Germany was in his study reading a book, finally in euphoric state of peace and quiet with the absence of the boisterous and whiny people in his life. Prussia had gone off to Spain's for the weekend, for some "group meeting" with France, probably to do that dress up thing again. The German shifted uncomfortably in the air conditioned room at the abrupt memory of walking in on the three of them wearing dresses, it was quite the moment indeed.

The German was disappointed when he heard the meet up for the three was going to over at his place this time around, for he had always looked forward to the peace and quiet that came with those weekend trips. Always happening around the end of FIFA, but that detail didn't really trouble German as his bruder was swiftly preparing the house for the arrival of some of his most prized friends.

Germany growled as he thought about the blonde frenchman sauntering into his home with a smug look of power almost as if recalling the time of the coo coo clocks. They were times when the two of them got along, and times where they didn't, like all international relationships, but the times of argument seemed to plague these two one two many times.

And then, there was the Spanish one. A cheerful man with a passion for pretty much anything at all as long as he liked it. Germany didn't really mind him as much since he would bother to clean up after himself, but this was only sometimes. And his siestas had not grown on him like Italy's had in the years of the friendship.

Their arrival was very loud, and they arrived very late in the evening while the German was asleep. The loud and boisterous voices that seemed to fill the house with a certain excitement and happiness irked the younger in massive amounts, as his room was invaded with greetings and conversations he wished not to be apart of.

The next day the poor german personification was at the mercy of their perverted jokes and has over flowing with joy and buoyancy when the three friends fled to Prussia's room, keeping everything to a low. The day went well and when it came to supper time Germany began to worry for he had not seen them come out of the "cave" for a long while. Given he had been out to do errands for a good portion of the day, he was still worried and decided to bring in some snacks seeing as though they weren't going to come out any time soon.

With a tray filled with sausage, wurst, cheese, and a nice bottle of wine the soldier opened the door with caution and with shock and horror dropped the tray and bottle, red spilling all across the polished wood floor. He had walked in on three grown men wearing red, blue, and green disney dresses and he firmly walked out, without a word, and the rest of the trip was mightily awkward and silent.

After finishing the memory with an awkward chuckle and shake of the head he then began to think where his Italian nuisance had been then trip only to remember he and Romano had some business with America that weekend to talk about cars.

Germany might have missed him hadn't his hands been full with the other three, so his presence was not missed by the end of everyday for Germany had barely anytime to think.

The German began to settle back in to his book when his thoughts began to wander again, where exactly was Italy this time? His memory took him back to the last few times he had seen the Italian, it was a ll very brief following with a swift and awkward Ciao Germany or See you later Germany. The longest conversation would have been maybe ten lines if written in play form.

On any other occasion he may of ignored this if the Italian had then appeared sometime soon like in Germany's bed or next to him while cooking something and then preceding to ask for some pasta. But Italy was strangely not there to bug the german at all and that absence was something that Germany had not realized was affecting him till now. Now thinking back to everything, the German had pretty much never been alone for a good majority of his life always having someone of some kind there to comfort him. Even his dogs were out of the house at some kind of animal spa Japan had suggested some time ago.

This aloneness was not something Germany was to keen on he realized as his sat there a bit dumbfounded, the book now neatly on his lap. He decided it was best to get some rest instead of staying up diving in to his literature or reading one of the many letters that was stacked on the table so he would not dwell on the subject of loneliness. Germany quickly scheduled a flight to Italy deciding to spend the weekend there and wrote an email inviting Japan along, before readying himself for bed and doing what follows said action: sleeping.

As the German slept soundly at the thought of welcoming smiles and delicious smells of foreign food a lonely letter almost as lonely as the heart of the writer himself. Oh Germany you foolish nation, when you wake of the morning you will discard all work for one of the few times in your long everlasting life and miss this oh so very precious piece of information. If you had gone about your daily routine maybe the following events would have never happened, and the next months of torture would not have plagued you if only you had read that damn letter.

Stupid germans

SOOOOOOO, guess you decided to be like "HI I'M BACK"! :D Its me Summer, but I changed my name as you can see for purposes of... I needed a new name! :) So yush, anyway, this is a rewrite of my GerIta story Lost that I just took down because it was unfinished and stupid. But yeah, yolo bro. So hope you enjoy this, I don't own Hetalia, annnnddd catch you next time! 3