"Fool!"
"Damn. It's you."
"What give you the right to speak with your voice so low?!"
"Please go avay."
"How dare you! My story goes back to the twelfth century!"
"Okay. That's enough." Germany pushed Excalibur off the table and went back to eating his sausage.
"I believe it was midsummer, though it could have been winter, or perhaps even fall. No. It was definitely in spring. Yes."
"Just shut up." Germany clenched his fists.
"So it was a smouldering summer's night and I was outside enjoying the snow."
"Zat makes absolutely no sense." Germany groaned.
Two hours later the enchanted sword still hadn't left. Germany's fists were clenched to the point of bleeding.
"And that is how I invented the concept of shoes."
"Please shut up." Germany set his jaw angrily.
"Okay, Italy. You can go now." A dark figure let go of the little brown haired Italian, allowing him to run free.
"PASTA!"

If I keep capitalizing the pasta my autocorrect is gonna do what it does with AMERICA. Seriously, when I role play as Canada I tend to shout...
Any time you've seen the word done correctly (America) it means I went through the extra trouble to fix it. So be grateful for that.