Title: Pitifully Thick

Summary: "There are no cats or dogs coming down, Germany!" Germany attempts to get Italy to understand the concept of the metaphor "raining cats and dogs"…and metaphors in general.

Warning: excessively stupid Italy

Disclaimer: No own Hetarria or the 64damn_prompts on livejournal.

Prompt 2 of 64: Metaphor

A/N:

So, like, these aren't supposed to be all that great. I'm doing them so I can improve my writing and schtuff, and writing is fun and schtuff.

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"Germany, I want to got outside, though!" Italy whined, leaning against the stern man, lolling his head back and forth from the broad shoulder to the back of the couch.

"No, Italy." Germany said finally, burying his nose deeper into his book and begging for the man to leave him to peacefully continue his research.

If only Italy would pick up what he was putting down.

Instead, he whimpered a pitiful "Why not?" and poked at Germany's shoulder.

"Why not?" Germany sighed heavily through his nose and faced the Italian who nodded, big puppy dog eyes boring into the soft spot of Germany's heart. He cringed, but continued, "Look outside; it's raining cats and dogs."

Italy exclaimed loudly, shooting up off the couch and rushing to the window. He bounced on the tips of his toes as he glanced every which way out the window, apparently trying to squint through the sheets of rain coming down.

"Italy," Germany slowly set down his book after watching Italy disappointedly roll back onto his heels. "What are you doing?"

"There are no cats or dogs coming down, Germany!" Italy pressed his face and hands against the glass (Germany inwardly winced, already imagining the annoying prints he was probably making).

"Well, of course not." Germany furrowed his brows together, still watching Italy make disgusting little smudges all over his previously clean window, but he attempted to push it to the back of his mind.

"But you said it waa–as," Italy moaned, turning to press his cheek against the cool glass and stare accusingly at Germany out of the corner of his eye.

"Italy, it's a metaphor." He wasn't really all that surprised when Italy made a confused face. "A metaphor is when you…compare two non-similar things."

"Isn't that a smilie?" Italy frowned and went back to looking out the window.

"It's 'simile,' and they are very much alike, but metaphors don't use 'like' or 'as'."

Germany had a sure feeling Italy wasn't paying an ounce of attention, and he was truly surprised when Italy looked over his shoulder at him and asked, "So," he bit his lip and stared at the beige carpet before finishing, "it isn't really raining cats and dogs?" He looked so disappointed.

"No, Italy."

There was a pause while Italy looked back out the window, humming to himself softly and watching the rain turn to hail. Germany picked up his book after deciding that the conversation was over. He was actually rather proud of Italy, it had been a fairly intelligent conversation that they had both engaged in and it seemed as though Italy understood—

"So, I can go outside?

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A/N:

NUMERO DOS-O DONE-O.

I personally think Italy is secretly super intelligent and is just hiding it from us because he is super sociopath. Mmm, sociopath.