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momijikun said:
Italy
Veh, where are Du going bella?
Du turned around and saw Italy. He slink down the steps, his eyes changed from a karamell color to a darker hue. Du couldn't move, your hands desperately pulled at the door but nothing helped. "That's not going to work, bella." Italy said. He smiled, "Don't Du want to try my pasta, I made it just for you."
He held out a plate. Du turned away, the smell was rancid. There was no denying it, the sauce was made of human blood. "Stay away!" Du muttered. Italy made a sad face. "You don't like me, _____?"
He dropped the plate, its content splattered against the floor. Within a Sekunde he was in front of you. "Cause I really liked you." Your eyes widened in shock. His hand covered yours. "I told you, it's no use." He stared at you, "No one ever leaves."
He leaned vorwärts-, nach vorn and kissed you, it tasted like blood. Du struggled but he pressed Du back.
"You'll learn to like this taste _____."
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Du looked up happily at the Italian. He smiled, "Good _____, you'll getting better at this." He gave Du another kiss, all of his kisses tasted like blood but Du long since learned to get use to it.
Du placed the freshly made pasta, nudeln into the pot. "Shall I use some of my special sauce?" Italy asked.
Du nodded. He smiled and pulled out a jar. It truly was a special sauce cause it was made from his very special friend Germany. After all he got sick and tired of Germany Schauspielen all cool, while belittling him. So he killed him.
... Eww. well at least Du survived right?
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