[ The first thing that Italy wanted to do was make pasta! It would give a more homier kind of feeling towards this whole situation. Whatever that may be. It didn't really concern him too much. Being cheerful as always as he went through the streets of the shopping district. Occasionally the seemingly young man seemed to space out stopping in the middle of the street to look up towards the sky before continuing again.

Italy starts humming as he nears the fresh vegetables stalls and looks at the various types. He pauses turning as if going to ask a question to someone. For a moment he seems to look lost before remembering that he was out on this venture by himself. There was no Germany or Japan with him. ]

I can do this! I have done things by myself before... [ He glances down at the tomatos in the basket, picking one up and giving it a look over. Italy puts it back down and picks up another one to give that one a look over as well. After staring at the tomato for a long period, he felt slightly dizzy and sneezes suddenly dropping the tomato back into the basket. ] ... ... [ He rubs at his nose looking down at the basket and wonders which tomato to pick back up. ]