Nyotalia

So, found this Hetalia, personality test somewhere I can't remember. Well let's get started!
~~~:::North Italy (Feliciano Vargas):::~~~

[] You were bullied a lot in your childhood
[x] You adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and fruit.
[] You're very happy-go-lucky
[] You constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the fairies
[x] You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up
[] You're a good artist
[x] You can be clumsy
[] You have a friend you always depend upon if you mess up something
[x] If your life was in danger, you would do the typical Italian...

Chapter 1:Introduction
Hey.So I bet you’re wondering why I haven’t updated my other story,right. Well….before you come at me with pitchforks and torches, let me explain. I have been having serious writer’s block and I don’t know what to do next. So go check it out,for I have posted a notice on the last chapter. Anyway, this story takes us back in the midst of WWII in Europe June 6th 1944, the day the Allies stormed the French beach of Normandy to surprise the Germans. This format will be in journal entries of Alfred, Arthur, and Matthew, the 3 countries who paricipated.It may skip...

~Hungary~

When I got home, I changed into night clothes and crawled into bed. Austria was already asleep, facing the opposite wall. The next morning he went straight to his piano and wouldn't let anyone approach him.

I think that Italy noticed how upset I was. He did his work twice as fast as normal, and he kept doing little extra things for me, like picking flowers. It was both sweet and heartbreaking. How could he know me better than my own husband?

I kept wondering about my meeting with Prussia. Did I know? Did I know why he called me there? I couldn't think of the reason, but I realized something....