Chapter 6: Germany's Hope

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Germany woke up late on Saturday morning not feeling very well. His bright blue eyes were dull and his hear disheveled. The blond stood shakily and looked around his messy room. He did not feel like working today. 

The German walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal and called Japan and Italy to the kitchen. "There will be no training today." He told Japan. He nodded in understanding and ran off to make something to help Germany's sickness. "Now where is that Italian.." Germany grumbled and walked outside. 

Italy ran around the lock several times before noticing the German watching him. He skittered to a stop and shaded his eyes from the sun with one hand. "Hey Germany! You don't look so good." The red head stated the obvious and Germany began to glare. "So, you'll practice when i'm not there, but when I am you don't work?" The blond was starting to get angry. "Uuuuh." Was all Italy could say. Germany scoffed and walked back inside to eat whatever Japan had cooked. 

The red head frowned and wrapped up his practice before going inside to explain. "I'm not good under pressure." The Italian stated the Germany. The German continued eating as if he hadn't heard a word. Italy continued, "When I train with Japan and you I get nervous, so I practice every morning so I can make you proud." Germany looked up with his blue eyes at the smiling Italian. "Y-you want to impress me?" He asked, his mouth wide open. "Yeah! You take care of me, so I want to work hard." The German stood up from the large kitchen table and placed a hand on Italy's shoulder. "Thank you." The sick German returned to his bedroom to rest, and couldn't help but think of the kind Italian who had become part of his life. 

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Thanks for reading! I almost cried writing this. I hope you enjoyed! 

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