Italy awoke to his stomach growling. He jumped out of bed and skipped gleefully. He loved when he was hungry! He got to eat PASTA! Normally Germany didint approve of him cooking by himself, but Italy really didnt like bothering Germany when he was sleeping. He deserved his sleep.
It took Italy a while to find his favorite pasta cooking pot, and by the time he found the special pot, other "less important" pots and pans were flung aroung Italy. Italy giggled happily and bounced from the floor where he had been sitting to search.
Italy proceeded in his mental steps of cooking his favorite dish, and when he was done, he served himself a plate. When he turned to go sit down, he forgot about the pots and pans on the floor, and tripped. The pasta flew everywhere, and Italy fell down on the ground. Instinctfully, he put his hand out on the ground to catch the fly-away plate. He miss judged the distant and the plate broke against his hand. He cried out with pain, and looked down at his hand. He had mostly little shards of glass embedded in his hand.
He knew how to fix his hand because he had done the same thing about three or four months ago and Germany had showed him how to get the glass out and help it feel better. Italy thought about waking up Germany to help fix his bloodied hand, but decided to do it on his own.
He headed toward the bathroom and hopped up onto the counter so he could easily lean over the sink. He got the tweezers and begun the slow and painful process of removing the glass from his hands. With each shard came a yip from Italy and a clink when the glass fell in the sink. When he finally finshed, he hopped off the counter and got the gauze. He wrapped it around his still bloodied hand nice and tight. Just as Germany had taught him!
Blood always made Italy dizzy, so he decided that he should go for a nice walk and get fresh air. But he knew he had to go tell Germany. He walked slowly into Germanys room still clutching his throbbing hand. He sat next to Germany.
"Germany? Ludwig?" Italy gently pushed the sleeping nation. "Please wake up..." Germany didnt wake up. His eyes opened and he gave the trembling Italian a icy glare. Then he simply rolled back over.
"Okay then." Italy says softly. He grabs a pen and a piece of paper and writes a short note on why hes gone.
Dear Germany,
I cut my hand while making pasta. I did everything that you told me to do. I took the glass out, and put that long bandage stuff on it, NICE AND TIGHTLY just like you said! I tried to wake you up, but you wouldnt wake up, so im going to go out on a walk by myself! Im not sure how long I will be out. I will miss you!
Love,
Italy 3
Italy smiled and put the note on the chair where Germany hung his coat. He then grabbed Germanys coat, and while giggling about how long the coat was on him, ran out the door!
~About one hour of Italy wandering in the woods later~
"How stupid am i to really think that i can go on a walk by myself, i knew i was going to just get myself lost, and now im really really hungry!" Italy muttered to himself. Suddenly he heard a ruffilling of leaves behind him.
"Hello Italy!" A cocky British voice said. Italy turned around to see France join England.
"Bonjor Italy! Why are you out in the woods without either of your friends with you huh?" France asked sweetly.
"Germany is asleep!" Italy put his bandaged hand out, " I dropped a plate and had to get all the glass out all by myself! Then because i always get dizzy around blood, I decided that i should take a walk and i tried to wake Germany up! But he wouldnt get up so i left him a note to tell him that i was goin..." Italy was cut off by America yelling from behind him.
"Shut up DUDE!" he called in his total "Hero" voice. He then slammed something into the back of Italys head. Italys world then went black.