AN: Yaaay~ Hetalia~ there was really no reason for this note…..
Hehe~ Oh well
Italy woke with joy filling his heart, as it does most of the time. He remained in bed until minutes from when he woke. He rolled out of bed and ran to the kitchen, where his brother Romano was waiting. There was a light wonderful smell floating in the air from the room next to the kitchen.
"Hey~ Romano~" Italy said, nearly floating around his brother.
"Morning Brother. Pizza is in the dinning room." He said directing the jolly Italian to the room. Italy walked to the door and took a big sniff of the air.
"Smells great Romano!" He said with his curl bouncing up and down.
"Thanks Italy…." The other mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the ground. He was lost in thought for a couple of seconds, only to snap back into reality when the door was closed. "Ugh….My head hurts…."
Italy ate half the pizza, expecting his brother to want the other half, but his brother never came out of the kitchen. Italy frowned waiting for minutes for Romano to come in. After what seemed forever, he called out to his brother.
"Romano! Are you coming to eat?" He asked from the dining room.
"No." A strict voice sounded from the kitchen.
Italy felt his heart sink as the answer passed through his ears. He sighed and ran back into his room, putting on clean pants and a shirt. He zoomed to the front door and put on his shoes.
"I'm going to Germany's!" He shouted. Romano walked in the room and crossed his arms.
"Why do you like that bast-" He was cut off by the door being closed as Italy exited the house. Romano sighed and turned back around. "I need to think things through…."
Italy ran down a long wide field to get to Germany's, and like he usually does, he whistled and sang. But his singing was interrupted by a small meow. Italy looked down to where the sound was coming from. A small brown cat with a curl like Italy's was purring at his feet. Italy smiled and picked up the cat.
"Vee~ Such a cute kitty~" He said as he walked the rest of the way to Germany's, not wanting to harm the cat by bouncing to much.
Italy saw Germany working out behind his house. Italy stared for awhile from a distance, not wanting to scare him. Not like Germany was ever scared. Germany didn't seem to notice the Italian as he started doing sit ups. Italy felt his face heat up and his curl changed to a heart. He stared at the muscled man and admired his face and body. Germany got up from doing sit ups and saw Italy.
"Good afternoon Italy!" He shouted, jogging over to the Italian. Italy smiled wide and giggled.
"Chao Germany~" Italy said gleefully.
"What is with your curl?" Germany asked pointing at the random strand of hair poking out of italy's head.
"Oh. Er, it does that when im around my bestest friends!" He lied.
The german just stared at it for a bit and smiled lightly.
"Thanks Italy." He said as he grabbed Italy's hand. "Follow me. I found an Italian recipe that I wanted to try and make. But I need your help."
Italy followed Germany and giggled. "Oh. Ok~"
Romano sat sad and alone on the couch, bored to death. He turned off the Tv and his frown deepened. Suddenly, a knock at the door brought a little lift to his heart. He got up and opened it, to see Spain.
"What do you want?" Romano said looking around to make sure no one else was around.
"I wanted to visit, and I brought a gift." Spain said holding a bunch of roses. Spain walked inside and closed the door, locking it, and leaned down to Romano's face.
"You are so cute~" He said giving him a huge wet kiss on Romano's lips.