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Feliciano stared blankly at the document before him. "Germany, what does this mean?" He asked his voice wavering slightly, eyes so focused on the paper that the room around him was a black blur.
"It means, Italia, that you will be living with me for the next year or so until Romano is no longer angry with you."
"Doitsu, why is Romano angry with me?" Italy looked up tears leaking from his big liquid gold eyes. Germany folded his muscular arms and glared at the small country before him his bluest blue of eyes as hard as diamonds.
"Because, Italia," he explained exasperated, "not only did you decide to go through his room and eat whatever halloween candy he had left, but you stole his secret stash of tomatoes to make pasta that he was not in the mood to eat." In Germany's oppinion the whole fight was pointless. All Italia had to do was buy Romano more tomatoes and candy, but apparently to the two italians it meant much more than that because Feli began to cry.
"It wasn't my fault, Doitsu! They were so ripe and beautiful, and when I saw them it reminded me of the time the two of us met in the woods oh so long ago when you saw me and thought I was a tomatoe fairy, then pointed a very big gun at me and I cried, and it was so scary yet happy a memory! And when I thought of that all I could do was remember all the training sessions we had with Japan, and all the wonderfully delicious dinners we had, and all the amazing things that you and I have done! That's why I made the pasta!" Italy's words were barely recognizable as they spun out of his mouth so fast that Germany couldn't even tell when one began and the other ended.
"I don't really understand this situation, Italia." Germany grabbed the shaking country's shoulders and tried to make him stop crying and waving his arms about like a dying bird.
"Doitsu!~" Italy bawled clutching the germans neatly pressed military jacket. Ludwig was not all too pleased to have to spend who knows how long with the annoying Italian, but Italy was his friend, and he couldn't leave him in the hands of other countries, especially France.
"I can not hug you for very long, Italia, I have paper vork to do." Feli loved the way that the huge country's w's came out v's. Germany felt awkward as he stiffly accepted the smaller man's embrace. Finally when he was at his wits end he gently pushed the other country away. "Now go away." He ordered stiffly. Feli sniffed rubbing some new tears out of his warm gaze, and headed towards the door of Germany's study, deportation paper still clutched tightly in his fist.
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The sweet smell of pasta wafted up from the kitchen. It sang through the hallways, danced in the curtains, and finally spun right under the large oak door leading to Ludwig's study. He inhaled and sighed for a moment before ignoring the aching in his stomach to turn back to his paperwork. He had a lot of things to fill out concerning the departure of his little Italian friend from the Vargas household, and he thought it was much more of a pain than it should have been. Wasn't he doing Romano a favor by taking the young country away? If so, then why was there so much damn paperwork?
There came a quiet tapping on the door and Germany put down his pen.
"Germany, I made you some pasta!" A cheerful voice said through the four inch door designed specifically to keep unwanted countries out.
"That's nice, Italia."
"Do you want me to bring it in?" His sweet accent warmed up the room more than the smell of alfredo.
"Maybe later, Italia."
"But aren't you hungry, Doitsu? You've been working so hard." It was obvious the small country was not going to give up so Germany just sighed and yelled.
"Ja, just bring it in, Italia." The door creaked open and the little man entered. He wasn't little in stature, no, he was little in courage. The man would go running at the sight of a water gun. He beamed his smile brighter than the sunlight leaking through the curtains behind Germany's desk.
"I made it just for you!" He exclaimed hopping over to the hard mahogany surface like a rabbit on caffiene. His azure blue suit was bright compared to the dull colors of the German's room.
"Put it down over here." Germany ordered gesturing to the only empty spot on his desk. The Italian set it down gingerly, even reverently, then hopped around behind the tall muscular man. He kissed the top of the blond man's head and Germany flinched turning back in surprise.
"Vhat are you doing, Italia?" He asked in alarm.
"My momma always told me that kisses make everything better!" He exclaimed.
"Vell I am not sick, so do not go around kissing me."
