Pillow Fight
Germany sat by his desk looking over documents. The phone rang and Germany sighed in annoyance. He had a feeling who it would be. He looked down at his wrist watch and saw that it was about 10 pm. He picked up the phone and it made a blurring sound on the other side. He heard shouts.
"Italy, ist zat you?" Germany asked as he put a hand over his face.
"Germany! Germany! It's Roma- Ouch! Help me!" Italy cried on the other side as another blur hit the phone.
"This is what you get for trying to sleep with me, Stupid'e! Hang that phone up!" Came Romano's angry voice, "We don't need that German coming over here!"
"No, Romano! Help me! Help-" Italy's voice was blocked as the phone hung up. Germany was worried. What was up with all the blurring? Was Romano attacking Italy? Germany was worried and grabbed his gun. He didn't load it with bullets because his figured Romano would phase at seeing a gun pointed at him. Italy would be free to walk away. He was hoping it was a misunderstanding and the brothers would make up instead of bloodshed.
"Italy, don't vorry. I'm coming," he said.
Germany burst down the brothers' bedroom door, his gun at the ready.
"Italy, are you alright?! Vhat happened?!" he screamed. He froze where he saw the brothers. Italy was shielding himself. He held a pillow in his left hand. Romano stared in shock at Germany, then the gun. He had a pillow as well. It was raised above his head, and he was pointing toward his brother. Italy smiled at Germany.
"Oh, hi, Germany! I was a'wondering when you would get here. You want to play 'pillow fight' with me and Romano?" he asked. But then he noticed Germany's gun was pointed at Romano. Italy shrieked and stood in the way of Germany's gun.
"No, Germany! Please!"
"Veniciono, has your German gone crazy or something?!" Romano panicked. Germany lowered his gun and sighed in annoyance.
"It vas just a game? Sorry, Italy. I thought Romano was going to kill you," he said. Romano glared.
"Why would I do that, eh?!" he shouted. Italy smiled.
"Oh, okay! It'sa okay, Romano. Germany just had a misunderstanding," he said. Romano frowned. He didn't seem too convinced.
"So ze blurs on ze phone vas just a pillow hitting it, ja?" Germany asked. Italy nodded.
"Si, sorry 'bout that," the Italian smiled. Romano was still shivering.
"Okay, okay. It's'a over. Take that thing away from me!" he said. Germany put up his gun.
"If zat ist all zen," Germany said as he turned to leave. Italy pulled him back.
"Wait, Germany. Want to play with us?"
"Nein, I'm very busy," he said, shaking his head. Italy hung his head.
"Oh."
"We were just going to bed anyway," Romano butted in.
"Very good. Guten nacht," Germany said, nodding goodnight at the brothers. Italy waved good night.
"Night, Germany!" he squealed. Germany left and Romano shut off the light. He glared at Italy.
"Stupido," he said. Then he turned on his side away from Italy.
"What did I do wrong?" Italy wined.