“By any chance, do you serve pasta?""No, we don't."-Chibitalia and Mr. Austria”

“PASTA!!”

“Germany, thanks for the water~ Now I can make pasta again~"-Italy”

“You don't know me! I'm the United bloody Kingdom and I can held my locker better then you any day!"-England”

“This could vork... friends. Uh... ve don't have to kiss, do ve?""Nope~ Unless you want to~"-Germany and Italy”

“Ahhh-ahh! I'm so sorry! You were right! I am not the box of tomatoes fairies at all! It was all lies, lies, LIES! Please don't shoot me! I'm too young to die, and what if I don't die and but am just mortally wounded and forced to lie there in misery in a pool of my own blood?! Please, I'll do anything--well, I mean within reason-- I don't want to diiiiiiie!"-Italy's "I don't want to die" rant part one”

“I wish Italy would stop being a crybaby. I wish he would kick his bad habit of wanting to eat pasta everywhere. I wish he would stop getting a stomachache every time he ate geleto. I wish he would learn to throw a grenade properly. I wish his older brother would stop trying to punch me. I wish-"*babble babble babble*"Germany . . . That's impossible . . .”