I saw some fansubs for episode 26 of World Series and HAD to write this. Somewhat silly and probably inaccurate, but I hope you enjoy it all the same. I think Germany's organisation is just a little over the top… Also I feel strange calling Italy "Italia." It's a feminine noun…
Why Germany Really Likes Italy
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse… The rest was indecipherable, to Germany, as the television was downstairs and separated from him by many closed doors. Obviously not enough closed doors. He sighed, making a note (on his pad of yellow sticky notes) to tell Italy to educate himself on famous English sayings more quietly…
Of course, first he would have to finish his report concerning suggestions for the direction his economy should take. Perhaps he would be slightly more focused if his boss actually acted upon these reports- My kingdom for a card! It can be considered humorous to change the noun, such as in this situation…
What was he, deaf? Germany scribbled his current thoughts for his report onto another sticky note and carefully stuck it to his incomplete report. He set this aside and put the note concerning Italy in the bin, before marching downstairs to act upon it. But before he could reach the living room, he encountered Italy happily- and messily- cooking in his kitchen.
"Italia!" He yelled, as usual. "What are you doing?"
Italy had already jumped the first time Germany had yelled, making even more mess when he spilled the pasta sauce all over himself and the floor. "D-Deutsch! I-I'm sorry!" He apologised upon reflex. "I'll clean it up, I always do!"
Not that Italy was always panicky when it came to an angry Germany, but after his dear brother had pointed out there was no reason for Germany to like him; he just hadn't quite felt the same.
"You always make this much mess?" Germany asked, horrified. Suddenly, he found himself wondering about the last few meals he'd eaten- my kingdom for soused mackerel! Now that he felt dirty in his own house, the somewhat pointless Economic report would have to wait.
"I'm sorry!" Italy apologised again, as Germany left the room to first turn off the TV, then to gather more cleaning supplies. Tears gathered in Italy's eyes (making him appear more pathetic than usual) as he thought that it was now that Germany would finally tell him to go away.
When Germany returned, he went to take a sponge, but was firmly told to "Just finish what you're doing." Italy nodded in response, turning away. He had an odd feeling of disappointment.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble all the time." He muttered. " Should I just… leave?"
Germany opened his mouth to speak, but was mysteriously cut off by France, who had been outside stalking, er, spying on Italy for sometime. Germany had the strangest feeling the nation had just leapt through one of his windows to take part in this conversation. "Yes, in fact, you should move in with me. I have uses for you…"
Italy took half a step backwards, slightly put off by the look in France's eye. Still oblivious, he earnestly replied, "Like what?"
"Well…" The perverted nation stepped closer, clearly wishing to elaborate.
But Germany immediately shoved Italy behind himself, selflessly acting as a human shield. Italy looked up hopefully, as Germany glared at France with all his fury, who cowered immediately.
"MY KINGDOM FOR A TOURIST DESTINATION!"
Yeah, um… Review?