Chy: Oh no...
Cari: What is it?
Chy: Okay, we need Italy, Doitsu, and a safe room. -totally serious face-
Cari: ...Why?
Chy: Why? Why!? The next dare that's why!
Italy cant not eat Italian cuisine for 24 days!
~Portugal-chan
Everyone: -Gasps-
Chy: Like I said, Italy. Doitsu. AND A SAFE ROOM!!!
-2 hours later-
Italy: Ciao Bellas!
Germany: Ja, Guten Tag.
Chy+Cari: *nervously* Ciao Italy... Guten Tag Doitsu.
Italy+Germany: -confused looks-
Chy: Italy! We um... we have a dare for you.
Italy: Yeah! What is it?
Cari: Well, you can't Italian food for... 24 days.
Italy: Eh... What!?!? Oo
Germany: Mein Gott...
Chy: -timer in hand- Starting... now!
-6 days later- (Day 6)
-Italy is passed out on the floor-
Chy: -hair is messed up- *pant* Thanks *pant* Hungary.
Hungary: No problem, I feel a little bad though... -holding fry pan-
Cari: He hasn't slept in 3 days, and you didn't hit him that hard. He'll be fine.
Germany: Vhy doesn't he run like that in training? -eyes closed and hand on chin-
Chy: Threaten to take away his pasta... He'll do anything you want. Only downside is apparently if you take it away; after awhile he starts to act like Luicano.
Germany: Ja...
Italy: -whimpers in his sleep- Pasta...
-6 days later- (Day 12)
Italy: -rocking back and forth on the floor with his knees to his chest- Happy thoughts... Happy thou*sob*ghts...
Chy: -frowns- I'm really starting to feel bad...
Cari: -pats Chy's shoulder- I know.
Japan: Itary, I came to see how you are doing?
Italy: DID YOU BRING ME-A PASTA!?!? -pounces on Japan-
Japan: -blushing- N-no! Your still not allowed to have it. Now please, your in my personal space.
Germany: Italy! Get off of Japan!
Italy: -hides behind Chy- Can I have pizza?
Cari: Sorry, that's Italian food Italy, so no.
Italy: Aw...-pouts-
Chy: -smiles and pats his head-
-6 days later- (Day 18)
Italy: -laying on the couch as his body twitches-
Chy: I'm beginning to think this is going to make him go insane.
Cari: Yea, he is probably going to need some of his hug therapy after this.
Germany: -sigh- Come on, Italy. You have to eat something.
Italy: *whimpers* Not if I can't have pasta...
Cari: Now he sounds like his brother.
Germany: -grabs Italy and shakes him- YOU WILL EAT SOMETHING IF I HAVE TO SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT!!!
-6 days later- (Day 24!)
Italy: -crying- I'M GOING TO GO CRAZY!
Chy: Pretty sure that you said that yesterday.
Germany: -groans-
-An alarm goes off-
Chy+Cari: That's it! 24 days is over!
Italy: -tackles Chy- GIVE ME PASTA!!!
Chy: Okay! Don't hurt me!
