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momijikun said:
Italy
Veh, where are you going bella?
You turned around and saw Italy. He slink down the steps, his eyes changed from a caramel color to a darker hue. You 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 you want to try my pasta, I made it just for you."
He held out a plate. You turned away, the smell was rancid. There was no denying it, the sauce was made of human blood. "Stay away!" You muttered. Italy made a sad face. "You don't like me, _____?"
He dropped the plate, its content splattered against the floor. Within a second 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 forward and kissed you, it tasted like blood. You struggled but he pressed you back.
"You'll learn to like this taste _____."
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You looked up happily at the Italian. He smiled, "Good _____, you'll getting better at this." He gave you another kiss, all of his kisses tasted like blood but you long since learned to get use to it.
You placed the freshly made pasta into the pot. "Shall I use some of my special sauce?" Italy asked.
You 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 acting all cool, while belittling him. So he killed him.
... Eww. well at least you survived right?
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