[And probably by this time, Arthur has entirely forgotten he was coming. After all, it's very hard work cleaning your own armor when you don't have a servant to do it for you.]
[He sets the armor aside. Visitors? Honestly? He goes to throw open the door to tell them to come back later, but when he opens the door, he has to look down to see the Italian with the potful of pasta. Not that he could recognize the pasta.]
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Oh, but I almost forgot to ask, where do you live?
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[HE TELLS HIM WHERE ENGLAND IS STAYING because I am not exactly sure, myself.]
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[And obviously Italy will be late, to where ever England lives at.]
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[Happily, while balancing a potful of pasta in one hand, Italy knocked upon their door with another.]
Ve, I'm hereee!
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[He sets the armor aside. Visitors? Honestly? He goes to throw open the door to tell them to come back later, but when he opens the door, he has to look down to see the Italian with the potful of pasta. Not that he could recognize the pasta.]
... Italy?
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[Italy replied, in his usual cheerful manner.]
I brought over some pasta for you! I hope you're hungry!
[Plus he was sure even a Prince from England's home would be tired of his poison cooking! He needed to eat better in a place like Discedo.]
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