"But you looked so angry, Germany!" The little country giggled and kissed his head again. Germany fumed his face turning a light shade of red.
"Out!" He ordered pointing towards the door.
"But, I so love kissing! Romano lets me kiss him on his head-"
"Italia, I said to get out!"
"But-" The little Italian was caught off guard when Ludwig stood ubruptly and yelled pointing at the door.
"GET OUT!" Feli cowered and in less than a second was gone. Germany sighed and sat back down head in his hands. The little country always knew exactly how to push his buttons. The room still smelled of pasta and Germany sighed again reaching for the bowl of it. He began to eat and was immediatley filled with the wonderful warmth Italy's cooking gave him. Why does such a good cook have to be so annoying? Germany thought finishing up the bowl. He set it down and began on his paperwork again, meanwhile Feliciano was downstairs crying to Kumajiro.
"I don't understand why this is happening to me!" He wailed hugging the polar bear tight. Canada was no where in sight, as usual, and Feliciano needed someone to talk to. Canada, Kumajiro, and England were over at Germany's house too. Their houses were currently occupied by America's new project entitled 'prove that hamburgers are the best food ever by forcing all of my siblings to be trapped alone with them for days, therefore proving that I'm the hero!' No one got his logic, and the only reason that England was not over at some other countries house was that the other countries were currently mad at him over his Christmas gifts to them (scones) He hadn't sent one to Germany because his post office had told him that it cost fifty cents more to send it there and he decided to just make it for Germany on well, Christmas, instead of sending it three months early.
"All I did was kiss Germany's head and he kicked me out!" Italy cried into the soft polar bear fur and Canada watched from a distance.
"Maybe it's because he's shy." Canada interjected. Italy looked up to see the pale face of his friend. He let go of Kumajiro and ran over to Canada giving him a warm embrace.
"Maybe you're right! Maybe Germany doesn't hate me!"
"Of course he doesn't hate you." Canada's voice was quiet, as usual, and he looked sincere with those deep indigo eyes staring into Feli's own gold ones.
"I love you so much, Canada!" Feli exclaimed hugging the shy country even tighter. Canada blushed and shyly hugged Italy back.
"I love you too, Italy."
"Can I kiss you, Canada?" Italy asked hopefully. If there were five things Italy loved in the world they were, one: Pasta two: Kissing three: Germany four: Romano, and five: Pasta. Canada was taken a back.
"S-sure, if you really want to Italy." He said awkwardly. Italy beamed and was about to kiss Canada when Germany plucked him away from the other blond country.
"Vhat are you doing, Italia?" He asked voice hard.
"I was going to kiss Canada, since you wouldn't let me kiss you." Germany glared angrily at the small kiss-loving country.
"Ve do not kiss those we don't have a relationship vith." He said slowly so the little Italian would understand.
"In Italy-"
"Ve are not in Italy." Feli's eyes filled with tears. The large hansome blond man put him down and placed two large hands on his shoulders. Canada slowly inched away and down the hallway with Kumajiro in tow. Neither the angry German, or the depressed Italian noticed.
"All I wanted was a kiss!" Feli wailed rubbing his eyes of the tears clearly flowing there.
"Italia." Germany squeezed the frail man's shoulders. He looked through tear filled golden eyes into Germany's bluest blue ones. "I vill kiss you once a day if you promise to be good, leave me alone vhen I'm doing my papervork, and not to kiss the other countries."
"Really?!" Italy asked voice zipping with excitement. Ludwig looked anywhere but the handsome little man's face, his gaze trailing across beige leather couches and German flags hanging on the walls. He tried to ignore the slight pink staining his cheeks.
"Ja." He gulped and the little man embraced him warmly. Ludwig pushed him away. "I said I vould kiss you, not hug you."
"You are the nicest country I know!" Feli exclaimed jumping up and down with excitement. Germany sighed giving in to his stupid promise made on a moments notice. What in the world would Italy get him to do next?
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