We arrived at the carnival around 5:20. Italy held my hand the whole way, and I couldn't help but squeal with delight....of course...in my head.
Music from the carnival could be heard from a mile away. The accordians hummed, and the laughter of couples filled the air. Italy took me straight to an Italian restaurant.
"Why hello, Italy." Greeted the waiter.
"Mr. Buscconi!" Italy laughed.
I blinked, has Italy been here before?
"Can we have a table by the window?"Italy asked.
"Of course!" Mr.Buscconi smiled.
The restaurant had red carpet, renaissance styled chairs and paintings. It almost reminded me of the Lady and the Tramp movie.
"Anything to drink?" Mr.Buscconi brought out a wine list, " Today we have specially imported a wine from Madrid.Of course, I'm not going to tell you what it is, so I can test your wine guessing skills Italy."
"I'll have that then." Italy replied.
"And you madame?"
"Oh....water is fine." I answered. Although coutires don't really have an age, Japan doesn't trust me with alcohol.
A few minutes later, the drinks arrived. Italy picked up his wine glass and swiveled it around. He stared at it intently, like the answeres of all questions was floating in the wine. He took a sniff, and sipped.
"So?" Mr. Buscconi asked.
"This isn't wine." Italy frowned, "It's your mock wine that you created through flavorings."
"Eccellente! Signore!" Mr. Buscconi praised, "I guess I can never fool your taste buds. For that, tonight's dinner is on the house."
"Thank you!" Italy smiled, "By the way, I'll have the usual."
"Alright."Mr.Buscconi turned around, and dissappeared into the kitchen.
"wait! Italy, I did'nt get to place my order." I told him.
"I know." Italy replied calmly.
I was confused... Isn't he going to get Mr.Buscconi over or something?
Suddenly, Mr.Buscconi appeared with a steaming plate of spaghetti and meatballs. "Enjoy!"
My mouth watered as the sauce glistened in the light.
"We're going to share." italy explained, picking up his fork.
"Ohhhh..." I nodded my head in comprehension.
Sharing a plate of spaghetti with Italy? Terrific! I happily ate the noodles and fantasized about the future. Spaghetti with Italy. Italy with spaghetti... spaghetti?
I realized that in the movie the Lady and the Tramp shared a pasta and...kissed.
I paused and looked at Italy, who was chewing thoughtfully looking at the sunset.
I ate caustiously, waitng for Italy to get the same spaghetti noodle as mine... but it never happened.
Mr.Buscconi came and offered us grissini. "The chef's new bread stick recipe. Please try it."
Italy took one out of the basket, "Say 'Ahh'."
I opened my mouth and Italy placed the bread stick in my mouth. (thats what she said.)
"Is it good?" Mr.Buscconi asked.
"Yes!" I said happily. The herbs balanced out. And for some reason there was a vague tomato taste to it.
"Well, I will now leave you two together." Mr. Buscconi smiled, probably remembereing his love years.
I happily munched on the breadstick. Crunchy, tasty, this breadstick was the best! Not that I really had any before. Crunchy, tasty, crunchy,tasty, crunchy, tasty....soft?
i opened my eyes, and Italy's face was right up to mine. I was about freak out, but I realized that he was.. kissing me...
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the momment. Flowers bloomed in my head, and the angels of love blew on their trumpets.
Italy sat back and smiled at me. I blushed so much my face probably matched the sauce.
Italy took my hand and led me on to the balcony. "Where do you wanna go next?" He asked.
I looked around and saw the ferris wheel, merry go round, game booths, and a magician. The sun's gentle rays touched my face. I looked into Italy's eyes and said. "I don't care... as long as I'm with you... I'm happy."
"Then, that is the same with me," He replied.
awwwwwwww. The end.... 
