This chapter was originally going to be called "It's all fun and games until an Italian drops a spider on your face" but I ran out of space. Thanks for reading and I don't own Hetalia.
This chapter is loads shorter than they will usually be, it's just an introduction.
Germany
Sometimes Germany wondered what on earth went on in Italy's head. Usually he just came to the conclusion that this was just Italy being Italy and that there was probably nothing unusual about it in Italy itself. Now was not one of those times. He was tidying Italy's room, he stayed over so often that it only made sense that he had his own room. Italy had gone to visit his brother, and that left Germany to do some much needed cleaning. Things had been going well, everything was now perfectly tidy and in their own places, the bed was changed and the dirty clothes had been put in the washing machine. All that was left to do was clean under Italy's bed. And that was where Germany encountered the problem. An eight legged problem. An eight legged hairy problem. An eight legged hairy problem called 'Caramia' if the label on it's case was anything to go by.
Yes, Germany had just found what appeared to be Italy's pet spider. He'd always thought he was a cat person. What the hell was this thing doing here. He tried to ignore the creature and tidy the underside of Italy's bed not occupied by 'Caramia' And then, don't ask how it happened but that monster got out from it's case. It crawled onto Germany's hand (pretty stealthily as Germany hadn't felt her there) and made it's way to his face. It was only when his vision was obscured by a black hairy body that the nation actually noticed that the spider had escaped. He let out the most unmanly scream known to humanity, banged his head on Italy's bed in his haste to get out from under the bed and the spider off of his face, and succeeded in knocking himself out.
Nyo Germany
It had started as a joke. Germany had told Italy to get that spider out of her face, and Italy had protested that her beloved pet spider, Benno was the cutest thing in the universe. Germany had told her otherwise. And now Germany was running through her house, laughing breathlessly. Many nations liked to think that she was incapable of fun. But she just found it difficult under most circumstances. But with her petite friend following through her house and insisting that should she hold the spider she would instantly love him, she found it hard not to at least giggle.
"Get him out of my face, Italy!" She exclaimed, ducking into her study to avoid her boisterous friend.
"Not until you admit he's cute. Just look at his little face!" Italy cried, also laughing loudly to the point of hoarseness.
"Well maybe next time Japan's here you can ask her," Germany chuckled "She's the word authority on all things cute"
She was stood behind her desk as her best friend stood the other side with her spider on her hand. Germany made a move to the left, Italy followed, Germany moved to the left and Italy followed. Germany vaulted the desk and Italy squealed and thrust the spider at the tall blonde girl. But Germany was already sprinting down the hall way, her boots thudding on the wood.
"Come on Germany, you know you love him!" Italy called, following her down the corridor. Germany turned to speak back to her, just as Italy tripped on the stair and sent the spider flying, it slapped into her face, swore loudly in suprise as the hairy body made contact with her face. Her vision went black.