Italy sat up and stretched out in glee as he awoke from a pleasant pasta dream to a crisp, sunny morning. For some reason, in his head played the song, "Three Little Birds." He started to sing aloud, unaware that he had once again awoken before Germany, and would disturb him...

"Don't-a worry...about a thing..." he sang, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and slid his feet into the slippers on the floor. His feet jolted back from feeling the freezing cold of the floor, but they slid in the slippers, anyway. A slight, "AHHH!" accompanied the surprise.

Germany moaned, turned on his side away from Italy, and grabbed the pillow from under his head, and put it over his face.

Italy hesitated, ducking his head closer to his shoulders and chest, but he continued, "Cause everything little thing's...gonna be alright..." He closed the door to the bathroom and continued to sing...in the shower!

Germany pulled the pillow off of his head, and rubbed his sleepy eyes...he moaned, again and sat up. He exhaled deeply and drug his hand down his face. "Zhat Dummkopf ist too loud in ze morgen...Vhat time ist it? 7?" he looked at the alarm clock that failed to go off and he grabbed it in shock. "10:30?!"

Great….Germany thought. He had accidently slept in! He exhaled in despair and disappointment in himself. You Dummkopf… he shook his head and swung his legs over the side of the bed, but sat there, head in his hands. His mind was drawn to listening to Italy sing in the shower.

"Don't worry…about a thing…cuz everything's gonna be alright, Germany!" even though they weren't the best or original of lyrics…

"He has a nice voice…" Germany quickly shook off the smile of his face. "Vhat vas he doing in my bed, again?!"

He stood up and paid no attention to how cold the floor was to his bare feet and screamed, "ITALYYYYY!"