Helloz!:) jus a little update :) there is storms goin on outdoors and i got creative. :) here ya go!!!
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Germany's P.O.V.
"PASTAAAAAAAAA!~" the little Italian yelled. I laugh and pull out a chair for him. God, I will never understand what it is with him and pasta. When I sat the plate of pasta in front of him, he looked like a kid walking into a Toys-R-US. He grabbed me by the waist and hugged me tightly. "GRAZIE!!!" I just laughed and awkwardly patted him on the head. "You're welcome." By the time I walked to the other side of the table sat down across from him, he was already eating.
"You may want to slow down while eating, Feli. You might get a stomach ache." He just waved off my comment and looked up at me. "Ludwig, do you know who you're talking too?" he gave me a sarcastic look and went back to eating his food. I smile, laugh, and hold my hands up and say "fine. Fine. But don't come running to me when your stomach hurts." I glance back up at him and laugh. He had pasta sauce on his face. He reminded me of a toddler when he ate, frantically guzzling his food down as if someone were going to steal it.
I stand up and go over to him with a napkin. "Well, if you won't listen to mein advice, then at least wipe off your face." I kneel down and wipe the sauce from his face with the napkin. A pinkish tint snuck it's way onto his cheeks almost instantly and I felt my face begin to heat up as well. He is looking directly into my blue eyes with those intense caramel brown ones. After what seems like forever, I get up awkwardly and take both of our plates to the kitchen sink.
While I'm washing off the plates silently, I get hugged from behind which made me basically freeze up where I stood. I hear a small "Grazie for the pasta, Ludwig." And I managed to compose myself long enough to say "you're welcome, Feli."
I go back to washing our dishes when something odd happens. Something I thought would never happen in a million years... Italy kissed me on the cheek. Now I know what you're thinking, 'don't Italians normally kiss someone's cheek as a thank you?' Well yes. That does happen, but this was different. It wasn't a quick peck on the cheek like normal. It was a drawn out kiss which damn near seemed like forever to me. Now it could just be me over reacting, but I'd like to think differently.
I freeze up once again, and I feel an intense heat creeping it's way upon my face. I knew my cheeks had to be some deep shade of red and I couldn't do anything about it. Italy could obviously tell because as soon as my face heated up, he sprinted to his room and locked the door.
I let out a small, yet manly, squeak. That was all I could do. Was squeak and put my hand over my mouth. Did that really just happen?! I don't know if I should be surprised or extremely happy. I decide to let it all out for just a second. I throw my arms up into the air and silently mouth 'yes' and do a small little happy dance.
After my fit of happiness was over, I ran a hand through my hair and regained my composure. Must keep it together. I take a deep breath and turn off the water. I began to walk towards Italy's door when I see it shut and hear the door lock. Oh fuck my life. Did he see my happy dance? "SHIT!!!!" I yell out. I can hear the Italian laugh hysterically. "HIS-A FACE!!! HIS-A FACE!!!!!!" I can hear him yelling while laughing.
Damn it all to hell! Can a grown country not do a little happy dance without getting seen and laughed at?!
I get an idea and grab a few sheets of paper and a pencil. Let's pass some notes, Italy.
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Ohhhhhhh shiz!! Germany has been caught. XD I will probably update again in a little bit. I jus figured id end the chapter here for right now. Comment if you have any suggestion or jus wanna comment!:) if you like it, leave a vote for meh please:) GRAZIE!! -kaylee
