I was sitting in my recliner, eating a can of cold Spaghettios and thought, 'Hm. How can I Hetalia this?'

Thus, this was born. It's really retarded.

I wanted to say something! If any of you lovely sweetlets are roleplayers, and have cellphones, pm me! I'm a great roleplayer, and so is Lchan the great, check her out. But seriously, I love roleplaying, been doing it since I was like nine or ten, and I can roleplay a lot of people ;) Just lemme know! I roleplay Ouran, HP, Hetalia(duh), Warriors, and I can do yaoi, yuri, and het.

Disclaimer: I don't Hetalia! And if there was a plot to this I'd own that!

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The horrors you are about to read will scar your mind forever.

It started on a quiet, Saturday afternoon, just after a meeting in America.

America was enjoying a lovely, cold can of Spaghettios...

"Dude! I love Spaghettios! Here, try some!" America yelled, thrusting them at the Italies.

"Ve~ Sure!" Italy cried, taking them and drinking it straight from the can.

He was soon spitting them out and growling all OOC-like.

"YOU CALL THIS PASTA?"

Romano was wondering how bad it would be to make his brother like THAT. He quickly drank some and his face morphed into a look that would kill Bossa Nova.

"YOU BASTARD! YOU CALL THAT TOMATO SAUCE! I SHOULD KILL YOU!"

Spain and Germany, who were both conviently placed nearby, ran up and held their own Italy back.

America ran off, crying "IGGGYYYYY~" and Romano and Italy broke free, chasing him with that amazing Italian speed.

And this is why America can no longer eat Spaghettios within 500 feet of either Italy.

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Well...please, review or...something along those lines?

Flames welcome, I feed them to children.

By the way, I hope some of you know who Bossa Nova is. xD