The seconds tick by on the golden pocket watch in his hand and Germany withheld a sigh. Japan was nearby and he didn't want to show much emotion to him, even a sigh would tip the Japanese nation off to the fact that he was angry. A leader had to show no emotions.
But damn it, was that ever hard when one of your trainees was Italy. 45 minutes late again and still no sign of him. He put the watch back in his pocket, since it was getting hard to look at all the time they were wasting. Japan looked away from polishing his katana to speak to him.
"He must have forgot."
"Forgot nothing. He just didn't feel the need to show up. Vhy do I bother vith someone so lazy?"
A slight purse of the lips on Japan's face as his eyes flashed mischievously.
"Perhaps you find him cute."
"Please don't start zat again," despite himself, Germany was having more and more trouble holding his temper in. He had to be calm and collected.
"I am serious, Germany-san. The way you look at him remind me of dog owner and his pet. But I doubt he's the pet in this relationship."
Okay, whatever was going on in Japan's head, Germany didn't want to know. Honestly, this was like the third time this week something dirty came out of that mouth. And Germany thought he was the dirty minded country around here.
His face felt hot, so he looked away from Japan in case he was blushing. He didn't want him to see how flustered he was making him. Germany coughed into his fist in order to collect himself.
"Vell, I vill go and find him."
"Do you need help?" Japan offered.
"Nein. I need the exercise," really Germany just didn't want to deal with Japan right now. Japan was usually very polite and reserved but when he got all…weird like he was being now, Germany tried to be as far away from him as possible.
Germany looked for Italy in his room first but found nothing. He looked in the kitchen to see if he was making more pasta. He wasn't there. Germany then went into town, asking several mortals before one pointed him toward a sweet shop store. This time Germany really did sigh. Sweets. Of course.
The bell on top of the door rang in to signal his coming, the smell of disgusting foods overloaded with sugar filled his nostrils. He might have just gotten a cavity from the odor wafting around this obnoxiously pink room.
Fortunately, Germany was able to find Italy fairly easily, since his hair curl was a dead giveaway. He made his way to the booth that held the stupid country and found Italy munching down on some ice cream, savoring the bite with relish. Italy's grin got even wider when he noticed his friend.
"Hey Germany! What are you doing here?"
German's eyebrow quirked in annoyance but Italy didn't seem to notice.
"I came to look for you. Did you forget about training today? Japan and I waited for you for almost an hour."
Italy frowned once he knew he was in trouble, "I'm sorry, Germany. I forgot. But since you're here, why don't you order something and eat with me?"
The smile came back, evidently the country was excited about eating with his friend. However, Germany wasn't nearly so happy with this suggestion. He didn't really enjoy sweets, the very smell of this place made his want to leave. These candy coated abominations were going nowhere close to his mouth.
"Nein. Italy, we need to go."
"But I haven't finished yet."
Germany sighed again, about to insist when Italy gave him the adorable pout. Japan was right about Germany being an absolute pushover, since all Italy had to do was look sad and Germany was putty.
He sat down, "Fine. Finish your ice cream. Then ve'll-"
"It's not ice cream! It's gelato!" Italy screeched, somehow looking just a tiny bit offended. Germany had never seen an expression on his face before.
People were looking, so Germany knew he had to calm his friend down.
"Sorry. My mistake. I don't know what gelato is, so I-"
"What? Hasn't Germany ever had gelato?"
More stares, "Nein. I don't like sweets. Now be quiet and finish your-"
"Ve! Germany has to try some. Here, have a bite," Italy took a spoonful of gelato and held it in front of Germany's face like he was a baby.
"I don't want any. I told you, I don't like sweets."
"But you'll like this. It's gelato. Come on and try it."
"Nein."
But Italy didn't listen. He starting waving the spoon in front of Germany's face and made weird sounds.
"Open wide for the train."
Germany slapped the spoon away, not missing the hurt look on Italy's face. The German nation stood up.
"Just stay here and waste time then. I'm going to train."
"But Germany, you gotta try some gelato. It will make you less grouchy."
"Nein!" Germany stormed out of the stupidly colored sweet shop, leaving a sad Italy behind.
Meanwhile, Italy was thinking hard, which was a bit of a challenge for him to do. Germany was acting more and more upset lately. Maybe he wasn't getting enough sugar. Italy could help him if Germany would just let him. Gelato was magical, it will put a smile on anyone's face.
Italy flushed at the thought of Germany smiling and decided he liked the image in his head. He wanted Germany to be happy and his sacred gelato made everyone smile.
But Germany wouldn't eat it. Why? It couldn't be because he hated sweets since Italy was convinced that everyone loved sweets. How could you not love them? Especially gelato. Italy still felt the sting of hurt that Germany accused it of being ice cream. It was completely different and Germany needed to see that. Italy didn't care what it took. Germany will have gelato.