Hey guys! It's NakabaChan! This fanfiction will be about Hetalia! I plan it to be a collection of short stories, all in one place.
According to the Hetalia Wiki,
Germany= Ludwig
Italy= Feliciano
So, yeah. Here it is!
Ludwig POV-
Feliciano is so messy... I thought to myself, wiping up the drop of pasta sauce off the floor. We've been renting a little shack for a few weeks now, and we were told it had to look exactly the same when the owner got back. Apparently, my roommate forgets what " The same," means. I've been finding random ingredients from pasta attempts everywhere! It's so annoying! The other day, I woke up, and my bed was covered in pasta sauce. That was NOT fun to clean up.
" Ludwig! Guess what I'm making for dinner!" Feliciano's voice rang like a bell throughout the cabin.
" Oh gee. I don't know," I responded, putting as much sarcasm as possible into that sentence.
" Pasta!" He proudly declared, a goofy smile coming across his face.
" Do you eat anything other than pasta?" I asked.
" Why would I?" he smiled, and skipped off into the next room.
That night, at dinner...
" Your hair looks different," Feliciano said, staring at it.
" That's probably because it's down," I said, rolling my eyes and returning to my pasta.
" I... I really like it like that," he said, stammering slightly.
" Um...What?" I was kinda confused.
" It looks more like pasta!" he exclaimed, his goofy smile returning to his pink face.
And, that's that! Please review!