Germany signed and put his head on the table. Suddenly, his head shot up.
SLAM! Germany stood up as he slammed his fist into his desk, "Gott verdammt!"
Italy ran in. "Ve, Germany what's wrong? Is everything alright. Did I do some thing wrong? Waaa, I'm sorry Germany. I won't do it again. I won't wash you white shirts with my darks ever again!"
Italy ran over and hugged the German around his waist and cried into his chest. Germany instinctively began comforting the small Italian.
"No Italy, I'm not mad at you. I just remembered that Prussia crashed my car last night and I needed it today. I'm supposed to meet my boss tonight."
"Oh, well you can use mine. It's Italian. Like me." Italy said pulling away.
"Thank you Italy," Germany said sitting back down.
He shuffled through some paper work on his desk, "Now, what was that about washing my white shirts with your darks?"
"Uh, I just remembered, I'm supposed to meet Romano and Spain to go, uh, tomato picking! Bye Germany! My keys are on the table!" With that said Italy ran out of the room and out of the house as fast as he could.
Chuckling now from the Italian's antics Germany thought, 'Now if he would only run that fast during training.'
Hey! So I got this plot bunny while working on Biology notes and had to type it. Hoped y'all liked it! Also I think I'm going to put my Germano story on hiatus, due to not having any new ideas. I'm working on a new Nations React as well as a new Tamaki Discovers. Not sure when y'all should expect that. Please REVIEW and thanks for reading. Sierra out~