Hetalia: Just A Walk
Italy walked down the street humming a tune and petting the chubby light brown cat he held in his arms. "You're such a sweet cat," he smile and cuddled it.
Germany glanced over at Italy, the source of all of his worries and troubles. What on earth am I supposed to do with him? He wondered as they walked.
"Hey, Germany," Italy smiled broadly at his taller friend. "Why are you acting so serious?"
Germany stopped walking. "I always act this way."
Italy also stopped walking and looked back at his stern friend. "I guess you're right," he said in disappointment.
"Hmph." Germany continued walking and Italy just watched as he went by.
"You know, Germany," said Italy as he caught up to speed, "I have a great idea!"
"I don't want to hear it," Germany said plainly.
"Aw, come on," Italy got excited, "don't be such a wimpy meanie-face!"
"A WHAT?!" Germany got defensive. "I could say the same thing about you! Sort of…except…not the 'meanie'…forget it."
"I'll make pasta when we get back to your place," Italy said, "That's sure to make you warm and happy! It would make me warm and happy! Would it make you happy, kitty?" Italy snuggled the cat again.
"You eat too many carbohydrates," Germany mumbled as they turned down a dirt path and continued walking.
HETALIA
Japan was waiting alongside the white wood fence for his allies to show up. He had a basket in his hands.
"HEY, JAPAN!" Italy quickened his pace to meet him.
I wish he'd run that fast during training, Germany thought.
"Konnichiwa," Japan bowed, but moved aside quickly because Italy was about to crash into him. Italy crashed into the fence instead and the cat ran off into the field. "I don't do hugs remember?"
"Oh, no!" Italy cried. "She ran away!"
Germany had met up with them by now. "It's better for her this way," he said to Italy, "she deserves to be free (and not suffocated). Now come on, stop crying and be a man!"
Italy sniffed a few more times, then got up. His pout faded when he saw what Japan was holding. "What's in there? Food?" He started to drool.
"Uh," Japan began to speak. "Sort of."
"Cool!" said Italy. "Can I take a peak?"
Japan grew nervous. "Uh, no, I am sorry. It is a secret for now."
"Aw, come on," Italy taunted, "spill the beans and tell me what's inside."
Germany lifted Italy up by the collar of his jacket and said to his face, "No, is no."
Italy pouted again and became limp in Germany's grip, but as soon as Germany put him down, Italy grew happy again. "Come on, everyone!" he shouted, "Let's go to Germany's house for food!" Italy spread his arms out as if he was an airplane and went on down the path.
Germany shook his head and Japan stared blankly.
"Where does he get all of that energy?" Japan asked.
"Who knows?" asked Germany. "But I think we should hurry before he makes a mess in my house."
"Agreed." Japan and Germany started walking.
"By the way," asked Germany, "what is in the basket, Japan?"
Japan sensed the mood and refrained from speaking.
Yes, these three would stick together for a while…
THE END