Okay so this was a story floating about the dark depths that is my mind. I hope you enjoy it. If there is any glaring errors please tell me!
Today Germany was really tense. I tried everything from making him pasta, giving him "special Germany time" (whatever that is), and I even ran all the laps Germany told me to do during training, but nothing seemed to calm down Germany. I tried everything that came to mind that Germany would like, and trust me I did everything.
The small Italian collapsed on a leather coach allowing for his burnt umber hair to fall freely in his eyes. Italy stared at the ceiling for what seemed for an eternity. It had been one of the few times he would stay quite. When it came to Germany it affected Italy greatly.
Maybe it's his work!
Italy shot out from the leather couch and sprinted towards Germany's study. Almost tripping on a step, the small Italian stopped at the front of the study. He hesitated on opening the door.
What if Germany gets even more mad? He doesn't like me in here…maybe just a peek? We are allies after all; I don't think he'll be mad. Just a small peek and I'm out of here. No harm done, right?
Italy reached for the small golden knob and turned it. It gave a small click and the door came slightly opened. Italy poked his head through the small crack and peered through. Germany was truly a neat guy. Everything in the study had its own special place and everything was color coded. Italy was amazed by how neat Germany kept the place.
Ha, and he says he doesn't have time to do anything.
In the middle of the study there was a rather large desk and on top of that Germany's laptop was just sitting there, ready for grabs. Italy made his way towards the laptop, and just when he was about to reach Germany's laptop, he remembered one crucial piece of information. This was Germany. No way in hell was Germany going to leave one of his pride possessions out in the middle of plane sight.
Okay, so if I was Germany…where would I leave my laptop?
Ah, I know.
Italy hoped on Germany's desk and reached for the light above the desk. The brunette pulled it down and opened a compartment just big enough to fit a laptop in.
There you are my small friend!
Italy hurriedly sprinted towards his room and locked the door, making sure to leave the study the way he found it before he left. Italy threw himself towards his bed and opened the laptop. This was Germany's personal laptop. It was a combination of work, books, and personal material. Anything that was troubling Germany had to be in here.
It had to be a dozen online porno mags and twenty boring sites Italy had looked through before Italy was literally considering on burning Germany's heart drive. No, scratch that…burn the laptop.
I don't think I'm going to find anything important here…
Just about when Italy was going to turn off Germany's laptop permanently something caught Italy's eye. It was something truly small. If it had been someone else, he would have called it as a typo. Italy immediately opened back the laptop and glared at the small username Germany used: Ludwig Williams.
It felt as if the walls Italy built up through the years slowly came crashing down around him. It was only a username. Why was it bothering Italy so much? So what if Ludwig decided to put his last name as Williams? It's not like Germany was going to go around without a last name forever. Germany had just decided to use this one. Germany had no relation to Mathew Williams, Canada; Nope, not at all.
Italy closed the laptop and threw it across his room. The laptop crashed in small corner, falling with a small thud. Italy curled up in a small ball and allowed for his imagination to make sense of the situation. After about five minutes, Italy had only one concrete reason. Germany went and married Canada! It all made sense to him now. The coming home late, smelling of syrup and pine, and once he came home with a small white bear, Canada had been seducing Germany!
Italy wrapped his arms around his pillow and small sobs came out of his lips. That Canadian jerk beat Italy to the punch before Italy had the chance to tell Germany.
Now that I think about it…those two are the perfect match. Canada is quite, smart, charming, and doesn't bother Germany at all like I do. He also has those big violet eyes of his and he's pretty cute. Canada is the perfect match for Germany…I on the other hand just bother Germany and free load off of him. What do I haft to offer German y except for my cooking? I can't compete with him…
Italy small sobs became more evident with every dark thought. The brunette lay in a small heap of desperation for what seemed like an eternity. It would be any minute now that Germany would come home and figure out his laptop is missing. Italy tried to stop the tears in his eyes and lifted himself up from the bed. Wiping away his tears, Italy came up with something brilliant. A true master piece if he should say so himself.
Why should I be the only one in pain?
And with that, Italy's master plan came to be: Make Germany's life a living hell because Canada is too far away!
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