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"Here Germany, have some!" cooed Italy, sliding the cup of gelato across the table with the spoon he had stuck in it.
"Uh, thanks." said Germany. He picked up his spoon with his right had and squeezed Italy's hand with his left.
The ideal of being one handed never appealed to Germany, but the moment was too warm to let go of Italy. Italy was still holding his spoon in the cup, so Germany worked around it. And the redhead's plan became apparent when the cup rattled as Germany tried to dig some of the sticky ice-creamish goop out of it. Italy was trying to hold it still.
Germany himself knew quite a lot about physics, but he'd never known it was impossible to eat gelato with only one hand. Usually, he just ate off of Italy's spoon when was he offered him some, and even then Germany had noted the stickiness of the confection, but this scene was ridiculous. Italy was trying to help Germany by fighting against him as the cup was pushed away from the force of Germany's spoon, but that was only creating tension in the gelato, making it stretchier and stickier.
Italy, being Italy, gave up and he took his hand off the spoon, which was now lodged so deep in the gelato that there was no chance at getting it out unless it was buttered or warmed. But as soon as he did, without telling Germany he would, the cup flew across the table and fell onto the ground.
"Oops." said Italy blankly, a smile finding its way onto his pinkish face.
Germany, on the other hand, was frustrated with this damned gelato. No wonder Italy was hardly ever stressed or affected by his voracious love for carbohydrates, he had this cement to wrestle with and called it a snack. Germany glowered at the spot where the cup had fallen and likened gelato to eating boa constrictors.
During this moment, Italy felt a pressure on his hand and saw a flush on Germany's face. The dork was mad, and Italy felt like he would be blamed for letting go. He sought for a mollification technique.
"Ve," he said nervously as a filler word to announce that he was going to talk Germany out of his mood. "Ve…"
"That is the most hard-core thing I've ever seen." observed Germany slowly.
"You, you're not mad?" asked Italy, sensing the tiny smile in Germany's tone.
"Did you see how fast it went? Did you see how tight the substance was?" Germany's eyes sparkled slightly. Italy was in shock, he'd only seen this side of Germany a couple of times. "How far it could stretch? Unwavering! Cement!"
Italy would have added adjectives to describe the taste of the stuff, but he was too tickled by Germany's face. The happiness in his voice made him sound a bit like he was about to throw up, but it was still adorable.
Italy considered ordering another cup, but instead he sat back and listened to Germany's elated plans to make gelato bombs and gelato stamps.
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