America decided to visit the beautiful country, Italy. He thought it was a delightful scenery, especially when evening arrived. So, he went along at evening, charged with optimism.
America was standing in front of the other nation's door, and knocked loudly. America leaned in towards the door, cupping his ear to listen the inside. He heard slow steps approaching and the unlocking of the door. America swiftly took a step back.
Italy opened, who seemed to have a hazy and weary expression. He rubbed his eye, and yawned. Italy scanned America, and realized. "America!" Italy exclaimed, widening the door more.
"Hey, dude!" America greeted with a fist bump. Italy hit America's fist bump, welcoming America in.
"What brings you here, America?" Italy questioned, closing the door.
"I kinda thought I should visit," America answered with a shrug. Italy nodded as if he understood.
America pulled his phone out, which had America's flag imprinted behind it.
"Bro! Take a selfie with me!" America held the camera in front of them in a perfect angle. Italy smiled brightly, while America winked at the camera. He put a small title and Italy's flag in an emoji.
"Thanks," America locked the device, slipping it back in his pocket.
"Want me to take you on a tour again?" Italy asked, grinning.
"Sure," America responded, waiting for that interrogation.
"Ve, let me just get dressed!" Italy ran to his room. America patiently lingered, and noticed Romano walk by with a glass of water and a droopy towel over his head that seemed to sag.
"Stupido Americano," Romano murmured, making his way to the kitchen. Italy had been having many visitors then, so Romano didn't seem to mind much anymore.
Italy quickly came back, dressed as usual.
"Let's go!" Italy advised, opening the door again.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Romano said from the kitchen.
"I'm going to show America around!" Italy answered.
"You did that more than 3 times already," Romano spoke.
"Well it doesn't hurt to do it again," America smiled.
"Hmph," Romano thundered back to his room.
America walked out the door with Italy.
Italy sighed proudly. America chuckled, and patted Italy's head.
"Where would you like to go?" Italy asked. "There's many places."
"Wherever you want," America answered, looking around at his surroundings. Italy pondered. "Hey, I know! How about some of that good ravioli and spaghetti stuff?!" America shouted in glee.
"Ok~!" Italy sang. Italy guided him to a local plaza, which was not far.
Crash
"O dio, it is going to rain," Italy spoke with despair in his voice.
America gazed up in the sky, opening his mouth so droplets of rain could fall through.
Italy chuckled and did the same. Eventually, the rain poured, puddles already forming besides the sidewalks. Umbrellas bloomed in public.
A blinking lighting appeared in the sky, followed by the drumming of thunder. Italy screeched, cowering behind America. America held his jacket over Italy. Italy looked at America with a puzzled look.
