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Marshmallows

"Hot chocolate"
"Yeah!"
"With.. Popcorn"
"Mm-hm. Why do you ask?"

Germany just shook his head. "Nevermind."
"Okay! You make the popcorn and I'll make the hot chocolate then!" Italy said, turning and opening one of the top cabinets that held the cups and mugs.

"... Oh..." His smile soon disappeared as he realized he couldn't reach the mugs on the top shelf. He tried standing on his toes.. No luck. He then tried hopping slightly, and when that didn't work, he started jumping as high as he could. Still no luck.

"Ve! Can't reach!!" Italy started to get irritated, his face turning red and cheeks puffing out.

Of course, Germany observed all this, finding it cute that he was jumping up and down and getting irritated. He shook his head and chuckled as he walked over and easily took the mugs out of the cabinet, handing them to Italy, who's expression had changed from irritated, to confused and slightly embarrassed.

"D...Did you see that?" 

Germany nodded, at the same time Italy turned away, his face as red as a tomato from embarrassment instead of irritation this time.

He thought of how foolish he probably looked while jumping for the mugs. He shook the embarrassing thoughts from his head, looking over at Germany who was opening the popcorn packets as if nothing happened.

Italy poured milk that he had gotten from the refrigerator in to a small pot, placing it on the stove to heat up.

He didn't even notice the sound of popcorn popping in the microwave as he walked to the pantry, not exactly sure what he was looking for. Candy or something sweet maybe.

Italy's eyes scanned the items in the pantry, sometimes listing them in his head. 'Cereal... Bread... A bag of potatoes... sugar, flour, lots of baking stuff...' His eyes all of a sudden stopped on a medium sized bag that he picked up and looked at it. 'Perfect! This is just what we need!'

Italy started to skip out of the pantry, until the sweet, buttery smell of fresh popcorn hit him. He inhaled deeply as his eyes drifted to the overflowing bowl of delicious white popcorn. He took one and ate it smiling at the delightful taste. 'I haven't had popcorn in a while! So good!'

He walked to the side of the stove, pouring hot milk into the two mugs.
He then gently opened the packets and stirred the contents into the milk one by one with a spoon, tasting a little with it to make sure it was good.

At that time, Germany had just finished emptying the second bag of popcorn into a separate bowl.

"Hey,Germany" Italy called after he had finished putting the popcorn into the bowl. "Yes?" He answered, turning.

"Close your eyes!"
"What?"
"I said close your eyes!"

Germany just shook his head and did what the little Italian told him to do. He was pretty used to Italy's nonsense, but sometimes, he still didn't get him.

"Okay, now open your mouth"
"What?!"
"Just do it trust me! And keep your eyes closed!"

Germany again shook his head and did what he was told, cautiously opening his mouth.

"Okay now chew"
Germany did, opening his eyes slowly (so to not make Italy mad, or something like that) and found that whatever Italy gave him, was really soft and sweet...

"This is familiar... But.. I can't quite guess what it is.."
"It's white.. Kind of cylindrical.. You can roast them over a fire when camping.."
"Oh, I think I remember, some weird name, like swamp-mayo or something"
"No, silly! It's Marshmallow. But I guess that's close enough."
"Okay so what was the whole point of this game, exactly?"

"Oh, well.." Italy took two of those marshmallows and put them in his hot chocolate, each one falling with a plop!

"I just thought you might like some for yours"
"Oh, sure. I'd like some."
"How many?"
"Mm... as many as you like, I guess. Whatever you want."

Italy smiled at that response, plopping three into his mug.
"Isn't that too much?" Germany asked.
"Oh.. Uh.. I don't know. I was going to add another to mine so we were even but.." "Okay. In that case I guess it's all right. As long as you don't add the whole bag to mine."

Italy giggled at his response. "No, don't worry I won't do that!"
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Germany had to marvel at how Italy was literally skipping up the stairs. With an overflowing popcorn bowl in his left hand, a hot drink in his right. Not a single drop or crumb falling on the steps. 'Honestly, this Italian sometimes.. I can't believe him.' He thought shaking his head and smiling.
'Honestly..'