Italy wants pasta, and is naked. yet germany is a spaz. this is a quick little story i wrote, and my first one to! hope you like! Gerita fic, fwi.
"LALALAAAAA" Italy said as he scrubbed his head with shampoo. He was singing along to love pop by Miku, the music was on kind of loud. So when Germany herd this from upstairs he spazzed. "Vhat is that!"he laid on the ground and pressed his ear against the floor to hear a Japanese popstar and a annoying italian. "Stupid sissy man" he grumbled as he got up then a different song came on, he knew this one, because that's what japans listens to it as he gets ready to go some where. Germany sighed and started walking to the stares and down. The music got even louder and so did Italy's voice. He quickly budged the bathroom door open and Italy squealed. "ITALY LOWER DOWN ALL THE STUPID RACQUET RIGHT NOW! I SWEA-" he stopped and quickly freaked out to actually process the fact he was invading Italy's space. He closed his eyes as Italy his in the bubbles. "S-sorry Felli" he quickly left and closed the door. Italy spazzed and yelled. "What the heck Germany you could of got in with me!" Germany heard that and walked up stares as his face got red. Italy huffed and continued washing up. After a while Germany was bored and was trying to draw something on a piece of paper. He knew how bad he was and tried to ace it. He heard soft foot steps come up the stairs and then heard his door open with a slight creek. He ignored it and kept drawing. "Hey... Germany.." he turned around and freaked out with a nose bleed as he saw Italy get in a pray-mantis stance... naked. "I'm naked..." he said seriously yet making his eyes look bigger to look innocent. Germany had his eyes wide for a long time. "Um Italy, go put some cloths on, this is very vweird!" he said in a demanding tone. "NO! I want you to suffer! Look at me!" Italy said kind of hissing like a cat at the end. "My god..." he sighed and looked away. He then continued drawing, but Italy then got out of stance and Germany. It was awkward because Italy was standing and Germany was sitting. Germany looked up and once again, his face turned red because Italy was doing the pelvis-thrust in his face. "ITALY YOU CREEP!" he managed to move aside and get out of the room. "I hope he understand's that I just wanted him to make me pasta..." he sighed and looked at the sharpie writing across his stomach that said 'I want pasta!'.