A/N: Well Mizu, here you tis. Even though class is being recorded today, I am powering through and writing this and if you think about it, Hetalia is social studies. Now, to my thousands of fans. This is a pretty dark fic with a self-harming Italy. There may or may not be some yaoi somewhere along the way. But I promise there will be super fluff! There will also be caps lock and foreign languages. If any of this bothers you, please don't read my fic and no flames. Now…onto le story!
Italy was currently kneeling on the kitchen counter browsing the cupboards for some pasta. Prussia and France had taken Germany to the bar to celebrate the down fall of his boss. Italy wanted to put together a special dinner. He was reaching towards the back of the cupboard for a particularly special pasta when he heard the door slam.
"Italien!" Italy was startled by the door and the shout from the angry sounding German and managed to fall off the counter.
"Ve~! Doitsu! You're back early!" the Italian exclaimed cheerfully as he got up.
"Yes, of course I am! France got us kicked out of another bar. Were you cooking?"
"Well, actually, I was about to make some pasta before you got back!"
"Pasta?" this time, Italy cringed at Germany's tone. "Is that all you can make? Mein Gott! Pathetic Italian!" Germany had stopped shouting long enough to see Italy crying. He slapped Italy hard enough to make his head hit the counter. This earned more crying. "Why are you crying?"
"D-doitsu…you started yelling…and you hit me…you never act like this…"
"Maybe I should start and get you to act more like a respectable soldier." There was silence between the two other than Italy's quiet sobs.
"Alright…I'll make wurst for dinner then," Italy said as he got up and walked to the fridge, tears still falling.
"Gut." Germany swayed as he left the kitchen. It all made sense to Italy why he was being so violent. He was drunk out of his mind. It was just another place that the two were polar opposites; Germany was more aggressive when he was drunk while Italy would become the horniest person you ever met.
Italy put a pot of water on the stove to boil and added some of Germany's favorite spices to it as well. As the water was heating up, Italy took all of Germany's beer out of the fridge and hid it in the dresser in his scarcely used bedroom. The water was just starting to boil as he got back into the kitchen so he unwrapped the wurst and put it in the water.
"I should probably make a side dish too," Italy thought aloud to himself. He went into the fridge to see if there were any potatoes. Nope. He checked all of the cupboards. For once, they were completely out of potatoes. Italy couldn't go to the store with the stove on and was much too shaken up to ask Germany. He knew exactly who to call.
A/N: Well, how was the first chapter? I know it's a little short, but I had my friend chose between short chapters and long chapters. Short attention span makes for short chapters. Please review (and favorite if you really liked it) and I'll try to update as fast as I can!