"Germany!!! Germany!!! Help!!! Its attacking me!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Italy screamed as he was on the phone with Germany. Germany sighed and got up for the 500,000,000,000,000 time. Italy was probably getting attacked by a harmless butterfly or something. Germany went out to Italy. Italy was bound in ropes and sitting on the ground eating pasta. A huge brown monster was standing a little distance from him. "Italy! Vat are you doing?!?!" Germany hissed as he kept a close eye on the monster. "Ima making a pasta!!!" Italy shouted as he stirred the pasta he had. Germany took out his pocket knife and started to cut the rope that was rapped around Italy. Italy screamed. "You're going to ruin the pasta he will make out of me!" Italy hissed looking surprised. Germany glared at him. Germany kept cutting through the ropes and very quickly. He finally cut through all the ropes when he heard a familiar voice. "Germany, dude! What're you doing bro? I'm gonna go play video games with Tony! Wanna join me? Oh! I see you and Italy have found Big Foot!!! He is a good friend of mine." It was America. Germany sat there motionless as America kept blabbering on and on about food or something. America helped Germany and Italy off the floor. "Why're you tied up Italy?" America a asked looking at the rope. "Because Biggedy Foot tied me up and said 'Pasta'!!!!!!!" Italy pointed at Big Foot who was sitting by a tree messing with a bike helmet. "Ya... He likes pasta dude... He wouldn't ever eat a friend of mine!" America said patting Germany and Italy on the backs. "Were your friends?" Germany asked as America stepped back. "Well, anyone who doesn't like Britain that much is a friend of mine." America said and smirked. "Hey wanna stay at my place? We can watch these zombie movies and fanboy over hot actresses!" America took them to his house. Germany couldn't believe someone would invite him to their house other than Italy.
