Hetalia One-Shots and Preferences (CLOSED)

Pasta Lesson (ItalyxReader)

You hummed quietly to yourself as you were cleaning up the living room of your friend Germany's house. You lived with him and Italy since you were all allies. You were the country of (C/n).

As you just finished vacuuming, you heard fast paced footsteps coming down the hallway. Before you could react and turn around, someone tackled you in a hug and sent you flying into the couch.

"(Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn)!~" a familiar voice sang. You noticed a curl on the side of his head and laughed.

"Hey, Itlay. Nice to see you too. How was the meeting?" You asked politely. You decided to skip the meeting today and clean up a bit. Believe it or not, the orderly German and the rowdy Italian combined equaled quite a mess.

"Boring as-a always," Itlay dismissed the topic with a wave of his hand. "So, do you-a want to learn-a something today?"

You pondered about what he could possibly teach you, but you nodded anyways. Italy smiled and pulled you up off the couch and led you to the kitchen, hand still in his. You blushed a little at this action, and you hoped the blush wouldn't reveal your feelings for the childish country.

Soon enough, you were pulled into the kitchen and Itlay handed you an apron and a chef's hat. As you put them on, Itlay did the same.

"Alright bella, let's get-a to it, shall we?" Itlay asked enthusiastically. You nodded and waited for him to start. Itlay placed a mound of dough on the table and a pasta maker. You sweat dropped. Of course he would want to teach you to make pasta.

He started to roll out the dough, and you helped. Itlay explained many techniques to how to make the perfect pasta.

"Okay, now-a you must take-a the dough and put it into the pasta maker," Italy instructed. You did so, and out the other end came perfect skinny cylinders of pasta. You laughed at how easy it was to make Italy's famous spaghetti noodles.

"That's so easy!" You exclaimed. Italy smiled at your amazed look in your eyes.

"Yes-a, it very much is. Now, we must-a boil the dough to make-a the pasta!~" Itlay cheered. You and the Italian made a pot of boiling water and dumped the pasta into it. As the pasta noodles were boiling, Italy started to make the sauce.

"I can't believe that Romano let you use his tomatoes," you wondered.

"He-a didn't let me use them," Italy rubbed his neck nervously and chuckled. "I had to-a take them to make-a the sauce." You smiled at him and continued to mash the tomatoes.

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"Italy, I svear if you messed up my room again I vill not be happy!!" You heard a familiar German yell. You giggled and piled pasta on a plate.

"I-a would never do-a such a thing, Germany!" Italy called back, fake hurt in his voice. You laughed and walked out into the dining room. You set three plates on the table.

"Dinner's ready!" You called to your allies. Germany and Italy walked into the dining room and sat down.

They eagerly began to eat the pasta, and they barely came up for air.

"You guys have to breathe you know," you told the two countries. They reluctantly stopped eating and gulped some air.

"Zhis iz very good, (Y/n)," Germany commented. You smiled.

"Thank you, but I didn't do it all on my own. Italy helped me," you gestured to Italy sitting next to Germany.

"You mean, Italy actually DID something?" Germany exclaimed out of surprise. You laughed and nodded.

"Just because I'm-a not as athletic as-a you, Germany, doesn't mean that-a I can't cook!" Italy waggled a finger at the German.

"Are you saying I cannot cook?!" Germany yelled. You sweat dropped.

Here we go again...
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A/n

Sorry I haven't updated I've been incredibly busy and writers block happened and I've also been distracted by my Wacom tablet and a new painting software soooooo

Sorry about that ^^"

I'll try to make more and I'm on a long weekend so I'll probably update a lot more

Thanks for reading though!!

~I need a schedule