Requested by @LeaflessSpring - You deserve a cookie 🍪
"Italy!" Germany shouted, catching the other country's attention.
"Sir yes sir!" Italy played along, with a firm posture, and hand on his forehead as if he were saluting.
"Japan won't be here today," Germany advised, walking back and forth. He had his hands locked behind his back, looking at the floor.
"Ve? Why not?" Italy immediately set his hand at ease, his heart sinking a little.
"He has arrangements today," Germany replied, his icy azure eyes meeting with Italy's.
"At least Germany is here!" Italy exclaimed. Germany adjusted his dark green cap in place.
"5 laps!" Germany ordered. Italy lead the way as Germany followed behind him.
Germany ran in a faster pace, trying to catch up to Italy, who looked behind him. Italy ran faster, and turned around to see Germany coming closer, which terrified the Italian, though it was Germany's intention to catch up.
Italy cried, pushing himself further to go faster.
"Italia!" Germany shouted. Italy ignored and continued running as if fleeing from a dinosaur.
"Germany looks scary!" Italy screamed. Germany made a sharp stop, causing clouds of dust to lift up in the air.
Germany began running the opposite direction, his eyes on the bolting nation. Italy halted as well and darted the other way.
Germany sighed frustratedly, jogging his way back to the initiation. Italy, who was frightened, returned face to face with Deutschland. Italy looked downcast, seeming nervous. He waited for Germany to speak.
"You're a very fast runner, Italy," Germany spoke, without looking at Italy. He turned around and cleared his throat.
Italy walked to Germany with a smile on his face. "Are we done yet?" Italy inquired, hope in his voice.
"Nein, 1 more lap!" Germany ordered. Italy did what he was told, and quickly ran the lap. Germany waited under a nearby tree's shade, timing Italy. As Italy completed his task, Germany instructed,"Good, Now 20 push-ups!"
Italy got on the floor, and raised himself up, repeating the process. Germany observed Italy, who didn't take to long to finish. Italy jumped up in position, taking breaths.
"Good," Germany spoke. "Just in time..."
"Germany! Let's go to a restaurant!" Italy suggested, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Isn't your brother going to get angry?" Germany assumed.
"Oh...," a discouraged expression took over on his face. Italy kicked a rock, until his face quickly lit up again, "Fratello is with big brother Spain!"
"Well...," Germany wondered, putting a hand on his chin, thinking. Germany seemed as doing philosophy, "We do have time."
"Let's go to that restaurant you took me last time?" Italy recommended, shrugging.
"Ja," Germany agreed.
In the restaurant
Italy and Germany claimed a table for two and sat down. Italy studied the menu, skimming through options.
Germany had the urge to use the restroom, so he advised Italy.
"Italy, I'm heading to the restroom, you stay here," Germany advised.
"Can I go?" Italy asked, looking up,
"No," Germany responded. "Reserve this spot," Germany went off to use the restroom. Italy watched him disappear into the other side of the door.
"Ve," Italy put the palm of his hand underneath his chin and rested his head, waiting for Germany.
"Hey lady...Looking nice," a Gang of Four men stood in front of a woman. The lady was carrying an infant in her arms. The toughest looking man of the gang snatched the woman's arm.
"Care to join us?" The man asked in an unmannered way.
"Stop!" the woman yelled, trying to pull her hand away. Italy got in the way, making the man's hand retreat.
"You're making her uncomfortable! Leave her alone!" Italy shouted, defending the vulnerable mother. "You can go, bella," Italy assured the woman. The woman shot up from her seat and walked outside.
The man scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"You look weak, and you're probably worse than that woman," the man studied Italy.
"T-that doesn't matter!" Italy stuttered timidly, wishing that Germany would come out any second now.
"Look at this ridiculous strand of hair, " the buff man chuckled, and pulled Italy's curl, without a single clue what it could do.
"N-no stop that," Italy shoved away.
"Just for this strand of hair? Does it make ya' feel... good?" the man smirked, pulling his curl. Italy was blushing extremely red and was debilitated.
"S-Stop ah," Italy hesitated.
"Oh, yes it does," a man from the group teased. He resumed tugging at Italy's fragile curl. Italy fell back on a chair as the gang surrounded him, mocking him.
"I bet you he's no stronger than a paper," another stranger from the gang chortled.
"Boss?" A man pointed out. The buff man looked up to find Germany with dark aura lurking out him... not his German sparkle party...
Germany clenched his fists. Italy cried and hugged Germany, burrying his face in his chest.
"Stay back, Italia," Germany gently pushed Italy aside. Germany took a step forward. The gang could feel his aura.
"You? beating four of-," the man was cut off by the missile-punch received from Germany on the face. A tooth flew out of his mouth, going directly to a guy's drink.
Germany didn't say a word. Instead, he walked back to Italy, softly pushing him with his arm towards the exit.
Italy had few tears on his cheeks. He also looked embarrassed and tried to avoid eye contact Germany. Germany embraced Italy into a warm hug when Italy looked comfortable.
"It's alright," Germany patted Italy's back.
They both exited the restaurant without looking back. The woman that Italy saved earlier noticed Italy. She quickly made her way up to Italy.
"Thank you so much, God bless you," The woman thanked. Italy grinned, feeling proud.
"You're welcome, bella," Italy replied. The woman walked away to a man, who seemed to be her husband.
The German nation sighed. "Let's go eat your pasta," Germany decided.
"Really?" Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's arm.
Germany nodded, "Let's not go back there."
"Si," Italy agreed, as they both made their way to his house, "But before that, can you kiss me?"
Germany sighed, and leaned forward to Italy, blushing slightly. Germany kissed Italy's forehead, and looked away with blush on his face.
"Ve, I'm recharged!" Italy said cheerfully, "Germany needs to be recharged, too."
"I'm fine," Germany replied. Italy waved his arm, signaling Germany to lean down. Germany did so without thinking, and leaned down a few inches. Italy tiptoed, trying to reach Germany's height, and planted a kiss on Germany's left cheek, and another kiss on the other.
"You're welcome," Italy spoke, going back to his normal height and looking up at Germany.
"Sure," Germany stood up straight.
