Where Do Bambinos Come from?
Germany was reading the newspaper one morning, when an all-too-annoying Italian came up. He started waving his hands around, trying to get the German's attention.
"Germany! I'a have a question! A question!" he said. At last Germany sighed and looked up at him.
"Vhat do vant?" he said, trying to not sound annoyed by his little friend's squealing. Italy opened his mouth to speak, but then a moment later he went into a thinking mood. Then Italy smiled and made a 'now I remember' gesture with his hands.
"Oh yeah! Um...where do bambinos come from?" he asked him. Germany stared at him a moment. He wasn't sure if Italy was playing or if he was serious about the question. After all, Italy was as old as Germany. So Germany figured Italy knew the answer.
"Didn't your vaddi {father}tell you?" he asked. Italy shook his head.
"No. I'a was separated from my parents, remember?" he said.
"Oh...ja," Germany said, remembering how Roman Empire took Italy and grew up with him. Then he was taken over by Austria.
"Vell, vhat about Roman Empire or Austria?"
"Nobody told me," Italy said. Germany cleared his throat, feeling more awkward by the moment.
"Vell, Zhey...zhey. Come from...God...ja," he said.
"How?" The Italian smiled. Germany was really caught now. How could he tell Italy where babies came from without freaking him out?
"Vell...Vhen a man und a voman," Germany started. Italy stared at him with big eager eyes, "Vhy do you vant to know anyvay?"
"There is'a this cute bella trying to ask me out. Romano knows, but he won't tell me!"
"Vhat?! You're already thinking about kids?! Take it slow...Romano probably doesn't know either, he just vants to act older zan you," Germany advised. Italy nodded.
"Si, he'sa good at that. But I'a want to know so I can understand later," Italy said. Germany swallowed.
"Oh...vell, you're know vhen ze time ist right," Germany said. Italy pouted.
"But Germany! I'a want to know! Wahhhhhh!" he wined. Germany sighed.
"It's nozing," Germany blushed. Then they heard a bell from the kitchen ding. Italy smiled and his tears were instantly gone.
"Oh, the pasta's ready!" He skipped to the kitchen. Germany sighed a relief as Italy disappeared into the kitchen.
"Saved by ze bell. I thought I vould never get avay from him," Germany said.
The end.