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“You did what!?”
Italy grinned. “I modified your car for you! It has designs and everything!” Italy continued smiling, oblivious to the German’s fury.
“Italy, you can’t just modify someone else’s car! You should have checked in with me before doing anything!” He grabbed the other and yanked him closer. “What did you change this time!? The engine? The tires? The paint job?” Germany’s eyes widened in fear as he brought the Italian even closer, “Don’t tell me…, you changed the seat adjustment!?”
Italy started getting nervous and waved his hands in front of him. “No, no, no! It’s nothing like that, I only added some new features, that’s all! I just wanted to give you a present today!” He started bawling and crying for forgiveness from his friend, repeatedly shaking his head in an ungodly manner while rambling, “Oh please don’t kill me Germany! I promise I won’t do it again! I promise, I promise!”
Germany gave a deep sigh, he really shouldn’t get so mad at this, after all Italy just wanted to give him a present. But the last time he modified my car, he got ejected several feet into the sky. Germany cringed at the memory, recalling how he cried to the heavens over Italy, he shook his head to get rid of those thoughts. Well, he said he didn’t change the engine or the seat adjustment, and I could always change the tires and redo the paint job. What’s the worst he could do? Other than launching himself into the sky again.
Germany gave another sigh and finally let go of his friend. “All right Italy, I forgive you. And…,” he blushed, “And I accept your present, Danke. May I see it?”
Italy beamed and stopped crying. “Sì, sì! I’ll go get it!” He ran off to retrieve the automobile and came back seconds later with what looked to be a cooler, slicker version of Germany’s car. “Ve, now you can pick up hot girls in this bad boy,” he said confidently as he gave Germany a thumbs up. Germany was not amused.
But he had to admit, his car did look designer compared to what it looked like before, maybe Italy’s modifications weren’t so bad. “I doubt I’ll be picking up girls, but I appreciate the remodeling you’ve done.” He gave the smaller man one of his rare smiles, to which the bubbly Italian took pride in having been the reason for that smile.
With renewed vigor and excitement, he shouted, “Wait till you see the gadget I installed! You’ll be so happy, you’ll cry tears of pasta happiness!”
“Pasta happiness?” The German wasn’t given time to think about this strange expression as Italy jumped out of his seat and dragged him to the car. “Come on, come on! You’re gonna love it ve~!” He managed to push the tall blonde into the driver’s seat before hopping over to the passenger’s side.
“Come on, Germany! Take it for a test drive and I’ll show you!” He looked so excited that sparkles were literally floating around his face. Deciding to get this over with, Germany put on his seatbelt and started the car, driving smoothly across the road.
They drove in silence for a few minutes before Italy spoke up, “Well Germany, are you feeling hungry? Because I want to eat a big bowl of pasta right now!” He smiled, barely keeping the excitement in.
“Pasta? Well there’s a nice restaurant near here, we could eat there if you’re that hungry. Just wait for a couple of minutes.” Italy shook his head, “But what if I can’t wait for a couple of minutes? What if I’m really hungry that I’ll die of starvation!”
Germany rolled his eyes, having caught on to the Italian’s motive. “All right, what if you really can’t wait a couple of minutes. What solution do you propose?” Internally, he was really curious as to what Italy did to his car that could solve someone’s immediate hunger. Did he put in a cooler? A mini-fridge? A built-in grill? Maybe even—
“A pasta dispenser!” Italy exclaimed happily.
Germany stared at him, perplexed, “A… pasta… dispenser…?” Italy nodded vigorously, “Yes! With the push of this button, you can get as much pasta as your heart desires!” He pointed to a big red button with the picture of spaghetti on it; how Germany failed to notice that, he sincerely does not know.
“Here I’ll show you!” Italy suddenly pulled out a big bowl from who knows where, and placed it under the button. “You put your bowl here, and when you press it!” He pushed the red button and spaghetti came down in waves from a small tube that appeared from underneath it.
Italy watched the spaghetti roll down happily, mesmerized. While Germany watched in wide-eyed confusion and horror.
Suddenly, the pasta dispenser shuddered to a stop before it finished filling up the bowl. Instead, it clicked and clanged, and made squelching noises, greatly disturbing the two countries.
Germany looked to his companion in worry, “Uhh, Italy, what’s happening to the--” BOOM!
The pasta dispenser exploded and filled the whole car with pasta, blocking both their views. They screamed in pasta fear, the German blindly navigated the road before he slammed on the brakes. The car spun wildly before it skidded to a stop, effectively putting the countries out of danger.
The two panted heavily inside the car, Germany had a death grip on the wheel and Italy still holding onto his bowl of pasta. Both were covered from head to toe in spaghetti, and the backseats were covered in spaghetti as well.
Italy glanced between Germany and the dispenser nervously, “Um, that wasn’t supposed to happen… Hey Germany, are you okay?”
Germany had closed his eyes and breathed deeply, “Ja, I’m fine,” he replied. Note to self, NEVER EVER let Italy borrow your car EVER again.