Italy awoke from the sound of a lawnmower, his neighbor's lawnmower. Italy sighed and slowly got up from his bed to look out the window. He walked across the room almost tripping over last night's pasta bowl. He gasped at the sight of his neighbor with his shirt off. Germany sometimes was a hard person to live next to but he was so sexy. Italy gazed at Germany drinking water and a little spilling onto him. He set the water down and looked up at Italy's window with Italy in it scrutinizing at him. Germany smirked and waved at the young lad and went back to mowing. Italy stood there wide eyed and thought.

Did he just see me staring at his body? Oh shit. This is bad. Very bad.

"Feliciano! Get down you little culo down here right now! It's one in the afternoon!"

"Yes mamma."

Merda merda merda! Germany probably thinks I'm a freak.

Italy walked down the stairs taking his own sweet time. He stopped with a crazy look on his face, he smelt something oh so very delicious.

"PASTAAAA!"

He ran into the kitchen just in a pair of blue Calcio underwear. His mother pointed at them and shook her head no.

"Put something on, I don't want to eat pasta while looking at you undies."

"Yes mamma."

Italy turned around and trudged his way over to the stairs and walked up. He got back into his room and looked toward the window he didn't hear the lawn mower any more so he walked over. He looked out searching for Germany. No sign. He turned away and picked out a pair of brown baggy cargo shorts a striped Benetton shirt. Can't forget the white beanie. He sprinted down the stairs and into the kitchen, almost knocking over his mother. She looked at him with a disapproval look.

"There is a stain on those shorts."

"Mamma please, I just want some pasta."

"Fine, but your changing right after a bowl of pasta."

"Thanks mamma!" he said kissing her on the cheek.

He fixed himself a bowl and walked into the living room he sat down on the couch and turned the television on. He didn't bother change the channel his mother's soap opera was playing, Young and The Restless.

"Figlio I didn't know you liked my soap opera."

"I don't, I just want to eat my pasta!"

"I figured."

Just then there was a knock at the door, I looked toward the door then to mamma then to pasta.

"I'll get it."

She got up and answered the door. I over heard a deep voice, with an accent. It was the one person I didn't want to see. Germany. My mother let him in as he walked passed her they both smiled at each other, my mother was playing with her hair. Was she flirting? With my man!

"Hallo." He smiled.

"Hi." I croaked

I felt myself blushing, my throat was so dry I couldn't even finish my pasta. I walked passed Ludwig and my mother and went into the kitchen. I threw my bowl into the sink, I didn't bother wash it out.

That bitch! She's flirting with my teenage love! I hate her!

I creped over to the kitchen door that leads into the living room. I strained my neck to hear their conversation.

"So have you told him yet?"

"No I haven't."

"Do you vish for me to be there?"

"No. I can do it."

Tell me what? I wanted to know, but I couldn't ask her she would know something was up. Or maybe that I loved Germany. I loudly walked across the kitchen and back letting them know I was coming back out. I walked passed them smiled at Ludwig. Not mamma. I stomped my way up the stairs sending my mom a sign that I was pissed. I slammed my door shut and kicked the bowl i previously tripped over.

"Fuck her." I said to myself.

My cell phone rang, it was a shitty ring tone. I looked at who was calling, I smiled and answered.

"Pastaaaa!" I said forgetting my anger for now.

"Kon'nichiwa."

"Hey hey Kiku!"

"Can you hang out Feliciano?"

"I'll have to ask my mamma."

My face dropped.

"Yeah I'll go ask her right now, I'll call you back later."

"Okay."

I hung up and put my phone down I walked down stair's as quietly as I could. I heard giggling my mother and Germany. My mom was putting her hands all over him.

"FUCK YOU!"

My mom and Ludwig turned their heads toward me. She gave me the look that means "Go to your room right now I'll deal with you later." I shot back up stairs.

"I'm so sorry about that Ludwig."

"Vhat? Don't be teenagers can be like that. I must go finish the lawn, I'll ring."

He walked out the door and left my mother sitting there, pissed at her son.

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