Lost!
"Germany! Germany!" Italy jogs up next to Germany, hands waving wildly in the air.
Germany sighs, his head dropping into his hand. He and Italy had been walking forever, and he had the sinking suspicion that they were lost. Does he ever shut up? "What is it now, Italy? You are annoying."
Italy stops, starting to pout. "Nothing… I was just wondering if you were hungry. I was going to give you the last of the pasta." Italy blushes as his stomach rumbles at the mention of food.
Germany stops marching and looks at Italy. He's giving me his precious pasta? That's… nice of him. Germany blinks fiercely, cursing himself for letting dirt get into his eyes. "You, you would do that for me?"
Italy brightens. "Of course I would! I can't let my ally starve, now can I?"
Germany nods and gratefully takes the pot of pasta. He and Italy continue walking for hours on end. Soon night falls and they build a fire to keep warm. An owl hoots and the fire pops. Germany jumps up and shouts in frustration, causing Italy to cower in fear.
"When are we ever going to get out of this damn forest?" He slams his fist into a nearby tree.
"Oh, Mr. Germany, please calm down. Aren't you at least having fun?" Italy pats Germany's shoulder.
"Fun? Fun!" He grabs Italy by the shoulders. Germany begins shaking the life out of Italy. "Is. This. What. You. Call. Fun?"
"Germany, stop. You're scaring me!" Italy sniffles in trepidation.
Just then they both hear a twig snap. They turn their heads to see what made the noise. A young man, looking a lot like Italy, steps into view. Germany releases Italy in confusion. Italy springs toward the newcomer with joy.
"Oh, Romano! I'm so glad to see you. We've been marching for hours, and we're lost, and we've run out of pasta!" Italy turns to Germany. "You do remember my big brother Romano, don't you?"
Germany just blinks. "How did you find us? We've been lost in this forest all day."
Romano looks around, an expression of disinterest on his face. "What are you douches doing out here?"
"Well, you see, we're doing a reconna—" Italy cuts off with a muffled shriek as Germany claps his hand over Italy's mouth.
"It's top secret! Now, how did you find us?"
Romano sighs. "You're only a few miles away from town. I've been watching you two traipse around in circles all morning. You really are idiots; you do know that, right?"
Germany and Italy fall back, struck by their own stupidity. Germany springs forward, shaking his fist and gritting his teeth. "Oh, you stupid Italian! I'll show you who the idiot is!"
Italy drags Germany away from Romano. He speaks quick reassurances and calms his friend down. Smiling, he floats back over to Romano. "Thank you for saving us, big brother. So, where are we going?"
"This way." Romano leads them through the forest. Italy trails on his heels, humming and skipping around. Germany sighs and trudges behind them. Soon, they reach the town. Romano walks down the hill, raising his hand in farewell.
"Wait, Romano!" Italy rushes forward, almost tripping. Germany grabs him by the collar and holds him there.
Romano turns. "Yes?"
"Do you by chance have any pasta?"
End!