Act 1, Scene 4(Setting: Italy, Romano and Sicily’s house (kitchen, to be more precise). Sicily is sitting up at the table whilst Romano is at the cooker, preparing some pasta. Italy enters the room.)Italy: (runs over and hugs his brother) Ve~ Ciao Lovi, Angelica!
Romano: (jumps with surprise) CHIGI! Let go of me, bastard!
(Italy shakes his head) Sicily:
(giggles at Romano and Italy) You seem cheerful, Vene.
Italy: Si, of course!
(lets go of Romano and sits down next to Sicily) I have mia splendida famiglia, and I’m having a lot of fun with Luddi and Kiku and everyone else, ve!
Sicily:
(raises an eyebrow) Oh? What are you doing that’s so fun?
Italy: Ve, we’re making a musical!
Romano: (starts serving up the pasta) That sounds fucking stupid.
Sicily: (scowls) Don’t be mean, Lovi.
(Romano brings over the pasta and gives it to Sicily and Italy)Romano: Well it does sound stupid!
(sits down with a huff)Italy: (has been ignoring Romano’s bad attitude and starts eating the pasta) Ve~ Pastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~!
(Romano rolls his eyes and he and Sicily start eating. Suddenly music starts playing from nowhere. Romano can’t seem to resist tapping his foot in time. Italy grins and stands up, holding up his bowl of pasta.) Song 6: The Pasta Song (Italy, Sicily and Romano)
Italy: Pasta, pasta. I love pasta! It’s a wonderful food!
(Sicily smiles and stands up too)Sicily: Rigatoni, mostaccioli, and spaghetti, too!
Italy and Sicily: Pasta, pasta. I love pasta! Take a look and you’ll see. Fettuccine, vermicelli, ravioli for me!
-musical interlude- (Sicily and Italy start dancing around the table, holding their bowls above their head. Romano rolls his eyes, trying to hold back a grin as the two sit down) -end of musical interlude-Sicily: (spoken) Say, Vene - Could you please pass me a fork and spoon so’s I can twirl my spaghetti?
(Italy hands her a fork and spoon) Grazie!
(she start singing again) I like it with red sauce, Alfredo.
Italy: I like it with garlic and oil!
(Suddenly Romano stands up and starts singing) Romano: I like it with sun dried tomatoes. Lovely pasta brought to a boil!
All three: (the other two stand up) Pasta, pasta. I love pasta! It’s a wonderful food! Manicotti, garganelli, and farfalle, too! Pasta, pasta. I love pasta! Take a look and you’ll see. Tripolini, cavatelli, macaroni for me!
-musical interlude- (Romano and Italy link arms and begin skipping around. Sicily holds her pasta above her head and spins around on the spot) -end of musical interlude-Italy: (sits down, spoken) Say, Lovi - Can I have a napkin or maybe a bib? Tomato sauce stains, you know.
(Romano throws a napkin at him which hits him in the face)Sicily: (singing again) Please bring out a pan of lasagna.
Romano: Simply grand, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Italy: Sprinkle with a dash of Romano!
All three: Pasta sure has been good to me!
(Italy jumps up with his bowl and the three start dancing around the table again, holding up the pasta) Pasta, pasta. I love pasta! It’s a wonderful food! Rigatoni, mostaccioli, and spaghetti, too! Pasta, pasta. I love pasta! Take a look and you’ll see. Fettuccine, vermicelli, ravioli for me!
(At the end of the song, they freeze holding their pasta up high in the air) End of Song
Romano: (blinks in surprise, sits down quickly) What the fuck was that?!
Italy: Ve, wasn’t that fun, Lovi!
(he and Sicily also sit down)Sicily: Si, it was pretty fun.
(The phone suddenly rings. Sicily gets up and leaves the kitchen to answer it. After she leaves, Italy turns back to Romano)Italy: Lovi…?
Romano: (grunts)Italy: You will join in the musical, ve?
Romano:
(sighs) …Fine…
Italy: (cheers) Grazie, Lovi!
(goes back to eating his pasta as Sicily re-enters)Sicily: That was Lizzy. Apparently Inny convinced England to book one of his theaters in his West End for us to use. She said we’re all meeting there tomorrow. Also, Alfred and Canada will be there.
Italy: (perks up) Ve, that’s great news! Isn’t this exciting, ve!
Romano: (rolls his eyes)Sicily: (giggles and sits down) Si Vene, it is. Very exciting.
(the three go back to eating their pasta)The next day…(Italy, Romano and Sicily enter the theater where the British Isles, Hungary, Belgium, Japan, the Bad Touch Trio, America, Canada and Belarus are waiting on the stage. It’s a large theater with red seats etc… The usual type of theatre. Most of the nations are trying on costumes and putting on make-up. Hungary, Ireland and Belarus are moving large props and pieces of scenery around the stage. Sicily drags Romano off to try on costumes. Italy sees Belarus and walks over to her.)
