Italy was oblivious to the conversation happening outside the kitchen. He knew he was a country, because that was the only thing he'd ever been. Here was just weird. People didn't believe he was a country, but that was okay. He was Italy, the country everyone else picked on. That was just how it was anyway.

Italy hummed a tune as he poked about the cabinets, familiarizing himself with where the pots and pans were. Oh the food he could make in this kitchen! It was amazing!