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Italy was sitting down on the grass, humming the tune to "Marukaite Chikyuu". America runs up to him and taps him on the shoulder. "Italy!" he says.
"Ah! Ve, America~! What brings you here...?" Italy asks. "Germany told me he doesn't like your pasta." America replied.
"Huh!? Wha...?" Italy says. He stood up and ran to Germany. "Germany! Germany!!" he yelled. "What is it?" Germany asked.
"America told me you do not like my pasta! Is that true?" Italy asks. "Huh..? No...it is not true at all!!" Germany replied quickly. "Ah, good!" Italy said in relief. Germany sighed and kissed Italy's cheeks. Italy smiled and ran back to his sitting spot.
ok so like the end i guess