"What the hell happened in here?!" Germany yelled at Italy when he saw that half of the house was in such a mess, that only god himself could clean up. "ve~ I'm so sorry Germany! Please don't hurt me!" The Italian boy begged for mercy from the German. "Fine, just tell me what happened." Germany waited for and explanation from Italy.
The Italian looked at the German with open eyes now, Germany was a little worried now, usually Italy has his eyes closed, but when they're open that means trouble. "Italy, what's wrong?" Italy looked at Germany, wondering if he should tell him what happened here. "Germany, do you think I'm crazy?" Germany was surprised to hear such a question, and from Italy at that. "No. why would yo-" " BECAUSE A GHOST DID THIS!"
There were a few seconds of silence and then Germany started to laugh. When he finally finished he said "Ghosts. Italy, there aren't any ghosts. They do not exist, maybe the Allies played a trick on you or something." Germany went on talking about how ghosts aren't real and how stupid of someone that believes in that kind of gibberish. "You lied…" Italy whispered. "Hm? Did you say something Italy?" "no…Ludwig." The use of his human name got to him a little, and he really started to think that maybe Italy IS crazy. "Italy, look at me." He did, his eyes were starting to water and his usual smile, upside-down. " I believe you, but you should understand that none of that kind of stuff is real. Maybe you didn't know, but the dead should stay dead." Italy's eyes grew wide and he started to cry, putting his face in his hands. 'does that mean I'll never see HIM again?' Germany was just about to hug him until a fucking GHOST appeared right in front of him.
Germany, fell on his back and crawled to the nearest wall. Italy snapped from his state, and rushed to help Germany. He took a metal bar and sliced the ghost in half and it disappeared. Germany was so scared, he was still in shock, trying to process what had just occurred . 'what just happened here?!' Italy giggled, "ve~ I told you!" Germany stood up and cleaned the back of his jeans. "Well, that was an experience…lets get out of here." Germany half ordered half requested. "ve~! I agree."
The two walked to Germany's house, where they made themselves a cup of coffee. "So, are you going to tell me hoe ghosts attacked your house?" Germany finally asked, breaking the awkward silence that was in the house. "England decided to play a 'prank' on me." He finished the sentence with a big dumb smile. "Say, why were you crying back there? I mean, I know I was a bit harsh, but…" Germany noticed that Italy was drifting in his imagination again. Germany sighed with a smile. "Are you listening?" Italy turned his head when Germany called.
"yes… I was just thinking about it~" It was starting to get interesting by this point, so Germany out of curiosity asked him again. "well, you said that 'the dead should stay dead', right? Right. So that would mean your existence is impossible." 'mein gott, maybe he is crazy' Germany cleared his throat and was about to give Germany a lecture about how dumb that sounds, when he decided not to, for Italy's sake. "Feliciano, you're one heck of a guy…" Italy giggled, "oh, by the way, I thought you were more of a dog person." Germany was confused again, "I am." Italy chuckled, "Then why were you such a pussy back there?" And he began to laugh. 'seriously?' "ITALYYY!" But Italy was already up and running through Germany's house saying "ve~ ve~" without a care in the world.
