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Italy: *walks into room* Ve~ Germany!.
Germany: Ja? Vhat do you vant?.
Italy: Where is the pasta?.
Germany: Vhe don't have any at zhe moment, you ate it all.
Italy: *eyes narrow*.
Germany: Huh Italy? Vhy are you looking at me like zhat?.
Italy: * points gun at Germany*
Germany: Vait, Italy! Vhat are you doing?!
Italy: Ve~ go out-a and get some pasta, you cazzo idiota!
Germany: *runs out door and comes back with pasta* Zere is your pasta
Italy: Grazie Germany! *eats pasta, is happy*
Germany: Mein gott, remind me to not keep Italy from his pasta.
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FanfictionVe~ The result of what happens when my mind mixes with Hetalia, enjoy!
