Prussia's POV

I laid there on my iPhone scrolling through Instagram, I had nothing else to do but lay here everyday. Like being a nation without the nation is kinda boring, and I have nothing to do but human things. I guess I was just too awesome to disappear I laughed at my own comment. "Um..Prussia what do you want for dinner?"I heard someone voice I looked over at Italy standing there smiling

"oh whatever you would like, I will eat anything"I said laying back down

"okay I will make some pasta I will be right back i'm going to the store"he said grabbing his bag and about to leave. Austria said to not let him go anywhere without him because people in german speaking countries are way different. I was lazy though but I didn't want Austria to get mad at me again, 

"I will come with you"I said getting up and walking over with him

"are you sure?"he asked and I nodded. He smiled brightly and cheered "Ve~lets go then"he said pointing towards the door. I smiled back and we left towards my car, we drove over to the store and Italy jumped out of the car. I felt like I was babysitting a 4 year old "lets a go"he cheered taking my hand and pulling me into the store. I felt a little flustered at Italy taking my hand like that but it meant nothing so I quickly brushed it off. 

"So where are we going in here?"I asked as he let go of me, I have only been in this store once when I first moved in with Austria and Hungary. 

"to the pasta shelves"he said skipping down the halls as people stared at him confused. I followed him trying to keep up with him along numerous rows. Until I saw him stopped at the couple shelves. "which one do you want?"he asked and I tried to catch my breath 

"what one is your favourite?"I asked

"well the normal ones are my favourite"he said taking a box of this long yellow sticks.

"you eat those?"I asked

"yeah"he smiled

"but they look really hard"I said and Italy laughed

"ve~you have to cook them before you eat them silly"he laughed and I felt a little dumb "wait have you never had pasta before!?!"Italy took a serious face

"no"I said and Italy looked so surprised and shocked.

"Well I have a lot of work on my hands"he said placing his hands on his hips. I sighed and we walked to buy the pasta I felt confused, and wondered why this Italian was so into this pasta.