How to eat pasta (Italy x Child! Reader)

"Fratello I'm hungry," I heard (Name) say while rubbing her eyes and walking into the kitchen after taking her nap.
"So what do you want to eat?," I asked while picking her up.
"I don't know," she said while stifling a yawn.
"Oh, I have the perfect meal for you," I said while setting her down and went to make pasta.

Time skip to when the pasta is finished...

(Name)'s P.O.V.

After fully waking up mio fratello put a plate of dead worms and their blood in front of me. Why would he give me dead worms I was thinking, but then I remembered that Big Brother Francis eats snails so I guess it's not that weird. Still I was curious as to why he would give me worms which are dead, so I had to ask.

"Fratello why are there dead worms and their blood on the plate?," I asked him.

Feliciano's P.O.V.

"Why are there dead worms and their blood on the plate?," I hear (Name) ask me.

Dead worms...Blood...Ah, She must have been watching The Godfather with Lovino again.

"Hey (Name) is there any chance that you have been watching The Godfather with Lovino?," I asked.
"Si and it's really good," she says with a smile.
"What about the worms?," she asks.
"It's not worms," I said while pulling her into my lap.
"It's not," she repeats with a shocked face.
"Nope. It's noodles," I say.
"Noodles. What is that?," she asks.
"Well it's dough that you cut into strings and boil," I explained.
"Then what about the blood?," she asks while tilting her head to the side cutely.
"It's tomato sauce," I say while her face lights up. I swear she is just like Lovino and Antonio when it comes to tomatoes.
"Then what do you call it when you put the noodles and sauce together?," she asked. Well this five year old surely does have a lot of questions today.
"It's called spaghetti," I answered.
"Spagati," she said as she tried to repeat the word.
"No. It's spaghetti," I repeated.
"Spagati."
"Spaghetti."
"Spagati."
"Spaghetti."
"Spagati."
"Spaghetti."
"Spagati."

This went on for a few minutes until we hear...

"SHUT UP," Lovino yells from the living room.

We instantly shut up and giggle a little.

"Spaghetti."
"Spagati."
"Okay. How about this. Pasta," I said while changing the word so it would be easier for her to say.
"Pasta," she repeats with a content smile.
"Good. So are you ready to eat now. This pasta should be warm," I said after our mini fight.
"Yup," she says while nodding.
"Do you need help eating it?," I worriedly asked.
"Nope," she said while shaking her head.

I sat back in the chair with her in my lap and watched her try to eat pasta. First she used a spoon. She tried to scoop it up like it was soup, but she only got the sauce not the noodles. She tried for a couple of more times until she switched to the fork. It was cute watching her stab the noodles only to get nothing on the fork. I guess by this time she just gave up because she started to eat it with her hands.

"Why did you eat it with your hand?," I asked after she was done eating.
"Mr. Fork and Mrs. Spoon wasn't working so I had to do it myself," she explained to me.
"Okay. Well let's get you cleaned up," I said while picking her up and heading to the bathroom.
"Okay," she said while smearing tomato sauce on my face.