Germany and Italy sat together on the small bench near the track where they trained, slowly eating their lunch. Germany dined on sausages while Italy slurped up spaghetti, getting pasta sauce on his chin. Germany took a napkin and rubbed his chin, getting it all off, tutting to himself about the situation. "Italy, please learn how to eat neatly." He requested quietly, and Italy squealed in agreement. "Si si! I promise Germany!" He giggled and the two of them returned to eating, exchanging friendly chatter every now and then. Germany pulled down his sleeve and checked his watch. "Italy, it's time to get back to training." He said, pushing his food to the side and standing up. Italy whined, bouncing on his butt in the seat. "But Gerrmaaanyyy! I didn't finish!" Germany groaned and rubbed his temples.
"Ja ja.. Alright, take my food and your food and wrap them up." Italy jumped up, grabbing the two paper plates. "Grazie Germany!" he smiled and ran off. He vanished for a few minutes, before Germany went to look for him, worried. "Italy, what's taking so—" Italy was in the kitchen. He had taken the pasta and the sausages and mixed the two together, and was about to cover it with tin foil. Immediately, Germany sprung into action. "ITALY NEIN!" he lept forward and yanks the tin foil from his hands. "One does NOT use tin fwoil to cover a plate full of sausages!" Italy stared at him, unmoving. "You should use plastic wrap to cover these things." He got flustered then and smacked the tin foil down, before walking off to find the plastic wrap. Italy licked his lips. "Germany.. say tin foil." Germany frowned, preoccupied by his search for plastic wrap. "Fine, tin fwoil." Italy smiled. "Again!"
"Tin fwoil!"
"No no~ Germany, say Tin foil!"
"Italy…." He grit his teeth! "TIN FWOIL!" he roared like a vicious lion. Italy grabbed his stomach, doubling over in silent laughter. Germany returned with the plastic wrap and gave the Italian a glare. "Like this Italy." He covered the plate with the plastic wrap and placed it in the fridge. "Italy, why don't you stop laughing?" he was staring directly at the Italy who was leaning on the counter for support. Italy spun, wiping tears from his eyes and shook his head. "I wasn't laughing at Germany! I was laughing at… Uhh.. at the toaster! It's such a fun shape!" He laughed nervously. Germany groaned in German, before grabbing Italy's arm. "Come now, we have to resume training." Italy walked with him, still chuckling, and the two of them returned jogging.
