Amethyst26

~*Italy*~    I wanted it to be a normal day.    Italy smiled in his sleep. He was dreaming a good dream, one about lots and lots of pasta. "P-Pasta..." Italy muttered. The noodles falling into the bowl in a perfect manner. Then the tomato sauce drizzled itself onto the pasta, shredded cheese also falling from the sky. Italy looked down to see a fork in his hand. He twirled the pasta onto his fork and lifted it to his mouth. Just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted from his dream.    Someone was shaking him. Italy reluctantly opened his eyes. He knew it wasn't Germany. Germany was much harsher than this. "Itary! Itary! Prease wake