So here it is, chapter two, and so far I'm sticking to my word; one every day. It's getting kind of hectic already, trying to plan it out. I'm not sure that Italy would say, "It's like being at war again!" so I made him say, "It's like being in a war movie!" XD I think he'd like to compare his life to a movie.
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz (I never do that, I really should...)
December 2nd
"Okay!" beamed Italy, sitting down and scraping his chair across the floor with his feet, a satisfied smile plastered across his face. Germany feared a little for his kitchen floor, but didn't say anything as Italy dove into his bag and pulled out sheet after sheet of paper and spread them across the table. "The one is time zones," he explained, pointing. "This one is flights. That one's recipes, you don't need to know..."
"Very organised," commented Germany in passing, leafing through what seemed to be equivalent to a small forest's worth of paper. He paused at one sheet and raised a brow. "Are we having dinner or being invaded?" He smoothed out the questionable page- a map of the world, with two red arrows pointing from Italy to Germany, and one from Japan, with different dates written alongside their curved lines.
"Isn't it cool? It's like being in a war movie!" Germany nodded, still studying the map. He noticed that two blue arrows pointed from Berlin back to Tokyo and Rome.
"Aren't you going home?"
"I don't know how long I'll have to stay and help tidy up after, so I didn't write it down. Oh, don't look like that! It'll be fine!" Italy raised his cappuccino to his lips and took a sip, licking froth away before he continued. "As you can see here..." (he pointed) "... Japan is coming in about a week so he can adjust, and I think he would want a room to himself... he's strange like that, isn't he?"
Germany nodded, although compared to Italy's 'sleeping' habits (which more often than not included running around with no pants on), he thought Japan was quite normal.
"And we can all have our own rooms," continued Italy. "You have enough because your house is so nice and big~"
"If only you put this much thought into things when you actually need it," muttered Germany, and added silently, like war.
"Being in charge of someone's Christmas is a big responsibility! It has to be perfect, everything like you'd expect, like a Christmas card!" he sighed happily at the thought. "At least it might snow. I'm jealous, it's cold in winter where you live... I'm usually in Roma... oh! That reminds me! I told nii-chan to be on his best behaviour, but if he's rude, tell me! I'll sort him out for you!"
Germany was about to laugh when he realised that Italy was deadly serious. "I'll do that," he promised, watching the strange, rare, aggressive expression on the Italian's face melt into its usual smile.
"He's coming a week before Christmas," he warned. "So you better hide all your sick magazines or he'll get mad and leave-"
"Italy, please! Don't be embarrassing!"
"I'm not being embarrassing, they're your magazines-"
"Fine!" spat Germany, feeling heat rush to his ears. "Can we... can we talk about something else?"
Italy's smile stayed on his face, but he said very steadily and calmly, "Your first inspection is next week before Japan gets here."
Germany couldn't stop a shuddered "huh?" escaping his lips. Had they switched personalities or something?
"Oh, by the way," Italy was once again chewing happily on his pen. "How does Gilbert spend his Christmas?"
"Gilbert?" repeated Germany, taken aback. "I don't really know. Why?"
Italy shrugged and scribbled something down quickly. "Nothing. I was just wondering~"
Oh, Italy, what are you planning?
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