AN: My first Hetalia fan fic I have ever done! I'm nervous now! Hold me! TwT

Chapters might be based on Funimation's English Dubbing on Hetalia, so if you are not a fan of the dub, you might want to skip out on certain parts.

I do not own Hetalia. FUNimation Entertainment owns them. And they do a pretty good job at it!

Comments, criticism would be really nice!

Days in Axis were almost considered normal. Almost. Italy would always try to skip out from training, Germany would drag him back as Japan occupies himself with a stray cat, and the training would commence once everyone is together. The rest of the day was almost perfect, except for the fact that the Italian thought that Britain was after him again and ran off. The German was very lucky he didn't go too far like last time since he found the wimp eating some ice cream. Getting him back to their daily schedule isn't hard if you do your best to ignore his cries for help if you start to drag him by the collar.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! I'm sorry Germany! But the ice cream tastes really good! It almost looked like spaghetti! Can I just go back there and get the recipe? Pretty please with pasta sauce on top?" the Italian begged.

"You will after you have finished your training! How many times do I have to tell you that Britain is not after you!" the German yelled back.

"I-I thought he was! But I guess it was just my shadow! Ha ha!" he laughed. The blond groaned and shook his head. He would only wish for Italy to toughen up and try to act smart.

After getting everyone back together once more, the training began once more until it was all done. Around 3 o' clock in the afternoon was the time when Italy took his usual siestas. His clothes were scattered everywhere. Germany had been aware of this after many observations. It was his job to even fold his clothes in a proper and orderly fashion. He would also wish for Italy to be neat and organized.

Night begins to fall and it's off to bed for everyone. The German was laying on his own, staring at the ceiling for a while. Beside him is the Italian friend that had always managed to get in the sheets. It wouldn't matter if he locked the windows, doors, or even set up guard dogs to protect his room. Italy would somehow managed to sneak in without a warning to sleep with his best friend. Germany would only wish to have some time by himself.

Wish. Wish is all he can do. Trying to teach Italy would be as easy as teaching France how to win a battle. And that's saying a lot. But what else could he do? Germany sighed to himself. He looked at the clock beside him. It was 11:10 PM. "How long was I awake?" he thought to himself. The guy had too much to focus on with his life. Work, war, and Italy. How he would even get a peaceful sleep once in a while is rare. The man tried to calm himself down to get some rest.

Germany looked at the clock again. It was 11:11 PM. It was then he remembered something that Italy once said. "If you make a wish at 11:11, it will come true! It's about as magical as the stars!" He didn't believe in magic. Such things like that don't even exist. But...would it be any different if the guy tried? The German sighed. He couldn't believe himself as he closed his eyes. "I wish Italy would not be such a coward."

"I wish Italy would be more organized."

"I wish Italy would just leave me alone for once."

Germany would have wished for more, but ended up falling asleep on the last wish. The time was now 11:12 PM.

AN: Short chapter be short! I hope that the rest would be a bit longer! Comments, critiques, and reviews would be nice! I use them on my pasta! It tastes really good! Try it yourself!

Hasta la Pasta!