chỉ là 1 fic dài 4 chương thôi, bỗn

chỉ là 1 fic dài 4 chương thôi, bỗng dưng nổi hứng
Italy rất tốt bụng. Hơn nữa lại còn nấu ăn rất giỏi, giỏi việc nhà. Đó là điều đương nhiên mà ai cũng biết. Bởi vì thế mà ai cũng yêu quý cậu, mặc dù cậu nhát gan, và đôi khi rất vô dụng.
Hôm nay, Italy xuống trần gian chơi. Cậu xuống đây rất nhiều lần rồi. Lần nào cũng làm cậu thích thú. Khi thì cậu hái hoa trong rừng, khi thì nằm trên bãi cỏ ngắm nhìn mây trời. Nhưng hôm nay lại khác, Italy gặp được một người rất giống mình. À thì chỉ ngoại hình thôi. Tính cách thì có chút nóng nảy. Và điều dễ phân biệt hai người là cậu là thiên thần, còn anh là ác quỷ.
Lần đầu tiên gặp anh, cậu lấy làm lạ khi có một người giống mình như thế, còn là ác quỷ nữa chứ. Cậu tò mò nhưng như thường lệ, gặp quỷ là chạy. Lỡ đâu anh bắt cậu đem xuống địa ngục thì sao. Nhưng cậu thắc mắc, sao anh lại khóc thế?
Lần thứ hai gặp anh, vẫn ở nơi lần đầu tiên gặp anh, tuy nhiên cậu không đi tay không như lần trước. Cậu đem theo pasta. Italy muốn kết bạn với anh. Sau lần đó, hình ảnh anh khóc mắc trong đầu cậu. Ăn, ngủ, chơi, dù là làm gì cậu cũng thấy hình ảnh anh khóc ở khắp nơi. Cậu vẫn thắc mắc, sao anh lại khóc nhỉ?
Italy bị anh đánh cho một cái, nhẹ thôi, nhưng vẫn đau. Rồi còn bị chửi nữa chứ. Sao anh có thể không thích pasta được nhỉ? Nó ngon mà. Mà sao anh không muốn kết bạn với cậu nhỉ? Quả nhiên cậu vẫn không thể hiểu nổi ác quỷ.
Lần thứ ba, cậu đi đến tận cửa địa ngục, tận mắt chứng kiến sự tàn bạo của những con quỷ. Họ đang bắt nạt anh. Cậu muốn giúp anh. Nhưng không thể. Cậu rất yếu. Có thể còn đem thêm rắc rối cho anh. Nhưng anh không khóc, mặc dù anh chảy máu rất nhiều. Nếu là cậu, chắc nãy giờ cậu đã khóc rồi, sau đó sẽ luôn miệng kêu cứu Germany.
Cậu loáng thoáng nghe một con quỷ nói, anh là ác quỷ, đang và sẽ là ác quỷ, mãi mãi chả thể là thiên thần. Cho nên bớt vọng tưởng đi.
Lần thứ tư, cậu đề nghị với anh một điều mà ngay cả chính mình cũng chả ngờ. Cậu và anh đổi vị trí cho nhau. Cậu sẽ là ác quỷ, anh sẽ là thiên thần. Lúc đó, vẻ mặt của anh khá buồn cười.
Anh hỏi cậu có điên không, làm thiên thần không muốn mà lại đi làm ác quỷ. Cậu lắc đầu.
Anh hỏi cậu đang lấy anh ra làm trò đùa đúng không. Cậu lắc đầu.
Anh nói cậu nói dối. Cậu lắc đầu.
Italy thấy anh đa nghi quá. Sau một hồi lắc đầu đến chống mặt. Anh rốt cuộc cũng đồng ý.
Italy tự hỏi sao mình gan thế. Dám bắt chuyện với một con quỷ. Dám kết bạn với ác quỷ dù bị từ chối một cách thẳng thừng. Dám đi đến tận cửa địa ngục. Dám đề nghị một chuyện động trời. Hình như cậu làm tất cả chỉ vì muốn thấy anh đồng ý làm bạn với cậu. Muốn thấy anh cười. Đơn giản thế thôi

