Idon't: *whimpers* It's storming.
Missouri: *in a bad mood* Shut it!
Idon't: I'm writing this is a storm, warning, it's fluffy goodness.
Another clap of thunder and Italy jumped up out of his bed. He was in Italy this time, at his house with Germany and Japan, since the world meeting was in Rome. His brother and Spain were with him, sharing a bedroom with two beds.
A stroke of lightning and he whimpered again, trying to make up his mind if he wanted to go sleep with his fratello, or Germany. The next stroke of lightning and he ran to the nearest bedroom that had somebody in it, and that was Germanys' room.
"Ve, um, Germany," Italy said when he ran into the room, falling into, well more like jumping, into Germanys' bed, "may I sleep in here?"
After being awaken by the storm his self, Germany was reading a book when Italy burst into his room and jumped into his bed.
Sighing after Italy pleaded him with his clueless smile and happy eyes, Germany finally said yes, closed his book, took off his glasses, and turned off the light, snuggling, even though he won't admit that part, into the nice and comfy bed.
"Thank you Germany." Italy said, yawning, "Well, bunno notte!" he continued, hugging Germany around the waist, kissing his nose before falling asleep.
Blushing a deep red, Germany kissed Italy's' nose, and then told him good night.
Missouri: At least it stopped storming.
Idon't: Thank Gott.
Missouri: It all started with a Locker should be out Monday…. SEND ME LETTERS! GAH!
Idon't: Stop it! Yes It all started with a Locker will be out Monday, so keep your eyeballs peeled.
Missouri: You need to work on writing fluffy stuff.
Idon't: Shut it, I'm trying.