A/N ~ I AM SOOOOO SORWY PWEPLE I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON ANOTHER FANFICTION AND MY UNCLE DIED AND...i AM SOOO SORRY!...I WILL BE UPDATING THIS AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK OKAIS? PWEESE DON BE MAD AT MEH!...OH YEAH AND BECAUSE i AM A BLABBER MOUTH.. THIS WILL ONLY CONSIT OF ITALY AND GERMANY AND THE 'SPECIAL GUEST' OF THE WEEK OKAIS? WELL LETS HOP TO IT!
OH YEAH~ SADLY I DO NOT OWN HETALIA...*SNIFF* OR ITALY...*SOBS*
OKAY FIRST PERSON!
Dear Italy and Germany,
Hello, I'm Dominique! I have a question for Italy: what happened to that pasta you were going to make in the shape of Germany's anatomy? =w= *is a yaoi fan*
Pasta makes the world go round~
Oh and I sent a fruit from my country called durian. Its smell is really strong and it has thorns all over but it's really yummy!
From,
Dominique
P.S
Where's Japan?
Italy:~Ciao Dominique!...*reads question*...oh..hehe...weeell...I uh *giggles nervously and blushes* I-I don't know w-what y-your talking about..
Germany: Italia.. vhat is ze matter vith you? *reads question*...Italy...vhat is she talking about...?
Italy: uh...hehe...NOTHING GERMANY~ *turns to Dominique and whispers* Do you know how hard it a was to run to Germany's house to erase those messages!...I might just a send the mafia to your a house for that...if I a could.. *pouts*..
Germany:...lets just move on..-
Italy: *cheered up* YAYA! A PASTA!...OHHHHHH~ look Germany~ a funny fruit *takes a bite without reading the warning*
Germany: *snickers* so how does it taste?
Italy: *tears in his eyes and thorns in his tounge* ...It-a tastes like pain..*sniff*
Germany: Japan is still working at his house for the moment...hmmm wasen't there something...
Russia: No one has sent letter to Russia yet da? ~KOLKOLKOLKOLKOL~
NEXT LETTER!~
*should I start my letters with "dear"? Nah, might as well not.*
Here I am again~ HAI~
H-he what? YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY~ *runs around flipping off the non-believers*
(somewhere, someplace...Romano screams at sky...)
You wanna know an odd fantasy? Well...lets just say that when you venture into the deep dark depths of , you find some weird shit O_o
Oh, the fluffiness between you two...*dark smile*...I HATE IT. OR AT LEAST AT THIS MOMENT...*death stares at the box on the calendar that says 14th*
Well, I must go, my dad is making PASTA~ BYE~
Italy: Ciao 9000Chan!~...oh about that...I said no..
Germany: *looks slightly sad* Ja...it vas a slight misunderstanding of cultures... *cough*I know about that side of ...*cough*
Italy: WAHHHHH DON'T HATE ME! WHAT DID I DOOO?~ GERMANYYYY!...wait Pasta?...can I have some?
Germany: Nein.
Italy:...awwwwwwwww...pweese? PWEETY PWEESE WIT PASTA ON TOP?
Germany:N-nein.
Italy:*grumbles* meany pants~ (=3=)9
THIRD LETTER~
Angel-Yay! Double date time! And on Valentine's Day!
Twisted-*enters room* Are you ready yet? We're gonna be late for the Evanescence con-...NOW what are you doing?
Angel-Italy and Germany agreed to the date!
Twisted-Really? *reads chapter* Um...Angel?
Angel-What?
Twisted-*facepalms*See this reply to 9000chan?
Angel-...yeah?
Twisted-Where they say that they're engaged?
Angel...and?
Twisted-They took "double date" to mean Germany with Italy...and us...as a couple.
Angel-...oh.*sadness*But-
Twisted-No.
Angel-What if-
Twisted-*decides to use Germany's idea*What comes after eight?
Angel-*big hopeful smile*Yes?
Twisted-*takes deep breath*You're my best friend, and I love, but not in that way. I'd rather spend Valentine's Day plotting revenge on Liam.
Angel-Fine. Well can we go to the wedding?
Twisted-Out. Now.
*Angel glares at Twisted and leaves room*
Twisted-Sorry about her. she gets her hopes up too much. So, questions. Germany: Prussia's your big brother right? But...what the hell is he? I asked my history teacher but he just laughed and then the bell rang. And nobody has ever heard of Prussia. Italy:...so are you wearing a ring? Russia:Speaking of engagements, anything you've been meaning to ask America? Scrivimi presto!
Angel-Wait, I wann ask a question!
Twisted-Too bad. *hits "submit feedback/review" button*
Germany: Ja, Prussia is mein big...annoying...dummkof of a bruder...uh as of this April...*snickers* he is a MICRO-NATION!...like sealand...XDDD
Italy:...No.. I said no..but..I think Germany still has the ring...IT looks like a Tomato! ^^~
Russia: Pryvet comrade!... Ahhh~ what I would like to ask america..yes I do have something to ask... Do you like death?...Or terrible pain? ^^~
Italy:...0_o...Germaannnyyyy...
Germany:Don't look at me.. I'm scared of him too..
Russia: I like anwsering questions da?...Da, I do~
OKAIS ALMOST DONE!~
OMG i'm so glad U like mah pasta!
Dear Germany,
Sorry to say, but my friend is not only of german descent, he was BORN there. (It's ok, I think you have pretty eyes ^-^)
Love, VB
Dear Italy,
If you go to that resteraunt, may I come with Russia? We haven't gone on a date yet and... yeah... you get the point.
P.S.- Here, I have some lasanga
Sincerly, VB
Dear Russia,
I think you and I should tag along with Italy and Germany, I mean, we haven't gone out together like, ever! (that coffee shop and the "study session" did not count :\)
Love, VB
Dear Germany, TwistedAngel and Italy and Russia,
What are we doing this valentines day after the date? I suggest that we play my specially doctored version of apples to apples. *evil smile*
Italy:...Your pasta?... I don't like it...I WUV IT!~
Germany:...uh..why are you 'sorry to say'..that he was born in Germany...What don't like Germans?..HUH?
Italy:...Germany have you been drinking again?...ARE YOU DRUNK?
Germany: I swear to drunk I'm not god!
Italy: -_-;;
Russia: I'm sorry..I already have a date with china...he just hasen't agreed yet...I will have to just take him there by force then da? ^J^~
Germany: *still drunk* WHY IS THERE LASANGA IN MEIN BIER!..
Italy:...uh G-Germany...you SPILLED your beer on MY lasanga..*cries*
Russia: because my comrades are ...preoccupied I am sure they will not be going...and uh..I have a date with China soo...BUT! you can still become one with Russia Da? ^J^~
uh oh.. this is from Romano...crap.
CHIGI! Fratello what in the hell are you doing with that potato bastard?I've told you a million times to stay the fuck away from that stronzo! He's just going to hurt you in the end, because he is a no good kraut breath jerk! Listen here, Potato Bastard, you stay the hell away from my brother, or else I'll call the Mafia and have them kick your ass so hard, you'll have to unbutton your collar to shit! Feliciano you'd better dump that fucking German now or else I'm going to use the marmite punishment on you and you wouldn't want that now would you?
Italy: ...Romano! why? He won't hurt me!... He is always gentle!
Germany: YEAH!...wait wha-
Italy: I don't care! I LOVE-er his...potatos...thats all...
okay...then...we..are done?...oh! and our next chapter will have Austria...yes...Austria.