Bonjour my peoplez!!! I need a name to call my readers by. What should it be? IVE GOT IT!! I shall call you my little cheesepuffs. Cheesepuffs are awesome, and so are you guys, SO BAM! Y'all are cheesepuffs!!
Well ima just randomly write until I think it makes up a chapter and BABOOM! Update. That's pretty much what this is. So yeah.
~in food we trust~
~pizza~
__________________________Germany's P.O.V.
ITALY KISSED ME!!!!!!!!!!! OH MEIN GOTT!!!!!!!!! Right now I'm pretty much running around in my office making random squealing noises, basically screaming the German national anthem. It's like I'm a teenage girl or something. I am halfway through the song when I hear a knock at the door.
"Germany? Dinner is ready.~" I hear Italy say. Oooooooo this is gonna be awesome.
\•/•\~Time skip!!!! Brought to you by England's scones. Bleh. ~\•/•\
Still Germany's P.O.V.
It's been 2 weeks since Feli kissed me. He told me that he would be going out to drink with me like I do every Friday. I always get home around 1:00 in the morning when Italy is asleep so he hasn't seen me fully drunk yet. Oh this will be a sight. I have never seen Feli drunk either. Oh gosh. If he is a happy drunk then I won't be able to tell the difference. Right now I am getting ready to go to the bar. Kiku is dropping us off there and waiting until he gets a drunk text like usual to come pick us up.
Kiku knows when it's a drunk text from me because it almost always consist of some something along the lines of "hye budY I thnik I'm rdey to com home nwo."
Because I can't see worth a damn when I'm drunk. Stupid smartphones with the touch screen. And I am an extreamly happy drunk so I will sometimes take the time to squint and type with my index finger to simply write "PASTA!!!!!!!".
When I am finally ready, I walk out of my door wearing a pair of pants and a white button up shirt. I head toward the kitchen to look for Italy. When I get to the kitchen, I only find Kiku sitting on the couch with his keys. I hear a door open from upstairs and I turn around when I hear footsteps coming down the hall.
"Feliciano, are you ready to g-" I stop mid-sentence when I see him coming down the stairs. He was wearing somewhat tight fitting pants that look amazing on him, a black button-up halfway buttoned with a black tank-top underneath and black and white checkerboard Vans.
Oh mein gott. He and Elizaveta must've went shopping for clothes that I would like because I want to tackle him and kiss him until his face falls off. Fortunately, I resist the growing urge. "So. Are we ready to go?" Feli says looking at both of us, me practically holding onto the couch for support because my leg strength had abandoned me.
"Hai. We are hopefully ready. Right, Ludwig-San?" Japan said. I just nod and gesture toward the door. Italy was starting to walk toward the door when I opened the door for him and smiled. "Ve~ Grazie Luddy." He said, followed by a kiss on the cheek.
Oh that was it.
My leg strength left me for a split second and I halfway crumpled to the floor. Italy was reaching toward me to help but I regained my balance and guided us both out the door, a heavy blush still painted on my face.
Oh what this man can do to me.
\•/•\~Another time skip! Skipping the car ride there. brought to you by Germany's gun collection. Boom boom pow (A.N. see what I did there :D)~\•/•\
Italy's P.O.V.
So, I am drinking with Ludwig... Interesting.
You see, even though we are countries, we can still get drunk as easily as humans can.
