Author's Note: Just a little something I wrote for a friend. Thank you to doublequartereighthnote, ThatOneRG, and spygirl48! I love all my readers and reviewers
Enjoy the lemony goodness.
"Doitsu, doitsu! Play futbol with me!" Italy called, bouncing into the kitchen. The resident aristocrat sniffed, leaving his fellow kitchenmate to deal with the newcomer. He continued organizing the ingredients on the counter.
"Italy…" Germany sighed, turning to his ditzy little friend. "Nein, I'm busy. Austria is going to show me how to bake a… vat are ve baking?"
"I told you a thousand times," Austria said. "Ve are making Meringue." Italy's face grew even brighter. "I love-a to cook! I can make pasta, and a canola, and pizza…" Italy trailed off, looking hopefully to the German, who ran a hand through his hair.
"Alright, I guess you can help. Just don't…make a mess," he contented.
"Veee~!" Italy agreed, already rolling up his sleeves. He was washing his hands when Austria made the first mistake.
"Hey Italy, fetch me the bag of lemons," the spectacled one called. The Italian bounced off to the pantry and returned with a comically enormous bag of citrus. His knees shook under the weight. Italy squeaked as he tripped over his own shoes and send dozens of ripe lemons all over the kitchen floor. Germany held his breath, while Austria promptly exploded.
"GERMANY! I knew he would mess things up, I KNEW it! I'm going back home to Hungary!" with that, the musical aristocrat stormed out. Italy looked like he was about to cry, but he didn't throw himself at the German like he normally would. Instead, the little Italian heard a pair of heavy boots and felt well-muscled arms wrap around his shoulders. His face was buried very comfortably in a black German tank top- the one he liked to steal occasionally, when Germany was in business dress.
"He didn't mean it, Feli," the blonde man patted the other's head reassuringly. "Vill you finish making ze pie with me?" Italy looked up at his best friend, sniffling a little and nodded. The pair moved in silence back into the kitchen and began picking up lemons.
When they were all gathered back in the bag, Germany began juicing them, leaving Italy to run the mixer. "You know, it wasn't actually that big of a mess. I don't know what Austria was so upset about," the German stated coolly. Italy, back to his bubbly self, began telling the other about a mess he and his twin had gotten into when they first tried to make pasta.
"…And fratello had to shower twice to get all the tomato out of his hair! His shoes weren't so lucky though, I had to get him new ones… Spain thought it was hilarious though, I thought he was having a heart attack when I told him! He thinks whatever Lovi does is adorable though," the pasta lover gushed. Germany smiled to himself. He was so lucky to have this clumsy, awkward, adorable, pasta-loving man as his best friend, no matter what anyone said.
Together they completed the pies and enjoyed the many lemons within.
Lol, I did say there were going to be lemons… It really should be rated K, but I wanted it to be M, so I inserted this here:
"FUCKKKKK"
Just trying to have a little fun :D Hope you weren't toooooo disappointed.
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