Red Strings

Help

I couldn't sleep at all due to America being the asshole he is. Its two in the morning and he's still knocking. Help me.

I was so annoyed and tired, I grabbed my katana and went answer the door. When I opened the door his face lit up and then it fell again when he saw what was in my hand.

"America go home." Slowly, he backed up and then he ran away. Finally, I can sleep. I was almost in the pure bliss of sleep when the phone rang. When I picked it I heard slight whimpering.

"Herro?"

"Japan help me" Germany?

"Germany is that you?"

"Yes and help me Italy is going to kill me." Oh, not again.

"What did you do?"

"We ran out of pasta and now he's angry."

"I suggest you hide, hide somewhere he will never find you. And if he find you, I will mourn your loss." With that I hung up. Time for sleep. I'll see how Germany is in the morning. For now I just want to sleep.

IN THE MORNING

I woke up the ringing of the phone. I had no choice but to pick it up.

"Herro?"

"Japan help us." Prussia?

"What happened?"

"There's still no pasta. Oh god he's trying to boil people. He-." Then some noises occurred.

"Hey Japan." Italy said cheerfully. I on the other hand was terrified.

"Herro Itary."

"Want to hear a funny joke?"

"......Okay..." I didn't know what else to say.

"There is no pasta. Isn't that funny?" Then he started laughing. While he was laughing I hung up and then called his brother.

"What do you want?"

"Italy is mad." I heard a gasp and then the line went dead. The phone rang once more. Reluctantly I picked it up.

"Why did you hang up Japan?" I started shaking. Someone please get him some pasta!

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I don't really know what happened I just started writing and my brain went weird