A/N: Hola my beautiful readers! ^^; okay so ya I know, I should be working on my Panda and Chopsticks story~ Buuuuuuttttt! This little plot bunny jumped into mah head in the middle of the night, and would not let me sleep until I wrote it down so yup! This is what this is! So I'm planning on making this into a short multi-chaptered story…maybe turn longer as I get into it later-er…Well! I'll stop talking so you can read! ^^

Disclaimer: They originated in Korea….and I'm not going ALL the way to Korea for one…I'm sorry people but It's the truth!

The normally sweet and cheerful little Italian gave a bitter smile. He was tired of being called useless and an oblivious idiot. Of having to pretend to be so happy and cheerful all the time, only to be under appreciated and ignored.

Nobody ever asked to hear his opinions, but he guessed he had brought that on himself. He had let his little act grow on him far too long. Now even to him, it was hard to sometimes drop his façade. But he still was able too, and that was all that mattered.

"Nono always said I was a good actor…"

Italy sighed, his gaze drifting towards the cooking knife he had just sat down. His fists clenched at the sight of the thing. It was just another sign of how much the others stepped all over him. Unclenching his fists he sighed, though it was also a source of relief. Once again, it was his turn to make lunch for the world meeting….just like every other time before.

'But no, it's not their faults….Ve~ it's only mine. I should have never let the act get this bad. It's my fault that they think I could be used so simply without complaints~'

He was like a butler to the rest of the world. He would cook for them, clean their houses when he visited (except for Japan because he was the only decent nation who insisted his guest shouldn't do any work), entertain them, and he would even help the ungrateful nations with their problems, whether it be personal or otherwise.

Italy grinned. But his grin wasn't the one of the sweet and carefree Italian everyone else thought they knew. No, this was a grin more likely to be found on the face of a certain Russian, the aura and all. And Italy had a perfectly good reason too~

He knew what probably no other nation probably ever would. He knew the whole world's secrets, even the darkest, deepest, and most personal ones. Ones that no one could have imagined. And all it took was one simple and "accidental" text to America and Poland and the secret would be exposed faster than you could say "Oh no you didn't." But exposure of those secrets would ruin the nation of his choosing beyond belief. But right now, that's the only thing that would make our dear little Italy happy.

To see the look of horror and utter embarrassment on their faces. To watch as one by one, they all began to drop like flies. To be happily sitting pretty watching as each one of his supposed "friends" began to really pay for the misery and abuse he was caused. Each one of his stabs in the heart was gladly returned.

Because what seemed everyone else's downfall happened to be his personal success. He had become hooked on the little secrets and dirty lies that even the most innocent seeming nation held. Because the ones that really seem the most innocent, happen to be the worse. And just as some were addicted to lovers and alcohol, his secret and forming addiction was knew everyone else's business. To know their secrets.

The Italian smirked. "Ve~ and it's so simple to get the truth too~"

It wasn't all that hard for him at attain what he wants. Just flashing the nation a look full of innocence and his pleading brown eyes was what made them crack. Surprisingly it was his trusting face and his fake little act that gave him what he had wanted. And it was for that very reason that he had not given up on his façade, to let it continue on a little longer. Because, he was sure that there would be a day that he would use them. To get his sweet, sweet revenge.

"Hallo? Italy?"

The Italian jumped breaking away from his thoughts and being pulled back into the world he held such a fierce hate for. He gave a sigh before regaining his easy and carefree dopy smile. Quickly slipping back into acting mode, he changed his mood and pushed down his true feelings.

"Ve~ Si Luddy?" On the inside he wrinkled his nose at how dumb and cheerful his voice sounded. It was no wonder that he was always being used.

The blonde German rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed. "J-ja…um…I was wondering if you needed any help..?" He coughed, his face getting red. "O-of course if you don't need any then I can just-"

Italy "ve'd" happily as he ran to hug the bright red German out of gratitude. "Of course I'd like help Luddy! Ehehehehe~ Grazti!"

Germany nodded still face bright red. Italy mentally rolled his eyes. 'As if! I know what he is trying to do…even the rest of the world knows that he likes me. But I don't. Ve~ It's true….fratello was right when he said they always smelled like potatoes, beer, and wurst. I would never like him. I just need to keep this up for a little while longer….'

The blonde frowned. "Italy? What's wrong? Why are you frowning? It doesn't look normal when you do that."

The Italian blinked, barley keeping up his act. He quickly regained his smile. 'Damn! I never realized I stopped smiling…dumb German…'

"Ve~ of course not Luddy! It's just….how am I going to move all the lunch to the meeting hall?" He threw in a pout for extra measures. And by the looks of it, it seemed to have worked because Germany gave a small chuckle.

"Oh Italy~ the things you worry about! Of course I'll help you, Isn't that why I came to help?"

The Italian nodded. "Ve, Si! Grazti milli Luddy!" He grinned and passed the blonde the first few plates of lunch.

The German was over whelmed at how quickly his secret crush was able to make so much food, and left while tittering a bunch of plates and silver ware. Italy smirked.

'He was always so simple minded….As if I would ever fall for him! But just a while more….only a little longer do I have to deal with these idiots…'

A/N: So as always, reviews are awesomeness, and awesomeness=is Prussian and good~

Pasta La Vista~

~Forever South~