'Today I'll be seeing Italy! I wonder if i should make him some spaghetti.' I thought to myself as i went ahead and dressed myself in clothes for our picnic. Then I looked in the mirror. I still have my hair slicked back. Ugh. "Maybe.." I said to myself as I ruffled my hair. Great! I don't look so serious now! Italy should like the way I did my hair today. And especially since the fact I put some cold massa, massas alimentícias salada in here! He's such an innocent kid. He's so sweet, cute, and pretty.. WAIT. PRETTY?!?! HE'S A GUY FOR GOD'S SAKE!! Then I shook my head in frustration and clasped my hands around my head as I walked outside my apartment door.
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"What do I do, France?!?!" I shouted as I ran frantically around the wine cellar looking for a bottle to bring to Germany and mine's picnic. "Well, what's the occasion, mon ami?" Brother France said casually. "Ummm- ah- a picnic with Germany. It's just a get-" "A date, Italy?" France interrupted. "No!" I said as I felt pools of red leaking into my cheeks. "France." I said accusingly as I blushed even harder, and I turned my head. "I'd recommend the sparkling champagne right behind you, these glasses, along with some Parmesan cheese. The type that's still a whole. It'll set the mood, for my little mon cheri!" France recommended. Then my eyes lit up, and the red in my cheeks disappeared. "Grazie France, Grazie!" Then I went to the Deli downtown for the cheese, and rode the rest of the way to the picnic on my bike, smiling all the way. Then I saw a man with blonde hair, and bluefish like eyes. A picnic basket! "Germany!" I shouted, as I waved one of my hands in the busy traffic. Then Germany waved hi back. I parked my bike on the side of the deli, and locked it. Then as I turned around, a cloth went over my mouth, as i was dragged into an alley, and I blacked out. "Germ-!" I tried to shout as I was dragged into an alley