Germany's Diary
Dear Diary,
Today Italy and myself were invited to come over to Japan's house for a visit. Italy was over excited as usual and even woke up early for the occasion; why can't he be so enthusiastic about training? He packed, and to be on the safe side I peeked at what he brought, only to be confronted with neatly packed supplies for cooking. Was that really all Italy thought about? I made a few adjustments, adding some clothes, a tooth brush and other essentials he forgot. Sometimes I feel more like a mother than a boyfriend to this man! Anyways, Japan was kind enough to send us a private plane for our travels which made me feel very grateful. Even if Japan wasn't very close to the two of us he always showed such polite manners, or perhaps he didn't want to me to be embarrassed by what Italy may do in public transportation. I'm just hopeful that he doesn't find his way into the cockpit, annoys the captain and gets us killed... But perhaps I'm too harsh, there are reasons I love Italy. Beyond his carelessness and his annoying disobedience he is...
"Germany what are you doing? Don't you want to look outside at the clouds? We're so high up ve~" Italy said, disrupting Germany's writing and peace of mind. Germany sighed and set his diary aside, a slight headache forming in the front of his head.
"Perhaps I wrote too soon," Germany thought as he watched Italy jump from seat to seat within the small plane. A small japanese woman with a food cart emerged from the cabin with an all too unhappy expression on her face.
"Please sir return to your seat, it is not safe to be moving about at this time," the woman said. Italy frowned a little, disappointed that his fun was interrupted but did as he was told. When he was seated back next to Germany he was reminded of the diary.
"Oh Germany! You never told me what you were writing? Were they super secret battle plans that Germany never lets Italy see ve?" Italy asked, bouncing up and down in his seat.
"Nein, and I have reasons for not telling you my battle plans, seeing as you would only find yourself in the arms of an enemy and tell zem everything!" Germany said, and then sighed, calming down, "It's a journal... I keep records of events and important things I wish to remember." Italy's mouth opened wide in a smile.
"Oh I understand! Like a diary," Italy said with realization. Germany blushed, it wasn't like a diary it was a diary, but he wasn't going to admit to that.
"Nein not a diary, a journal," Germany said strictly, not allowing himself to look weak to Italy, or giving him another secret for the Allies to find out. Italy gave this some thought.
"So could I have a journal too? I could write about all the food I ate!" Italy said, daydreaming about the delicious muffins he had for breakfast. This gave Germany a brilliant idea to distract Italy and get some relaxation.
"Ja I have an extra notebook in here, I was going to use it for taking notes on things with Japan, but I can get another one," Germany said, handing a new notebook to Italy.
"Perfetto! I will start writing right away!" Italy said cheerfully. He found a pencil in his pocket with a cute kitten design and admired each feline before setting to work.
Dear diary, I mean notebook!
Hello paper! Can you read this? I am writing in you! Ok! So today has been amazing! After waking up in Germany's bed I made some muffins for breakfast! I made Germany some sausages too! I think that made him super happy :D! Today we are going to Japan's house yay! We get to ride in a plane, we're so high up we're above the clouds! I want to go out and sleep on one of them they look so comfy! But Germany told me I couldn't D: wah! Now I remembered I'm hungry, ok arrivederci for now.
"Germany I'm hungry! Do we land soon? My butt hurts! I want some pasta," Italy said. Germany had to take a deep breath before setting down his novel and turning to Italy.
"We still have an hour, but they serve food on the plane," Germany said, "Oh miss, my friend would like something to eat, please keep in mind he's Italian." Italy smiled up at Germany, happy that he took such good care of him.
"Do you think they have pasta?" Italy asked hopefully, rubbing his stomach to try and sooth his hunger pains.
"I don't know, but if they don't I'll make up for it and give you something even better," Germany said, finding himself to be smiling. How did Italy do that? Even after being ungodly annoying Italy found a way to break through Germany's cold exterior and warm his heart.
"You will give something to me? Something better than pasta ve? What is it Germany, tell me!" Italy demanded. Italy continued his pleading and Germany finally gave in, shutting the man up with a peck on the lips.
"A kiss, I was going to give you a kiss," Germany said, a small blush forming on his cheeks. Although the two had been dating for some time Germany was still shy about physical displays of affection, and in public to be particular. It was rare for Germany to kiss Italy outside their homes.
A faint pink hue grew upon Italy's cheeks and he was speechless for a few moments. He was not expecting Germany to kiss him so his mind had to take time to process what had occurred. His lips tingled with the lingering feeling of Germany's kiss. It amazed him that Germany's lips could deliver such soft kisses and yet during training or after a failed mission would be used so harshly.
"Here's your food sir," the airline attendant said, presenting a plate with cheese, meat, crackers and assorted snacks that you find on a plane. Even though it wasn't pasta Italy thanked the woman and popped a piece of cheese in his mouth. Germany was glad that Italy wasn't complaining about the food selection. He smiled and gave Italy a kiss on the forehead.
"Now behave, I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we land," Germany said. Italy nodded, unable to anwser with his mouth filled with food. Germany sighed contently and did his best to get comfortable in his seat, and soon enough he drifted off.