Japan sat sipping his tea calmly when all hell broke out. Germany and Italy had gotten into a fight because Italy was always following him. Finally Germany had told him to stop. But not too nicely.

"Italy stop following me! Your getting in my way! Go do something important why don't you!"he spat.

"But-but Germany I thought-"

"You thought wrong!"he yelled.

Japan sighed, could he ever get a peaceful day? No, not while he was around here. Well at least when Italy was around. Italy always doing this. But by dinner they'd be like family again.

Sadly they werent. Instead of Italy making pasta, as he did every friday, he had his bags packed.

"Italy what are you doing?"Germany sighed.

"I'm going to Romanos! He doesn't yell at me like you do! I hate you Germany!"Italy looked like he was about to cry.

"Italy go back to your room and unpack. Your no going anywhere,"Germany put a hand on his hip and rubbed his temple.

"No! Your not my brother! I hate you! You can't tell me what to do!"

"Italy go back to your ro-"

"No!"

"Italy!"

"No!"

"Italy!"they turned to see Romano in a taxi. Knowing quite well that italians couldn't drive.

"Romano!"Italy ran to the car. Germany and Japan were to in shock to say anything. He really did want to leave. Romano went up getting Italy's bags while giving Germany a smug grin. Germany felt betrayed. Why did Italy want to leave? Was it because of their fight? But he said nothing. Witch surprised Japan. Wouldnt he want his little brother like friend back?

It had been a week since then and Germany had drown his sorrows in mugs of beer. And in one night with doing so met Britain in the bar.

"Hello Germany what brings you here?"he sat with him.

"Me and Italy had a fight a week ago and I havent seen him since. I'm kind of worried. He hasn't contacted me in a while. And I don't know what to do! He's been my friend for so long and I don't know how to deal with it,"Germany put his head down on the table.

"Get him a cat and apologise,"Britain suggested.

"I don't know about that,"he chugged his beer.

"Well why don't you plan something nice? Isnt his birthday coming up?"Germany nodded getting an idea.

"This is prefect! Thank you, I must be going now. I have a party to plan,"he left.

Over the weekend Germany planned the best party he could for Italy. There was pasta and sweets. All he needed to do was get Italy over. Suddenly he picked up the phone and called the Allies.

"Allies? I need a favor,"he explained.

Italy was home alone. Romano had to go do something important. At least that's what he said. He decided to make some pasta because he was hungry. But when he started making it be began to feel sad. This is what he made every friday, at Germany's.

"Germany,"he sighed. He had never been so far away from him for this long. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. When he answered a bag was placed over his head.

"Ah! Germany help!"he cried. He was put in a car and drove to someones house. He was lead in and placed in a chair. The bag came lose and someone pulled it off.

"Happy birthday!"he looked up to see Germany Japan Britain America Canada Romano Hungry France Russia and China. They were standing around a table with cake and peasants on it. He was surprised. Had Germany planed all this?

"Germany?"

"Look Italy I'm sorry I yelled at you can you forgive me?"Italy paused and Germany began to worry.

"Can I have a cat?"

"No."

"Ok!"Italy smiled."Can I move back in soon?"

"Of course after the party I'll take you to gather your things,"Germany was happy to have his friend back.