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Generally, Italy tried not to think back on his childhood too much. It wasn't as if he didn't cherish the time he'd spent with Grandpa Rome, or wasn't glad that he had people like Hungary and Holy Rome, but he preferred not to dwell on the things he'd lost. It was impossible not to think of those things sometimes, though. Sometimes he'd be drawing and remember how he used to spend afternoons painting with Grandpa Rome, or think how something he was eating tasted like Austria's cooking, and those memories would float up to the surface. Usually, he'd just get nostalgic more than anything, but on occasion it would hurt. One of those painful oc

Love Me Like Doitsu     You were in the kitchen, listening to the music on the radio while helping Italy create something beautiful.     Pasta.     Oh, don't you just love the complexity of the dish? The warm, homemade, Italian cuisine that delighted the mouths of many? Can't you imagine tasting the mouthwatering fresh tomato sauce which was made from Spain's very own harvested tomatoes? Ah, how wonderful Italian cuisine is...     But if you were thinking that "something beautiful" was making a baby...     Shoo. I tell you. And I ain't talking about that blonde-haired vampire from that show.     We don't need any more people thinking o