Watching clouds drift past was relaxing, especially when Italy was panicking. With his shirt tossed casually off to the side, sun beat down on his bare skin. The land of sun, indeed. Now, if he had a dish of pasta and if he were allowed to sing without being heard...
There - that one was shaped like a pair of panties! He reminisced, still staring up into the pretty blue sky. The thought started to make Italy sad, attacked by memories he tried to tuck away in the corner of his mind. A gift for Holy Roman Empire, who was now gone... These memories always came everyday...
He always seemed to lose those he was close to. Was he in danger of losing Germany, too? Especially after this morning's training... where Italy had accidentally thrown a grenade at Germany, and Germany sorta went boom... but Germany was okay. He was just really upset with Italy, had to rest in bed, and had a little bump on his head.
Italy had made sure that Germany was okay, of course. Pasta solved everything - and it was good pasta Italy had taken time to perfect, so Germany would be okay.
The thing in danger was their friendship.
Italy got misty eyes, trying to keep his eyes aimed at the sun, but his eyes just stung even more.
At that moment, one of Germany's dogs came panting up to Italy, and gave him an affectionate lick on the face.
Italy smiled, and laughed, and stared into the dogs' dark but trustworthy eyes. "You'll be my frienda ifa Germany isn't my frienda anymore, right?"
They both looked up into the azure sky.
AN: I felt really dirty after writing Tea, so I decided to clean it up with a nice, short and cute fanfiction.