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

just a long fic only chapter 4, temporarily decidesItaly is very nice. Furthermore, and very good at cooking, good at housework. It is naturally that everybody knows. Because of that, everyone loves you, though you're cowards, and sometimes very useless.Today, Italy down to Earth to play. You down here a lot of times. Would do you like. When you're picking flowers in the Woods, when it is located on the lawn watching the clouds of heaven. But today, Italy met a person like yourself. Well just looks. Bollywood then some tempers. And the distinct thing two you are angels, and he is the devil.When I first met you, you were overwhelmed when a person like yourself like that, also the demons again. You're curious but as usual, the devil is running. You won't catch you near the stars. But you wonder, why are you crying?The second against England, remains in the place where I first met him, but you didn't go empty-handed. You bring the pasta. Italy would like to make friends with you. After that, the image you crying trapped in head. Eat, sleep, play, whatever it is you do see pictures you crying everywhere. You still wonder, why are you crying?Italy were he to one, easy, but still hurts. And then also being blamed. How can you not like pasta? It's delicious. That why don't you want to make friends with you? Results of course you still can't understand demons.The third time, he went to the door of hell, witnessed the brutality of the demons. They are bullying you. You want to help him. But can not. You are very weak. Can also bring more trouble for you. But I didn't cry, though you bleed a lot. If you're sure you've been crying, and then, after that will always call for the mouth to save Germany.You hear a passing the demon said, he is demon, are and will be forever, don't be evil is Angel. So the less expected ideas.Last Wednesday, he suggested to him that even his own father. You and you change your position to each other. He would be the devil, he would be the angels. At that, his face looks quite funny.I ask you not crazy, do the angels do not want to go back to that demon. He shook his head.I ask you, are you making a joke isn't it. He shook his head.You say you're lying. He shook his head.Italy saw him paranoid. After a shaking start to fight. He ended up also agree.Italy, wondering why the liver. Dare to start a conversation with a demon. Dare to make friends with demons though rejected a blunt way. Dare to go to the gates of hell. Dare to suggest a movement. Looks like you all just because want to see him agree to make friends with you. Like to see you smile. Simplicity.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

just one long fic only 4 chapters, suddenly get sexually
Italy very nice. Further back still very good cook, good at home. That is a given that everyone knows. Because so that everyone loved him, although he coward, and sometimes very useless.
Today, Italy down to earth play. He was down here a lot of times. What time did you enjoy. When the boy picking flowers in the woods, as it lies on the grass watching the clouds. But today was different, Italy and met a lot like her. Well, it just looks alone. Personality is a bit impatient. And easy to distinguish the two is that he is an angel, but he is evil.
When I first met him, he was astonished when a man like himself, even the devil, too. He was curious, but as usual, the devil is running meet. Where he missed capturing him brought down to hell, why. But you wonder, why are you crying about?
The second time to see him, still in place first met him, but he did not go empty handed as before. He brought pasta. Italy wants to make friends with him. After that, the image stuck in his mind he cried. Eat, sleep, play, though he did see what he crying pictures everywhere. You still wonder, why are you crying right?
Italy were he beat one, mild, but still hurts. Then there are verbally, too. How could you not love pasta is it? It's delicious. But why do not you want to make friends with him, right? Indeed, he still can not understand evil.
The third time, he went to the door of hell, witnessing the atrocities of demons. They're bullying him. He wanted to help him. But can not. He was very weak. May also bring more trouble for him. But he did not cry, though he bled a lot. If it is him, sure he was crying just now and then, then Germany would constantly call for help.
He faintly heard a demon say, he is the devil, the devil is and will forever be the angel rolls. So go down that idea.
The fourth time, he proposed to him something even themselves do not even suspect. He and he changed positions. He would be the Devil, he will be an angel. At that moment, his expression quite funny.
He asked him crazy, do angels do not want that to go evil. He shook his head.
He asked if he was taking him as a joke, right. He shook his head.
He said he lied. He shook his head.
Italy saw him skeptical too. After some head shaking side to fight. He finally agreed.
Italy's wondering why his liver. Dare start talking to a demon. Dare Devil befriended though rejected outright. Dare to go until the doors of hell. Dare suggest a shocking story. Looks like he did it all because he wanted to see him do you agree with him. Want to see him laugh. Just that simple