Huff... Huff...

"Germany!"

Huff... Puff...

"What is it, Italy?"

"Would you want to have a visit at our place?"

"...Alright. But you should've just called. It wouldn't do good if you stay outside in this awful weather,"

"Here comes your pasta!" Italy said happily. He sits down and starts eating his own meal.

"..."

"Germany. Why do you have a funny face?" Italy asks a bit worried.

"...It's nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Ja... Ganz..."

"Is it that you don't like my pasta?" Italy pouted.

"N-nein! It's just..." Germany paused. "...Forget it."

"I won't. Say it already." Italy said in a bit stern face.

"...!" Germany looked surprised. "I-I... Just noticed that you look a bit weird. Are you sick?"

"...No, I am not," Italy assured.

"Alright then..." Germany said and watched outside, where it was still raining. After that he looked at the pasta in the plate. He wasn't so hungry, so he just poked his meal with a fork.

Germany probably never knew it, but Italy wasn't hungry either. He played a little with his food and thrashed his food away before Germany would notice. After he said grazie for the foodof course. Germany 'finished' a bit later.

"Going sleeping already?"

"Sì. You can sleep in the guest room." Italy said and started heading upstairs.

"D-deutlich." Germany answered and soon headed to the guest room.

Italien... You... Germany thought. This isn't like you. Where are you? Are you somewhere in that body that looks like you? After thinking about that, Germany fell asleep.

Italy watched as Germany was sleeping.

Finally he fell asleep. Italy thought as he closed the door. He came back soon though, with a sharp knife in his hands.This must be it... He thought as he walked closer to Germany. It is... He raises his knife above Germany.

...The end of you!