Italy: Ve, ciao Ms. Belarus! I didn’t know you were joining in to.
Belarus: (stops what she’s doing and looks up) Hm… I’m only here because Inny told me she was in danger and that I should meet her here.
Ireland: (calls out from the other side of the stage) It was the only way to get her to come!
Italy: Ve, well it’s nice to see you, Ms. Belarus!
(waves and runs off to try on costumes with France.)America: (comes out wearing a knight costume) Hahaha! Dude, this is awesome! I look so heroic in this.
(poses dramatically, causing Sicily to giggle.?)
(Sicily has forced dresses on Romano and Spain. France starts chasing England around the stage, trying to force a maid’s costume on him. Canada is wearing a woman’s wig and Kumajiro is trying to convince him to try on a skirt. Scotland is applying make-up to himself, Belgium, Prussia and Wales. Ireland, Hungary and Belarus are still moving things around the stage. Germany enters and stares in horror at the sight of the nations wearing make-up, dresses, etc.)Germany: Mein Gott! What are you doing?!
(the nations freeze, mid make-up applying and dressing. Germany scans the room with his eyes, taking in how girly everyone is looking.) You all look like a bunch of women!
(he stops at Hungary, Ireland and Belarus, who were in the middle of their heavy labour.) Except the women, who seem much more manly than the rest of you.
(rolls his eyes.) We need to do something about this!
(starts pacing across the stage as the music starts up) Need to make you more manly. Now, everyone start doing push-ups!
(everyone drops to the floor and start doing push-ups. Germany points to Ireland, Hungary and Belarus.) Except you three, you don't need to. You can watch them man-up instead.
(The three stand back up and nod, standing to the side.)Song 7: I’ll Make a Man Out of You (Germany plus chorus of the other nations and a few solos)
Germany: (whilst pacing around) Let's get down to business, to man you all up.
(France stops his exercise and starts playing with his hair. Germany rolls his eyes) Did they send me daughters, when I asked for sons?
(The nations all fall over, too tired to continue push-ups.) You're the saddest bunch I ever met. But you can bet before we're through.
(Germany walks over to Italy and pulls him to his feet) Mister, I'll make a man out of you.
(Italy gulps)(Germany starts doing star-jumps so everyone copies him) Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within. Once you find your manhood you are sure to win. You're a spineless, pale pathetic lot. And you haven't got a clue. Somehow I'll make a man out of you!
(he stops star-jumping to watch the others working) France: (swoons) I'm never gonna catch my breath.
Canada: (collapses from exhaustion) Say good-bye to those how knew me.
Prussia: (still doing star-jumps) Dude I’m so awesome I didn’t cut gym!
Hungary: (to Ireland and Belarus, who have been watching from the side-lines with her) Germany’s got them scared to death!
(Ireland and Belarus nod in agreement)Ireland: Hope he doesn’t totally exhaust them.
America: Now I really wish I hadn’t eaten those hamburgers!
(the nations stop working out and pose as a group)Chorus: Be a man!
Germany: (approaches Scotland with a cloth and rubs the make-up off him) You must take off that ridiculous make-up!
Chorus: Be a man!
Germany: And France get rid of the maid costumes!
Chorus: Be a man!
Germany: You’re all men, except Belgium and Sicily. So all of you man up and act like those three!
(points to Hungary, Ireland and Belarus. Belarus rolls her eyes as Hungary and Ireland giggle and hold their heads up proudly. The others begin marching in a circle with Germany singing in the middle.) Chorus: Be a man!
Germany: We all must be proud that we are men.
Chorus: Be a man!
Germany: So keep training and lose your girly-ness.
Chorus: Be a man!
Germany: Why are the girls more manly than you lot? It’s as mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
(Everyone punches the air and holds up their fists on the final beat of the music.)End of Song
(The nations flop to the floor with exhaustion, causing Hungary and Ireland to burst out with laughter. England, Scotland and Wales scowl at them. Belgium and Sicily groan and stand up, going over to the other girls.)Sicily: Don’t laugh at us!
Hungary: (between giggles) I’m sorry, but Germany’s right. I’m definitely manlier than the guys.
Belarus: (nods) And apparently so are me and Inny.
Belgium: (sighs) I need a drink... preferably some beer.
(she exits. Prussia sits up.)Prussia: Hey, Belgium! Don’t mind if I join you!
(quickly rushes after her. The other nations follow, leaving Germany alone on the stage) Germany: (rolls his eyes) They all abandoned their training...
(stares at the door) Hm... a beer doesn’t sound too bad, though.
(after a moment’s hesitation, he exits.)End of Scene 4
AN: I get to upload it this time! Well, Amy's leaving tomorrow, so we'll need to try and write this on skype or msn...