Apparent age : 20 years old physically ( Mentally... I don't know 8) )
Appearance :
![Image](http://i32.servimg.com/u/f32/17/12/51/81/2eybe210.png)
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It was a beautiful day the it day it happened. Italy was happily walking around, after all, today wasn't a day like any others ! Oh no, today was the day ! His fratello had finally made his pizza ! And it was sooo good. Unfortunately, while he was walking around, it happened that Veneziano smelled a delicious smell. And his stomach rumbled. He was hungry again...
He was about to run back to his house - if it was for pasta, he was even faster than running away from England ! - when some humans talked to him.
"Hi there ! I'm feelin' alone without my bro' at home, whaddya think 'bout eatin' pasta with me ?"
Uwaaah ! He was so lucky !
"Ve ~ ! Of course !"
"Come in, come in !"
"Thanks a lot, mister ! Ve ~ Uwah ! It's Maltagliati !"
He didn't see the man put some strange liquid into his pasta, and, still happy that he can eat, Italy gobbed all his plate in no time ! Before feeling dizzy. He looked up at the clock on the wall, it wasn't siesta time, yet... So...why was he feeling so... sleepy ?
Veneziano's body crashed against the floor, drugged.
Another man came in the room, and laughed along with his accomplice. "We've did it, now we can see how a nation's body work."
They tied up Italy, put an oxygen mask on his mouth, putted him in a cotton bag and stuffed the said bag, then dissimulating the forms of Italy.
They rolled their package into a good-looking Asian carpet, and put Italy into the trunk
Unfortunately for the kidnappers, they were brutally killed... in a car crash, while they were on the highway. With the crash violence, the car trunk opened and their package was sent flying away.
A loud crack was heard when the carpet hit a rock, before immobilizing itself.
And two day passed - Italy didn't take well drugs, he wasn't up yet.
He had a headache, he couldn't move his body, there was a strange thing onto his mouth and nose, he didn't liked that feeling, his right leg hurt like hell, and he was all alone. He tried to free his arms, moving the carpet.
Nothing. He began to struggle, crying and yelling - it sounded like a muffled sound outside his carpet.
- HELP MEEEEE ! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP ! Pastaaaaaa ! Pastaaaaaa ! My leg hurts ! HELP MEEEE !