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Ah, Saturday. The time of week where you're only supposed to laze around and do nothing. Which, by the way, you were currently doing exactly that. Curled up in bed, wearing your favorite pajamas, snug as a bug. Everything was so quiet in the Italian household, which was consider extremely rare. Especially when Romano wasn't raising hell over the simplest things.
Ah, so peaceful...As you were floating away into sweet dreams, a certain pasta-loving man came crashing onto your bed, scaring the living h-e-double-pocky sticks out of you, causing you to jump high enough to almost reach the ceiling from being tremendously surprise.
"(Name!) (Name!) Can I'a ask you something?" Italy, of course it was him, asked you excitably.
"Man...It's my sleep in Saturday, the hell you disturbing me for?" You questioned exasperated, rubbing your left eye with annoyance, making your right eye twitch somewhat.
"What's porn?"
Cue imaginary spit take.
"W-W-What?!?" Your eyes probably matched the size of beach balls by now.
"I'a found this box in Germany's room that has the word 'porn' on it. I'mma scared he'll get mad at me if I'a open it and see for myself. So, since you're so smart and pretty, you can tell me!" He smiles happily, waiting eagerly for your answer while holding the box towards your enormously flushed face.
"Uh...Uh, um, er, i-it's, uh..." You stammer, dreadfully searching your mind for an answer. But you really didn't want to be the one who stained his mind from such a inappropriate...thing. "It's...POPCORN!" Well, that's one way to put it...oddly.
"Popcorn...?"
"Yes! Popcorn! It definitely means popcorn! Okay, that it? Yeah? Good, go away now!"
"Yay! I'mma ask Germany if he wants to make some with me, vee~!" Italy skipped joyfully away to find his German friend, the box held close to his chest.
"You do that...wait..."
And then it finally clicked...
"WAIT! ITALY! DON'T DO THAT! COME BAAAAAACK!"
But it was too late...
"ITALLLLLLLLLLY!" Why must that be a German accent...
So much for your peaceful, sleep in Saturday.
Ah, so peaceful...As you were floating away into sweet dreams, a certain pasta-loving man came crashing onto your bed, scaring the living h-e-double-pocky sticks out of you, causing you to jump high enough to almost reach the ceiling from being tremendously surprise.
"(Name!) (Name!) Can I'a ask you something?" Italy, of course it was him, asked you excitably.
"Man...It's my sleep in Saturday, the hell you disturbing me for?" You questioned exasperated, rubbing your left eye with annoyance, making your right eye twitch somewhat.
"What's porn?"
Cue imaginary spit take.
"W-W-What?!?" Your eyes probably matched the size of beach balls by now.
"I'a found this box in Germany's room that has the word 'porn' on it. I'mma scared he'll get mad at me if I'a open it and see for myself. So, since you're so smart and pretty, you can tell me!" He smiles happily, waiting eagerly for your answer while holding the box towards your enormously flushed face.
"Uh...Uh, um, er, i-it's, uh..." You stammer, dreadfully searching your mind for an answer. But you really didn't want to be the one who stained his mind from such a inappropriate...thing. "It's...POPCORN!" Well, that's one way to put it...oddly.
"Popcorn...?"
"Yes! Popcorn! It definitely means popcorn! Okay, that it? Yeah? Good, go away now!"
"Yay! I'mma ask Germany if he wants to make some with me, vee~!" Italy skipped joyfully away to find his German friend, the box held close to his chest.
"You do that...wait..."
And then it finally clicked...
"WAIT! ITALY! DON'T DO THAT! COME BAAAAAACK!"
But it was too late...
"ITALLLLLLLLLLY!" Why must that be a German accent...
So much for your peaceful, sleep in Saturday.
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i heard that yell at the end. Germany-kun sure can be scary sometimes, but ya gotta love 'im anyways.