[{Hetalia Crack~}]

Italy x pasta~

"Gah!! Ve~ Congratulations~a to me and my wife pasta...ve~"

Italy was holding baby bowl a pasta.

~yup....this is totally Hetalia on crack!! Lol~

Italy smiled and then heard Germany come in.
Italy stood there holding the baby bowl of pasta until Germany walked in.

"Holy Shiz!! Italy.....what is wrong. With. YOU!?" He said angerly.

"Ve~ well my wife-"

"Vell, YOU MARRIED A BOWL OF PASTA ITALY!!!"

"Mph!" Italy started to give sass, "Well I~a think~a you are just plain~a jealous~a!!"

"Jealous!? Germans never get jealous you, dunke ovff!! You married pasta for vursts sake!!" Germany yelled back.

"Well~a, Germany, if you don't~a appreciate my~a pasta then~a get out~a!!" Italy was getting mad that Germany was yelling at him for loving pasta so much.

"Fine! Good bye!! I wanted to give you something for our Alliance together but nein, you're spending more time with your pasta instead of your Allies!!" Germany slammed the door and left Italy there in peace.

"He~a was going to g- give~a me something...?" Italy said quietly he started to cry, "Wait, bella!!" He cried out to Germany, "Im~a sorry!!"

No answer.

"I'm~a s- sorry...."
He said, "Come~a back, Doistu..."