Germany rubbed him temples. Italy was giving him a headache, like always. He was talking gibberish about pasta… again.
"I'm hungry. Why don't we have any pasta? Germany-" But Germany gut off the Italian.
"Didn't you just eat, Italy?" He asked. Italy nodded. "And was it pasta?" Again, Italy nodded. Germany sighed; sometimes he just wanted to smack some sense into that little moron. Italy smiled idiotically.
"Just go… do something…" He said, waving the brunette away. "Ok-a!" Italy cheered, as hyper as usual. He disappeared, and Germany began to soak in the silence, since it wouldn't last long.
A few minutes later the phone Germany kept on his desk began to ring. He sighed, knowing exactly who it was. He picked it up. "Who captured you this time, Italy?" He said without emotion. Italy's panicked, fast words came through. "Germany, you have to save me! I met a pretty girl, but then she ended up being France in disguise!" Germany's brow furrowed. "Italy, didn't he do that to you once already?" There was a silence on Italy's end of the line. Then he began speaking quickly again. "That doesn't matter! Save me!" He exclaimed.
"Fine. I'll be there soon." Germany said, hanging up the phone. He stood up slowly, not really wanting to save the little twerp's butt another time.
He arrived in France, and immediately understood Italy's mistake. France was wearing a dress… He had the urge to face palm, but didn't. Italy was tied to a chair, France smacking him, voicing his action. "Smack, smack." He said, sounding like an idiot in Germany's mind. Italy saw him standing behind France and smiled. "Germany! You came to rescue me!" Germany sighed. "Yeah. I did."
France turned to him. "No! You shall not rescue him again." He said. Germany cocked eyebrow. "Really, France? I've already done it, what, 70 something times? I think I can do it again." He pulled back his fit, ready to punch the sissy Frenchman if he wouldn't move. Terror struck his face, he ducked and ran off, his dress trailing behind him. Germany lowered his arm, and approached Italy. He knelt down and untied him. He stood, but was tackled to the ground by Italy's small form, hugging him. "Oh, thank, thank, Germany! You saved me!" The Italian exclaimed. "Again…" Germany mumbled to himself with an irritated frown. He looked down at the boy cuddled up to him, and smiled. No matter how annoying he always was, his cute little habits were always worth it.
