Sweets

It happens every year. North Italy's house will smell like freshly baked cakes, a great variety of sweets -national and international- filling the kitchen. On that day, there is be no pasta, pizza or lasagne. It is the only day even his brother can not enter the kitchen and also the one a handful of nations try to avoid the nation.

Recently, in nation's terms, two others cook with the brunette. They help the Italian with the ingredients and recipes, with the occasional advice, until it's starting to get late, and they are all hungry and tired. Then Veneziano takes one of the cakes or tarts or dangos and asks if they wish for some.

Germany and Japan always accept it. It is when they are eating that one of them asks the question ("Why so many sweets, Italy?") to which the answer is the same he gives every time, with that small, silly -though sad- smile drawn on his face ("To eat, of course.")

The following day, August seventh, everything is normal again, and the smell of pasta overrules the one of sweetness in the house.


Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia

Who knows what happened August 6th? I'll give a date 6 August 1806 and a name, Holy Roman Empire. Need I say more?

Bah, a drabble thingy that I wrote two months ago...