A Side You'll Never See
Germany stared at Italy. It was his 5th plate. This half-an-hour.
And Germany just wanted to bang his head somewhere on a wall.
The 5th plate of spaghetti or pasta as Italy had delicately differentiated, was now being devoured by Italy. Frankly speaking Germany never saw Italy obsessed with something so…inanimate.
No that was wrong. Italy just never obsessed over anything.
No wait; how could Germany forget the damn white flags.
He smacked his hand on his forehead as hard as he could, imagining his palm to be a substitute for the wall. Germany was turning old. He must've forgotten the obvious thing.
Italy stuck the flag to his head as a cap, for Chopin's sake.
Italy was having his 6th plate now. He didn't even bother with the napkin. Like, there were blotches of sauce all over his mouth. Germany was at the end of tears, watching good old table manners go down the drain.
Japan was crazy. Psychotic even. What the hell possessed Germany to listen to the man's idea?
Like, letting Italy do whatever he wanted for a day didn't scream murder. And Japan thought it'd be good, since later he'd be content enough to listen to Germany for once.
Germany silently predicted that Italy would be sleeping the next day, whole day, instead.
He looked at the…man.
Germany could proudly say that he was ashamed to call Italy even a man.
So, he decided on…boy.
So, he looked at the…boy and sighed.
Italy had so much potential.
And so much energy in store.
Germany steeled his thoughts and for now, threw Japan's idea out the window.
So, as an idiot would do, he snatched the plate of food from Spain who was serving and threw that out of the restaurant's window. Greece's cats were pawing at the food now.
A satisfied smile plastered on Germany's face. Frankly speaking, you could call it his rapist grin.
Prussia and Japan, who were sitting and watching as spectators, slowly moved their chair to the side, moving far, far away from Italy's table.
Or cowering away, as I put it so.
Because Italy's face was akin to Hades from hell. Or maybe Cerberus. Nah, Hades better. Reminds me of Hercules.
Somewhere, Greece sneezed.
Anyways, with an expression of Hades, Italy AKA Feliciano cracked the fork he was holding in half. Did we mention that it was made out of steel? Well, we just did.
Germany heard the crack, and whipped his head around, just in time to see Italy smiling.
Little did Germany know, it was his very rare and hard to find rapist smile.
So, Italy screamed his name and ran over to his side, smiling the very freaky smile that made Prussia's mirrors crack into two. Prussia was crying meanwhile.
Japan was consoling him.
Spain however, went to search for Romano. He'd know what to do. Spain thinks…
Germany was know being dragged into a forest which appeared out of nowhere. He should be feeling proud damnit!
But he couldn't help but feel that somebody hated him right now.
And then, with a word of encouragement, Italy pushed him out to a clearing, smiling and waving his hands.
All the while shouting to get to the other side, for the 'surprise.'
Germany sighed and ran a gloved hand through his hair. Childish Italy.
So, he did what he was told, just so he could know what exactly the surprise was.
Little did lil Germany know, there was a sign post conveniently hidden by Italy. It read 'America's battlefield; Keep out.'
It could decide his life, for all we know.
So, Germany stepped forward.
And exploded. Well, the mime underneath did.
And Germany thus turned into the Thanksgivings turkey. As he turned around for Italy, he saw an electric fence instead. And a 10ft high brick wall.
Germany thought he was in boot camp.
Again.
There was a siren ringing and before Germany knew it, he was running across the field, trying not to be the target of the jetfighter's missile.
Which was right above his head.
And seconds later, there was a louder siren alarm, as a bomb dropped down the hatch in the said plane.
5 minutes later, Germany managed to explode.
Every mime on the field of course.
And standing there in front of him laughing like a maniac was England while America asked him questions based on 'improving' the battlefield.
Germany just stood there with wafts of smoke climbing the air.
If Prussia was anywhere nearby, he would've been laughing like a maniac as well. And recording the entire event just to post it up in his blog.
Germany didn't know what to explain to Austria as he reached home and had Hungary tend to his wounds.
He had to wear a full body cast.
As predicted, Prussia just laughed like a maniac. And recorded the event as well.
The one time Germany managed to see Italy as he made his way home, well, he didn't know how to describe the situation.
Italy was poking a voodoo doll that strangely resembled dear Germany.
That explained the pokes in his butt. But Germany didn't show it.
The next minute, and the one week forth, Germany made Austria and Hungary promise that they wouldn't let Italy enter the house.
They promised as told, and when they asked why, all they received was a glare so cold, that even Holland would've freeze up.
Unbeknownst to the full-cast wearer, Prussia wasn't promised by the said person.
He let in Italy as the nurse the very next hour.
Italy never had this much fun while cooking.
But that's an entirely different matter now, isn't it?
Yaay~ Our first Hetalia fic. :D Always wanted to try this new baby style. Don't know if it suits us.
If I actually get time, I'd even type out the next chappy if possible. You know, about the nursing thing. xD
And if possible, again, we'd actually do ASYNS's on other characters as well. :D