In house thinking of what to make for dinner.

Admin: I know! I'll make some pasta!

*Italy comes bursting in*

Italy: PASTAA~

Admin: How did you hear me all the way from your house?!

Italy: Pasta~

*calls Germany*

Admin: Um, hello Germany. Uh yeah, he did it again. Okay. Come get him please.

*Italy is in the kitchen hunting for some pans when Germany kicks down the door*

Italy: AHHHH!

Admin: MY DOOR!!

Germany: Italy, I got some pasta for you. *holding America with a pasta suit on*

America: NOT COOL DUDE!

*Italy chases Germany that is chasing America that is running for his life*

Admin: I need to learn not to say the 'P' word anymore...