My life with a pasta bastard and an abusive creep

Platinuk

I seem to be vastly forgotten at times. At one point, the fandom thought I was just third wheeling it. Why do I have to be irrelevant? The only way I can cope with this is to dance with Switzerland and yo ho tra la la, or eat noodles but noodles are Chinese and I’d get in trouble for eating “Allies food” when we were all eating chocolate and Hershey is in Pennsylvania. I was only eating a food from our platinuk lord Jim.
Y’all need to know this. Without me, this show would cease to exist. Where do you think Himaruya’s from? That’s right! Japan!
Italy, I’ll start with you. You were all fun and great until you started to really overpower your role as the star of the show. You started to take people’s talent so you could impress Germany. Like it’s all to impress Germany, even if you had to jump off a cliff to impress him. And worst of all, snails. This world is losing snails because of your actions. They’re so cute!
And Germany. Ah, good ol’ Germany. Still being an abusive creep. No words to give. None.

I hope you enjoyed this and it took me a whole 30 minutes to write this oof. Also be sure to check out my other stories.
-Chloe