Italy is too nice. ;w;

just likes to see people happy. ^^ He scoops out a third of the strudel onto another plate for Gilbert. "Here you go~"

Gilbert is going to get fat if Italy spoils him.

pokes Gilbert's stomach while giggling.

he'll be fine. He makes a squeak when poked. "Hey!"

if he should put them both on a diet, but shakes his head, feeling as if Gilbert was to drink light beer, his house would be on fire.

pouts, his eyes turning to stare wide eyed at Luddy. "What, am I fat or something, that I need to be put on a diet?!"

gapes at him.

about to rip off his clothes to see if there's any place that's bigger than it should be. T_T

he needs to keep his clothes. **ON**

, but he's afraid that he's getting fat. T_T