The two sat, side-by-side in the park. Her left knee touched his right, and they had been like that for almost an hour. They had been testing out chocolates from different countries in the world. Italy had brought a large amount from nearly all his friends, flew to the United States, and even ran through all the crowds of people just to get here. For the last few months, he had been friends with a state-representative of the United States. Normally, he would have been banned from going to America's house in the first place, but he had to see ___ again.

     "What about this one, ___?' he pointed to a particular chocolate that she had bought, 'I haven't tried that one yet. Can we try it? Please?"
      ___ pouted, "Not yet, this is for the last taste test,' she had replied, 'Try this chocolate, though! I bought it right from the grocery store, and I've always liked it."

     Italy took the small bar of chocolate from his friend, breaking it in half and shoving a large piece in his mouth. He made a slight face of disgust, spitting the piece of chocolate into the grass. The Italian proceeded to wipe his tongue on the back of his sleeve, desperate to get the taste out of his mouth.

     "What was that?!' he asked, 'It was so bitter and gross!"
     ___ stared at him, "It's Pennsylvanian chocolate,' she said, 'Well, not really, but it is American. It's dark chocolate. Do you like dark chocolate? I know Italy makes a lot of...milk chocolate. So..."
     "It was really gross, bella!' he declared, 'It was worse than pure chocolate!"

     A grin crossed her face, and ___ extracted the chocolate he had wanted before. She shook it slightly, the fire of mischievous intentions alight in her eyes. Italy watched the hidden chocolate sway back and forth, and he reached to take it from her. Even though the two had been tasting chocolates all afternoon, he had yet to taste the one wrapped in a handkerchief.
 
     The Italian lurched, "I want to taste that one!' he said, 'Vee~ I've been trying all day, and you haven't let me have any! Please, bella, I really want to try it!"
     ___ winked, "I'm not sure you'll like it, Ita~' she chirped, 'You see, it's American chocolate too. Only, it was crafted by me. Too bad you don't like chocolate from here~"
     "No! I want it!"

     Italy attempted to tackle the American, flailing his arms in an attempt to grab the chocolate. The only thing keep the chocolate from him was her foot against his chest. ___ refused to give him the chocolate, enjoying the teasing she was giving him. Finally, she peeled away the handkerchief from the chocolate, revealing a single bar. Italy's breath caught in his throat as he flailed even harder for the chocolate. He really wanted to try the chocolate that she crafted by hand. However, ___ licked the bar of chocolate.

     "NO!' Italy shouted, 'Please, ___! Give me your chocolate!"

     He let out a scream when she sunk her teeth in the bar, causing several passers-by to look. Some even stayed around to watch the event unraveling before them. ___ finally giggled, unable to control it now. While she was distracted, the Italian pulled the chocolate bar away from her mouth and sunk into the grass a few feet away. She continued to laugh into the grass, leaving Italy to freely bite her chocolate. He immediately spit that chocolate out too.

     "You lied to me, bella!' he chanted, 'This is the same chocolate!"