This is a nonsense story that I am putting up to help me figure out how to put things up. I do not own Hetalia or the characters.
Germany was walking through the park pretending that he was walking through the park ALONE. Pretending that he was not being followed around by Italy's oh-so-annoying grandfather. Rome grabbed onto his arm.
"Isn't the sun nice today!" The supposed-to-be-dead empire beamed as he looked out over the snowy landscape.
"It is a bit bright." Germany grumbled.
"Aaaaah, but the sun is-a good for you... you pasty German!" Rome continued to beam, unaware of Germany's extreme irritation. Then he spotted them. The Squirrels. Rome pointed at them ecstatically as they ran through the park, chasing each other up and down trees. "LOOK! LOOK AT THE SQUIRRELS A-RUNNING UP AND A-DOWN THE TREES! They a-remind me of me!"
"Why, may I ask, do squirrels remind you of yourself?" Germany asked through gritted teeth.
"It a-reminds me of me and the ladies!" was Rome's exuberant reply. Germany just glared at him, a blank stare the only reply he had to such a statement. "That is a-how you get-a the ladies! You a-run up and down a-the trees! aaaaaaah those were the days..." Germany stared.
"... Run... up and down..."
"SI! You are a-big and a-strong, you must a-have MANY ladies a-chasing you! you must-a know what I am talking about!" Germany gritted his teeth once again.
"We have been through this. I don't have any ladies."
"Well then, you must a-climb a tree! that will a-bring a-the ladies! You will a-be ROLLING in ladies!" Germany blushed.
"I will NOT climb a tree."
"Aaaaaaaw, come on! Just a-climb a little tree? I a-promise it will a-work!" Germany glowered.
"Alright! I will prove you wrong!" He climbed up a little tree that was next to him and quickly climbed back down. "See? No ladi-" suddenly he was buried under a pile of ladies that apparently came out of nowhere.