DeeSnivy

France POV "Poor Britain, He gets these terrible colds all the time. "I said as I watched the blond man lay motionless in the hospital bed. It seems he had caught the flu from staying out in the cold rain for too long. Last time this happened America rudely interrupted and trudged into the room. He placed a hamburger on Britain's forehead and expected it to make him feel better! Well, I guess that's American healthcare in a nutshell. Hopefully we won't have any interruptions this time. I smiled and thought about all the times we've spent together. Some people say we have a love/hate relationship. Even though I often deny it I wish that relat

   "You going to eat it or just poke it until it surrenders?"    "Can I really decide to just-a poke it?"    "No." Germany scowled. "Noodles are pasta...so you should like it."    "I know what-a pasta is, and this is not pasta." Italy took a spoonful and let it plop back into the bowl. "It's-a mush."    "It's German. Everything ve make is harsh and tasteless." He pushed the bowl towards his friend.    "Don't make me eat it Germany!"    "It'll put ze hair on your chest, make you a man."    "What if I don't want-a to be a man!" Italy pushed it back.    "Zen vhat would you be?!"    "Kitties are cute. Can I be that?"    "You can't be