Food Contests...... to the Death

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Warning: Very O.O.C. Italy and maybe Romano

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After he faded, Rome had watched over his grandchildren and seen them grow. He still couldn't believe that he was seeing them face to face or how big they grown.

He couldn't believe it at all.

Just like how couldn't believe that the Italies were arguing over who makes the best pasta right now.

Yep, that's right.

He heard some dishes break from the kitchen.

Romania and him looked at each other.

Should they go in there or not?

How did they get to that point?

Well....

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10 minutes earlier

Rome, Romania, and the Italies were going were talking about the past.

Romano looked at the clock, it was 2:00. He started to get up, "I'll go make lunch."

Italy looked at him, "Ve~ Frattelo are you going to make pasta?"

Romano shrugged, "Sure, I guess I can."

Italy got up, "That's okay Frattelo, I can do it."

"No, you don't have to."

"But I want too."

"Feli sit down, I said I'll make the pasta."

Italy got on his knees and grabbed Romano's legs, "Frattelo please don't, I can do it!" he begged.

Romano sighed and nodded, Italy cheered, got up, and started to head for the kitchen.

"Wait." Romano said causing Italy to stop, "Why didn't you want me to make the pasta?"

"Well, I just wanted to make the pasta."

" And why didn't you want me to make it?" 

"I like when you make pasta, but I like my pasta a little more." He said quietly.

"So your saying your pasta is better!?!"

"Ve~ No... maybe a little."

Romano scoffed, "My pasta was always better than yours."

"No it wasn't."

Both Italies started to argue with each other.

"Lets settle this then!!' Romano yelled, "We both make pasta, then they," He pointed at Rome and Romania, "Can judge!"

"Ve~ It's a deal!! When I win you die!!"

"We both know that I'll win anyway, when I win, you die!!"

They both shook hands and stormed off to the kitchen.

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And that's how they got to that point.

The sound of more dishes breaking from the kitchen were heard.

A few cuss words were also heard.

Rome and Romania didn't know whether they should interfere or not.

The Italies' arguments got even louder.

All of a sudden it got quiet.

Rome and Romania got up and slowly started to head for the kitchen to make sure that the two didn't kill each other.

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