Italy giggled madly as he chased Germany all around his house. Germany was terrified as fuck.
"Heheehh! I fucking love pasta!" Italy shouted. "Heheheheeh will I turn into Russia if I drink vodkaaa?!"
Germany was seriously creeped out.
"OMG! Ahahaahaahahaahaa will I turn Into Germanyyyyy if I have beeeer?!" Italy kept running after Germany. Germany was literally pissing his pants, I'm not kidding.
"CATS! I FUCKING LOVE CATS! SO FUCKING CUTE! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
That's when Germany remembered. Mother Ukraine's wise words: JUST SHOW THEM YOUR BOOBS. Germany took off his shirt in slow motion while the background changed into sparkles. Italy froze and gasped.
"LORD DOITSU HAS NOTICE MEEEEEE~!" Italy whispered frantically.
Germany didn't know what the fuck Italy was talking about. He shrugged and walked away to get some potatoes or whatever Germans eat. Do Germans even eat? Or are they just fueled by their hardcore-ness?
*whispers* We may never know.
The end.