Italy was hungry. Unfortunately, there was no pasta in sight.
"Germany," he whined, "I'm hungry. Let's go to fratello's house and get some pasta." Germany looked up from his mountain of paperwork and sighed. He had just fed him an hour ago. But it would be useless to fight the inevitable.
"I have business to do. Go make yourself something, we have food here." Italy wandered into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Nothing. He checked the pantry. Filled with useless things like flour and cheep food that Vash brought over last week. And we all know that Italy is a gourmet eater, not just an-anything-that-is-out-there-eater. So of course he turned up his nose at such delicious delicacies like Goldfish and Cheese-its.
"Germany, we don't have any good food." The older blonde sighed again and rubbed his temples, while he asked if he really made the right choice in making Italy an ally.
"Well, as I've said before," he said, trying to keep the impatience out of his voice, "I'm busy. Why don't you go shopping?" Italy noticeably brightened.
"That's a great idea Germany! I'll go get some." Italy ran to his room to get his wallet. But when he started to look through it, his heart sank. He checked again. Yep. He was broke. He turned to the door when he heard a shocking yell.
"GILBERT! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Italy's heart sank again. Now was not the time to ask Germany for money. The Moonbounce Gilbert bought last week was fun until it popped, but he must have used Ludwig's credit card. No one wants to see an angry Germany.
So that's how Italy ended up sitting on the sidewalk outside. He tried to look at the clouds or draw on the sketch pad he brought outside, but all he could feel was the growling in his stomach. Even a piece of gum would be appreciated, just to keep his mouth moving. The sun created a harsh glare, forcing Italy to look down at the ground. Suddenly it was as if the heavens had opened up to offer a gift. A mento! Quickly, and without thinking, Italy scooped it and popped it into his mouth. Biting down, he felt searing pain in his tooth. He quickly spit it out.
"GAAAHHHH! Germany-Germany, help me! I just ate a rock, and broke my tooth." Germany looked outside, allowing for Gilbert to slip out the door. He looked back to his paperwork, not surprised to find Gilbert gone. Shame it's only 10 o'clock. It's going to be a long day.
So yeah. I saw this rock on the road on my walk to school and I thought it looked like a mento. I didn't eat it, but I couldn't help but think that it's like that awkward moment when you eat a rock that's a mento. And only italy is ditzy enough to do that. Sorry Italy lovers. I love him too, but he's such a child.
So if you want me to continue the theme of awkward moments in hetalia, review and let me know. Thanks.