baby mine

chapter 24

chapter twent y four

        Italia arrived back at Germany's place in a surprisingly good mood. Britian had asked Germany if perhaps she could stay with him sometime, because she was his daughter, and he wanted to get to know her better. Germany siad it was fine, but that he would wait for Italia to give the word because she was rather busy between her studies, and her now regualr visits to Belgium, her mother. Italia didn't mind that so much. She had gotten over his distrust for England, and was rather begining to like him.

        "Now, don't be too surprised when you get inside."Germany said, unlocking the front door. Italia raised an eyebrow.

        "Why?"She aksed slowly. Germany smiled, and shook his head.

        "You'll see."He stepped aside to let her in, and she was quickly overwhelmed by the delicous aroma of familiar cooking.

        "Is that...Italy's cooking I smell?"Italia aksed slowly, looking back at Germany. He smiled just a tad wider, and nodded. Italia grinned widely, and ran inside. It felt like ages ago that Italy was last in this house. The smell was stronger as she walked into the kitchen, and suddenly she was hit with a flashback to he childhood days as she saw Italy smiling widely, rolling out dough on the counter, while a pot of steaming water boiled behind him. His lips moved, and, though Italia couldn't hear the words, she knew he was singingto himself.

    Suddenly the bruenette looked up, and hazel eyes met hazel eyes as the two locked gazes. He smiled widely.

        "Ve~Italia, is that you?"Said child smiled widely, and walked into the room slowly, as if she were afaird that she was dreaming.

        "Italy, it's good seeing you!"Italia smiled, and ran into Italy, huging him tightly. Italy smiled, and knelt as he hugged the child back.

        "Ve~~And it's good seeing you."He whispered into her hair, and then stood up as he stirred the pot. Italia smiled, and looked at the dough. She looked at Germnay pass by the kitchen. He looked at her, and nodded slightly.

        'Thanks, for allowing me this private time with Italy.' She thought silently, and then smiled at Italy.

        "How is everybody?"She asked. Italy nodded.

        "Everybody's good at my place. Ve~ How have you been? Germany told me alot of what you've done."Italia tilted her head slightly.

        "He...WHta did he tell you?" Italya shurgged, and then looked at the ceiling as if trying to remember.

        "He siad that you're a very talneted artist, and then showed me some of your drawings, and he was right. You're very good."Italia blushed slightly at the complament."He also siad that you're a bit of a trouble maker, but I suppose all kids are rebelloius at one time or another."Italy smiled at her, and then went back to rolling out the dough."He also said that you're a good cook, and that you study very hard, and that you're working very hard to deveople your own nation, and you're growing up very fast..Though I can see that."Italia smiled, and then looked around the kitchen. She had always imagined all the things she would tell Italy when she saw him again, but now that he was actually there, in front of her, in real life, she found that she had nothing to say. He had a lot to say, that much Italia could see, but she had nothing to say to him. She just couldn't say anything. Italy, looked at her, his amber eyes searching hers for a moment, and then sighed. He could tell he was losing her intrest quickly."So...Germany told me he has been homschooling you. What things does he teach?"Italia shrugged, and looked back at Italy.

        "The usual. He's teaching me to read, and write, and he's teaching me history, and science, and math, and things that will help me become a strong and powerful nation someday. Just the usual."Venezaino nodded slightly, and chewed on the inside of his cheeck as he thought of a way to keep the convosation going so that he didn't lose her intrest. However, before he could say anything, Italia looked at him, her eyes boring into his."So, why are you back?" She asked, keeping her gaze on him. Italy looked at her slightly surprised. Her tone sounded like she didn't want him back at all. Like somehow, his very prescene was disturbing her own, regualr routine, and she wasn't welcome to the intrudance at all.

        "I..Well....I missed being here, and everything, so I guess Germany's trying to be friends again, but on his own terms."Italia nodded, and then yawned loudly, as if she had done it on purpose.

        "Well, it's been nice talking, but I'm tired. I'm gonna go to my room,and catch up on my sleep. I'll catch you later, Italy."Italia waved as she left the room.Germany looked at her, slightly surprised, as she walked striaght past him, and into her own room. He thought she'd be happy to see Italy. Ludwig shook his head slightly, and wlaked into the kitchen. Italy looked at him, and smiled slightly.

        "Idon't think little Italia likes me anymore.""He tried to keep his voice happy, but Germany could still catch the sadness in it. Germnay cleared his throat.

        "I'm sure it's just the trip she made coming back from America to here again. I'm sure once she gets some sleep, she'll be her usual talktive self." Italy nodded, comforted slightly by that thought...

        However, Italia found herself unable to sleep. It was the same deal as when she was in New York, staying with America and Britian, however she didn't have the noise of the music to keep her thoughts queit. Instead, all the noise she had to focus on were the noises coming from outside. The gentle breeze blowing from the trees, the birds chirpping, or the other animals sccurring about. She also had the muffled voices coming from down the hall. She could bearly tell apart one voice from another. It still did nothing to calm Italia enough, relax her enough, that she was able to fall asleep.

        Italia jumped slightly when she heard heavy footsteps by her door, and the door gently opened, and she quckly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

        "Oh, she seems to still be sleeping.Guess she can have her dinner later than."Germnay whispered queitly, and then closed the door queitly behind him as he made his way back down the hall. Italia opened her eyes, and sighed heavily has she hooked her fingers together over her stomache. She sighed heavily, and turned on her side to face the window. Her stomache was begining to hurt, and she began to feel sick, though she had no idea why she was feeling that way.

        "I'm probally getting sick. That would explain everything."She sauid outloud in a soft whisper, closing her eyes again in some hope that she would fall asleep.

        "Ve~, Italia, you ok?"Italia slowed her breathing, making it shallow, so that it appeared that she was still sleeping."C'mon, I know you're still awake."Italia didn't say anything, and merely pretended to be still be sleeping. She didn't feel like getting up, and talking to anyone yet."Well dinner will be ready in the oven for you when your ready to come, and eat. Ok?"He gently patted her head, before leaving the room.

        Italia sighed, and opened her eyes again when the door was closed again.

        "I suppose Uncle Prussia will come in, and try to get me to eat next...If he's here today. He might not be."Italia mused to herself, and then shurgged, deciding she didn't really care."Uhh, my stomache."Italia groaned, throwing her legs over the edge of the bed, and sitting up in bed. She held her woozing head, and felt another headache come on."Gott..."Italia muttered to herself, and then slowly got up, and started making slow, steady, queit foot steps to the bathroom. All she needed was a painkiller, and she'd be perefectly fine....