Literature
Who is Italy? prt3
Italy was home sooner than Germany expected, sooner than he wanted. He had been using the odd utensil to try and pick the lock on the handcuff, but that wasn't very easy in the dark. All he had managed to do was cut his fingers several times and scrape some scratches into the metal cuffs. And then Italy was home. The Italian closed the door carefully and walked down the steps to the basement, as slow and loud as he could manage, so that his footsteps echoed ominously around the dimly lit and expansive basement.
Germany scowled at the man as he approached, and Italy stopped just short of stepping in the shattered bowl of pasta,
"Aww, poor