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2P! Italy: Red Pasta

   Hi there, reader! Thanks for reading this random one-shot! Nobody requested this from me, just FYI, so enjoy it as much to yer heart's content! (P.S. "K" mentioned here is not my name. It's a shortened fake name I have) This is my first time, so I basically rambled a lot here >.<""  ((Language))

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The sun beat hard on my flesh through the thin skin of my tank top as I swung the pickaxe on that one specific spot, targeting an ugly purple weed spread like a fake flower. The sharp end of the axe nailed the roots of the weed, and I wrestled the root's grip on the soil until it finally broke free. I grabbed one of its prickly leaves with my bare fingers, "Well, well, lil' buddy, gotta join yer buddies. Up you go!" I said when the weed landed in the now full garden-disposal bag

    "Dang," I muttered, wiping the sweat of my forehead, "why does it have to be 90 degrees outside?!" I've been working about two hours in the garden. I want a drink, some nice cold lemonade would do. I understood my dry lips were craving for anything cold and wet. Anything to beat this dreadful heat.

   "K! Aren't you well thristy right now?" A man's voice called behind me. He was standing near the door right in the sun's light.

   I ran towards him, remembering to leave the axe behind, and tackled Italy into a big bear hug, "What'cha doing here, Italy? It's too hot outside."

   "These fragile sunbeams can't do anything to me. You're sweating, also."

   I felt embarrased, "Oh! Uh, sorry about that!"

   "Don't be, you are a hard-worker. Now, let's go outside, this heat's killing you. I made pasta."

   "Can't wait to try it." Italy chuckled, and I wondered why.

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   "Holy frizz, this smells wonderful!" My nose smelled the tiny wisps of smoke rising from the pasta dish on the table. The noodles were pale and slippery, the meaballs steamed with love, and the sauce, oh, the sauce: the best part. 

   "Want to give it a go?" Italy asked. I didn't care to answer. Might have been rude of me, but hell, I am a pig! I plunged the fork beside the plate and swirled a group of noodles, which soon were victims of my mouth. 

   "This is so delicious, Italy!" But he didn't reply a "thank-you". Instead, he only grinned smugly, crossing his long brown sleeves against his chest. I kept my eyes on him as I chomped on another bite of pasta. Strange, I investigated the sauce in my mouth, this sauce is so rich with iron, and the sauce is... thin... 

   "You put blood in it, didn't you?" I blurted out, swallowing the last bite. 

   "You finally realized, did you K?" Italy laughed like a professional prankster, "Here, you can smell the very poison in England's food yet you couldn't detect the very prescence of human blood in my pasta?" 

  I thrusted my important finger and pointed at him, "Italy, your trick didn't work on me. I don't know what the fudge you were trying to do right now to me, but it didn't work on me. That blood made the pasta delish! So you lost," I carried the plate and fork with me and walked past Italy, "You make awesome pasta, a little blood won't scare me." 

   Italy placed a gloved hand on my shoulder, "The meatballs aren't beef." 

  That sent a shiver down my spine, but I pouted, "It won't matter, I have an iron gut. It's just meat." 

  "Don't worry, I know how to scare you," Crap, yet this is what I like about him. He ruffled my hair. Must be the bad boy thing, oh yeah, it always is, "You just keep pretending you're the iron lady, I'll crumble your defenses to dust." He pecked my forehead, and left the kitchen. 

   "Hmph, he's always so damned mysterious. But... I like that." I dug another bite in my mouth, and my eyebrows scrunched, "Yeah, human blood does taste wierd... hmmm... nyah, whatever." I shrugged my shoulders as I continued to eat my "best bud's" special lunch. Still, I know he'll scare me to death one day...