Hola~here's a little story to keep you beautiful people entertained! I gotta rush here so~let's go, shall we?!
"Ok, so, I need bread, milk, eggs..." You were currently at the store shopping for your groceries. It's not the best thing to do on a Sunday, but it's the only you CAN do today.
"Hm..." You went through random isles looking for something interesting. Then, you saw those white, fluffy cylinder-ish snacks. "MARSHMALLOWS!" You blurted out, forgetting that other people were in the store, too...
'Oops...anyway, maybe I can convince someone into doing the chubby bunny challenge with me! But who? Hm...' Then you saw the most random thing where the sweets were supposed to be...pasta noodles. Aaaa-perfect...hehe. You then went to the cash register to pay and then went out of the store and into your car.
OFF TO ITALY'S HOUSE!
You were on Italy's doorstep, with the bag of marshmallows in your hand. You didn't know if you SHOULD do this with Italy...what if something bad happened to him?! Then Germany would like, totally kick your butt...well not really because he doesn't hit girls, but still!
"Ok...I'm gonna do it! I'm GONNA DO-"
"OH HEY (f/n)~ what bring you here~" There stood Italy, through the now-opened door, with his usual =w= face (lol i dont even-)
"How did...you know...I was here?" "I heard someone at the door, so I came to check~!"
"Um...ok." You didn't know how to respond to that."W-well, I came here to see if you wanted to try something fun with me!"
"Sure~!" He let you in and you headed to the kitchen with him hot on your tail. You sat at the dinner table and opened the bag of marshmallows. Italy sat in front of you, but you told him to sit next to you.
"So, Italy, we're gonna do the chubby bunny challenge!"
"Ve~that sounds fun!" He looked at you with a bright smile. He seemed...confident. 'Don't get fooled by the name, Italy~hehe' You had a creepy smile on your face. Italy looked at you with a confused smile...
"Anyway, all you gotta do is put a marshmallow in your mouth and say 'chubby bunny'. If you do, that means you passed the first round. You have to keep adding and saying, adding and saying until you can't say 'chubby bunny' anymore! Sounds fun, right?!" You turned towards Italy and saw that he had a nervous smile on.
"O-ok! Let's get started then, ve~" You handed him a marshmallow and got yourself one, too. After saying the rules to the challenge, you suddenly weren't as hyper as you were when you saw the marshmallows in the store...
"Ready? 1..2..3 GO!" You and Italy both stuck the marshmallow in your guys' mouth. "Chubby bunny" both of you said in unison,,,kinda.
Then you did another..."Chubby..Bunny"
On the third one, you and Italy were both starting to lose it.
"Chuvvy Bu-ey!" You laughed at Italy's attempt to say 'chubby bunny'. But it wasn't like you were any better. "Chu-ey Bu-ey!"
....."Pffft" "hmmhmhm" Both of you started laughing, but it was kind of hard to do so. OK on with the next marshmallow. You had to poke the other marshmallows in your mouth in order to stick the next one in. So did Italy, but it looked like he was having trouble.
You felt as if your mouth would open any second. "Chuy Bu-ey aghgghgh" You started to drool and the marshmallows started to pop out of your mouth, too. "MMhmhmm CHUY BU-EY" You accomplished it anyways. Italy..ehh...not so much.
"Acgckghhg-" It looked like he was choking...hm....CHOKING?! No no NO.
You spit the soggy marshmallows out of your mouth and onto the table (lol). You needed to help him or else Germany would be kicking some sweet ass!!
"ITA- SPIT THE MARSHMALLOWS OUT! SPIT THEM OUT!" He did what you said and started to cough.
"cough cough CHUBBY BUNNY VEEEE!"...wait, what? Wasn't he choking?!
"AHMAGOSH ITALY! Are you ok?!...and you can't say chubby bunny anymore becau-..." You started to put the pieces together...
"YOU WERE FAKING IT, WEREN'T YOU ITALY! THAT'S SO NOT LIKE YOU! WHYYYY!" you fell on your knees, in a dramatic way. "...you, sir, are a TROLL..."
"Ve~ I didn't want to, but it's fun messing with you, (f/n)!" He then opened his eyes (*Le gasp*REALLY?!) and gave you a smile. "Sorry, ve~"
"Do you want pasta!?"
"Sure" You then went to the kitchen with him, but unfortunately for you, you slipped on Italy's spit-out marshmallows and fell on your back. Slip. Fall. "OOOOOOUUUUCH"
I guess Italy wasn't the one who got something bad happening to him, huh?