You pushed open the door to Germany's house. “Guten Tag, bros!” You greeted, slamming the door behind you. You were immediately forced into a hug by Italy. “Ciao, bella!” He smiled.
Italy pulled out of the hug and looked at you curiously. “Pasta? Where?”
You laughed. “I meant, you, Italy.”
“Why you call me pasta?”
“Because, as they say, you are what you eat.” You answered.
“Oh, well that makes sense. I LOVE pasta! In fact...” Italy skipped off into the kitchen at the same time Prussia was coming out.
“So you are what you eat, huh?” He smirked, pulling his arm around your waist. “Funny, I don't ever remember eating a sexy beast.”
You rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Gil. Wanna hang out today?”
“You had me at blowjob.”
“Wha...? But I didn't...”
Prussia put a finger over your mouth, silencing you. “Shhh. Don't speak.”