Ok, how aout we get started? And hopefully others will join along the way <3
~Italy~Italy wandered the council room, stumbling over at the food table. "Pasta? Where is my Pasta, I swear I brought some! I put it right here!" Italy was yet again, thowing one of his fits because his pasta has gone "missing", but sadly, he hasn't realized it is such a popular dish, it has all been eaten. "I set it right next to Japan's rice balls!"
~France~
France eyed Italy, attemping to turn his back on Italy, to finish up the Pasta he has taken before Italy relizes France has eaten it. He slurped up the last noodle and simply disposed his plate, waiting for the council meeting to begin. "I am all pasta'd out, if only I rememberd to bring my snails and frog legs, oh those are delicious." He spoke to himself, running his fingers through his long golden locks, his head tilted back on a metal chair.
~Italy~"Did I hear someone say pasta? Was it you, France? Why do you have a noodle on your shound- YOU ARE THE ONE WHo ATE MY PASTA!!" Italy was astound, mad and upset at the same time.
~France~ "Settle down Italy, you are such a immature little ctybaby who never seems to get life. Food is food, it is here to be eaten, and guess what I did? I ate it! Life moves on." france could see the tears welling up in Italy's eyes. "Oh brother." He though, continuing to croke his long wavy golden hair.[/i]
