Why can’t I be an Italian?

When people ask me where I am from, I always have different places to say. Not that I lie to all the people that ask me but  just to those random people. I like to play with their minds and almost all the time they believe me. Sometimes I say I am from Peru, Venezuela, Columbia, Indonesia, Sudan, Israel,Cambodia, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, even India and the list goes on. One guy even believed me when I said I am from China. He got confused and said “but you have big eyes” and when I said I am from southern part of China he believed me. Also technically I was not lying at that time because Nepal is south to China.  But that one sad day when a guy asked me where I was from I told him I am from Italy. I love everything about Italy from their food, people, art to the national football team. Also I think they have a really cool sounding national anthem. Although, I have never been there I just think I would love to live there. Anyways, when I told him I am from Italy he frowned in disbelief. His face was quite surprised and asked me again in a squeaky voice “really??”. I said yes in a fake Italian accent and hand gesture. He didn’t buy it. This was the first time I had failed in making people believe where I am originally from. And I was a little sad that I had no chance to look like an Italian in Italy. What is so non-Italian about me? I mean I like pizza, my name even rhymes with pasta, I like mafia movies, actually my favorite movie is the Godfather but I guess that is not enough to fake italicize myself 😦