If Italy was a girl...
One night it was cold and rainy Germany knew that Italy was afraid of the rain. "I wonder how Italy is doing. I feel bad now for telling him to not talk to me ever again." The day before that Italy had "cleaned" Germany's room but just made it didnt mean to Italy thought he had helped Germany because he was always complaining about his room being messy. "L-Look Germany!" Italy said showing how he "cleaned" Germany's room. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Germany said angerly grabing Italy's arm tightly. "I-I just tried to clean i thought you would like it..." he said almost about to cry. Germany looked around he saw the mission plans taped to the walls out of order. "GET OUT OF HERE AND NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!" Germany said while pushing Italy. Italy had ran out of the door crying because of Germany's action.
Germany had looked at Italy's shirt he had left from staying the had grabed the shirt and cried into it because of the fear of not knowing where... well,... I guess his best friend. Yes Germany had finally realized that Italy was his best friend. Then Germany's phone had rung he rushed to answer it hopeing it was it was a random number "H-Hello?" he said trying to hide the fact he was crying "WE HAVE HIM." the man said in a deep voice. Germany had herd Italy's faint crying in the background.
"W-Who is this?" Germany said almost back in tears. "COME GET HIM UNLESS YOU ARE AFRAID OR IF U TRULY NEVER WANT TO TALK TO HIM." the man said. "OR WE WILL KILL HIM IF YOU DON'T COME IN 2 DAYS WITH 10,000." "W-Where am I supposed to get all that money?" he said worried. "THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM NOT MINE."
Germany had gone running out the door grabing his jacket and his car keys. He was going to the loan shop. "Closed." He read the sign in sorrow "I-I'm just a minute late and they don't open till tommarrow.". He started to run back home to get all of his stuff to pawn. Then he stoped. He looked up at the sky and thought. (I'll make the next chapter when i get the chance)