KISS THE COOK
An
Axis Powers Hetalia fic
GermanyItaly
(:
Italy couldn't help but love Germany. Everything, from his perfectly styled, slicked back hair, to the army boots with numerous clasp he wore constantly. Even when he was yelling, Italy felt love pound in his chest, loud and strong in contrast to his personality. And whenever Germany became disappointed with him, it was like the world was falling apart. That's why…
"I made you something yummy to eat, Germany!!" Italy, beaming, set a covered plate before the wary-looking commander.
"…is it pasta?"
"No, of course not!" he grinned, and flung off the cover with a flourish. Germany stared down at it a moment, then back up at Italy, who was waiting excitedly for approval.
"This isn't wurst."
"Y-yes it is!!" Italy scrambled for reason, drawing up a very violent blank. "At least…it was…" he finished lamely.
Germany frowned, then sighed heavily, pulling down his hat to cover his eyes. "Well…thanks, anyway, Italy. I…appreciate it." He blushed slightly, and reluctantly dug the fork set aside into the bowl of faintly steaming noodles.
Italy squealed.
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The plate of wurst on the counter stared at Japan mockingly.
"CULTURE SHOCK."
He paled, and began backing away very…very…slowly.
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Dedicated to Shugo for getting me into this crap.
LOVE.