"Italy! Pay attention!"

Italy looked up from the cat.

"Okay Germany, what were-a you saying?"

Germany sighed, and pointed to the chalkboard again.

"This is a very important part of your training. The Allies have a secret weapon. He is a very dangerous person. The reason he is so dangerous is because he is invisible, so even I cannot show you a picture. He is stealthy and can go places completely unnoticed. His code name: Canada."

"I would prefer if you would stay out of his way, Italy, because it would be of no use to me to have you their prisoner again. You must be careful, because Canada is ruthless and would stop at nothing to kill you."

Italy shivered. "This guy sounds scary, Germany! I promise I won't let him get anywhere near me! Ve…"

"Sehr gut. Alright, Italy, training is over for the day."

...

"Ve~! I'm going to go make pasta!"

Italy ran into the house. "Let's see, we have the flour, the basil, the oregano... what?! No tomatoes! I have to go buy some!"

Italy ran out the door and raced down the street. As he turned the corner, he collided with something and fell to the ground.

"Ve, I'm so sorry! I had no idea you were there!" Italy looked at the person he had bumped into. He had light brown hair with a funny curl and glasses, and for a moment Italy was afraid that he had run into America. Then he noticed that this person had purple eyes and, for some strange reason, a small polar bear. Oh, he realized, this guy isn't America. Thank goodness.

"It's okay. Most people don- wait, you can see me?"

"Ve, of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Ahh, never mind. I should probably pick up all my groceries and get going..."

"Oh, I'm-a so sorry! Let me help you with those!"

As Italy helped the stranger pick up his groceries, he felt a tug on his sock. Looking over, he saw the polar bear nuzzling his ankle and let out a surprised yelp.

"Oh, look, Kumajirou likes you! He's a great judge of character, you know," said the stranger.

The polar bear looked up at Italy. "Who are you?" he asked.

Italy was astonished. He looked up at the stranger. "Your polar bear can talk?"

The stranger looked confused. "Well, yes, why wouldn't he?"

Italy was confused, but he decided to answer the polar bear's question anyways. "I'm Feliciano Vargas, but you can call me Feli, if you like, ve!"

The stranger gave a bemused look at Italy, then said "Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Vargas. My name's Matthew. Matthew Williams. Maybe I'll see you again someday, but I must be going now. I have some pancakes to make. Goodbye!"

"Ve, alright then! Ciao, Matthew!"

...

As Italy walked to the store, he couldn't get Matthew out of his head. What was it about him that made Italy keep dwelling on him? Italy shook his head. Looking at the tomatoes, he quickly picked out a few ripe ones and purchased them. Walking out of the store, Italy saw Romano arguing with Spain. Smiling, he walked over to them.

"Ciao fratello, Spagna! Tomato?"

"Ciao, idiota…"

"Ah, hola, Italia. Yes, of course Roma and I would like some tomates."

"Bastard, I never said I wanted any stupid tomatoes."

"But you want one, no?"

"Well, yes, but I could've asked for it myself!"

"Stop fighting, ve, I have enough tomatoes for both of you!"

Romano and Spain stopped fighting and enjoyed their tomatoes.

"So, ve, I have to leave now, I haven't eaten lunch yet! That was why I got the tomatoes in the first place! Ciao!"

"Ciao, idiota."

"Adios, Italia!"