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Summary: CRASH! Germany immediately stopped working and got up frantically, rushing to find the cause of the destructive-sounding noise.
CRASH!
Germany immediately stopped working and got up frantically, rushing to find the cause of the destructive-sounding noise. He ran into the kitchen, and soon found it, along with a little Italian sprawled on the kitchen floor with numerous raw pasta ingredients all over him. Italy looked up, a guilty expression crossing his adorable features. The German sighed, as this wasn't the first time this had happened.
"Doitsu? I'm so sorry I didn't mean to itwasanaccident!" Italy rambled as he got to his feet, causing the mess to fall on Germany's nicely polished floor-tiles.
"Italy…" Germany began, but Italy interrupted him, grabbing a cloth.
"Look, see? I'm cleaning it up! There's nothing for you to worry about, Doitsu!" Italy quickly rubbed the cloth on the tiles, making it worse.
Germany mentally face-palmed, as Italy had not seemed to notice that the cloth he'd used also had pasta ingredients all over it, and so all the Italian was doing was adding to the mess.
Still, his attempt at making things better was adorable, and although Germany would never admit it, it almost made him smile. Germany couldn't help but notice the way Italy's curl bobbed up and down as he was frantically cleaning, adding to the 'cute' effect. At that moment, Germany wanted nothing more than to seize the little Italian in his arms – but there was a mess in his perfectly spotless kitchen!
His brother and many others have accused him of being a neat-freak, but really, what was wrong with having a nice, clean house?
The German knelt down beside Italy, taking the cloth from his little hands and rinsing it in the sink, before properly cleaning the tiles. Italy just sat there guiltily, a cute blush forming on his cheeks as he folded his hands in his lap and watched the German clean up the mess he made. When he was little, the Italian was very good at cleaning, for that was what he did at Mr. Austria's house, but he panicked when the saw Germany and just didn't think.
Now I look like an idiot, and Germany looks annoyed. Or was that his normal face? He has such a strong-looking face; it can be mean but caring as well, especially when he looks at me.
Italy smiled at the thought, knowing that Germany was extra-careful when it came to him.
"Why on earth are you smiling, Italy? Don't think this gets you out of all the cleaning!" Italy snapped out of it to see Germany with his usual frown on his face.
What if I could make that frown disappear? Italy thought. The thought surprised him a little, and before he knew it he was leaning towards the German.
Germany frowned in suspicion, but before he could object, Italy's lips were pressed against his own. The German's eyes widened, before fluttering shut and letting Italy deepen the kiss. He wrapped strong arms around Italy's waist and the Italian did the same, wrapping his small arms around Germany's neck, pulling him closer.
They finally pulled back for air, a blush dusting both of their cheeks. Italy let out a small, contented "Ve~", and rested his head in Germany's lap.
"I've wanted to do that for a while…" He whispered, causing the blush to darken on Germany.
He didn't really know how to reply to that, but secretly he had to agree with the little Italian. And…he wouldn't mind doing that again…maybe.
He smiled slightly, before placing a hand under the Italian's chin and kissing him tenderly.
Oh, the joys of making pasta…
A/N: yeah…another short one…sorry about that. But…I hope it was still enjoyable! Please let me know by reviewing! They're always appreciated and make my day! ^,^