A/N: I was bored so I decided to write a one-shot of GerIta

Just a Picnic

Far from the streets of Italy, on a lush green hill top, there were two men. One was a skinny Italian with auburn hair and honey eyes. He had a weird curl sticking out of the left side of his head. Next to him was a muscular German with slicked back blond hair and striking blue eyes. His eyes were focused on the Italian who was eating a container of pasta. These two men were know as Germany and Italy, country representatives.

Italy happily munched on the packaged pasta while Germany at wurst. They both wore their counties respective WWII uniforms. The two were still allies even after the war. The two sat on a red and white checkered blanket on the hill side next to a lone tree planted many years back by Italy himself with his Nonno Rome.

The once clear blue sky turned a misty gray. The German noticed and turned to Italy again. "Italy. We should pack it up soon. The clouds provoke rain."

Italy looked up from his lunch and smiled. "Just a little longer! I want to finish this!"

Germany sighed deeply. "Fine. But afterwords, straight home!"

"Si!"

Soon enough, the Italian finished his pasta and closed the container's lid. He looked up to Germany with a wide grin on his face with the edition of red sauce smeared across the Italians sun kissed face. His cheery voice rang out as, "I'm done!"

"Ja, okay. Lets go before it rains." Germany dismissed the sauce where he normally would of grabbed a napkin and wiped the red substance off the Italians rosy cheeks.

"Si!" Italy cried out again, for once helping with the clean up. Bundling up the blanket and stuffing it in the basket they had brought, the duo set off.

Crash!

The sound of thunder shook the trees as the winds tugged harder on their leaves. Italy clung firmly onto the German man. Germany sighed and pushed Italy off. "No time to waste. Lets get back."

Once he had said that, what was once a drizzle turned into pouring rain. Italy shivered at the droplet's icy touches. "R-right." Italy's voice shook in fear and cold. The Italian nation ran ahead of the German, gaining an annoyed growl from him.

With another flash then clap, Italy stopped. Germany was no longer near him for him to cling to, so he chose to run away, into a dark ally way, seeking comfort in it's depths.

Germany watched through wide eyes and tried chasing the (surprisingly) older nation into the ally. Once he entered, he realized that the ally split into separate sectors, meaning that Italy could of gone multiple ways. Finding Italy would be tedious. Especially in this rain, but the German was determined to find him.

It took the storm all night to pass over. Germany looked up from where he stood in the maze, at the brightening sky. Curse the sky. It mocks my loss. His mind growled in hate before turning back to the hunt for his ally.

~With Italy~

A small shivering figure sat in the corner of an ally way. His clothes were soaking from the rain. His auburn hair was plastered against his face. Once lively honey eyes were dulled. He looked at the entrance to the ally desperately, looking for the tall German.

~With Germany~

Germany growled in frustration. He needed to find Italy and fast! He looked around. He was at yet another intersection. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of honey eyes watched him with great relif. Germany had almost given up hope until he hear a scratchy, yet unmistakeable voice call out to him

"Germany!"

The German turned to see Italy standing up shakily, before running over to him with soaked clothes.

"Italy!" Germany for once returned the hug and picked up Italy. "Lets go."

"Si!" Italy cried, clinging to the German.

"Italy" Germany said after a bit.

"Si?"

"You know how to get home right?"

"No..."

"uhhhhhh we're going to be here a while..."