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momijikun said:
Italy
Veh, where are wewe going bella?
wewe turned around and saw Italy. He slink down the steps, his eyes changed from a caramel, karmeli color to a darker hue. wewe 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 wewe want to try my pasta, I made it just for you."
He held out a plate. wewe turned away, the smell was rancid. There was no denying it, the sauce was made of human blood. "Stay away!" wewe 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 mbele and kissed you, it tasted like blood. wewe struggled but he pressed wewe back.
"You'll learn to like this taste _____."
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wewe looked up happily at the Italian. He smiled, "Good _____, you'll getting better at this." He gave wewe another kiss, all of his kisses tasted like blood but wewe long since learned to get use to it.
wewe placed the freshly made pasta, tambi into the pot. "Shall I use some of my special sauce?" Italy asked.
wewe 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 uigizaji all cool, while belittling him. So he killed him.
... Eww. well at least wewe survived right?
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