"Come on, you're almost done. Two more." Germany mumbled. "I-I can't!" Italy cried, as his arms turned to pasta noodles. It was even difficult for him to even do just one pushup. "Alright, ill make you a deal italy. If you finish these pushups then i'll alow you to cook tonight." Italy's face lit up in happyness as he gave more effort into the puhups. In the background, Japan was quietly eating the remains of his bento box, with a satisfying smile on his face, a clap of his hands together, and an 'Arigato'. Germany was also getting hungry from all the hard work of Training. As Italy finally finished his pushups that felt like it took a million years to do, he ploped down on the grass on his roaring stomach with an 'oof!'. Germany pointed to the kitchen as Italy darted quickly to get cooking. Germany shook his head and followed, as Japan caught up behind germany to also get inside. The air was suddenly tanted with the slightest sent of sage and different spices, along with the sound of a humming and cheerfull Italian.
