With a terrified scream, Italy leaped up and pulled a white flag from his yellow night shorts. As he waved it, he babbled "I'm just sleeping! Don't eat me!" shrilly.

"Why are you here then?! In mien bed…"

Italy immediately calmed and said "I wanted to make you a special pasta breakfast! Romano didn't want it, so I came here instead!" The Italian clapped joyfully, unaware of the slight twitch in Germany's left eye. There goes mien egg-and-brat wurst breakfast…

Germany sighed. "Fine. But clean up after yourself!" he called after his enthusiastic friend.

*Hetalia!*

As expected, Italy left a royal mess in the kitchen. After breakfast, he was recruited into helping Germany clean, but after the taller of the two had tripped over the other multiple times, he was banished to the couch in the living room. Minutes later, Germany emerged from the kitchen smelling like bleach.

Before either country could say a word, a loud, church-bell like *bong* came from the general direction of the door, followed almost immediately by another *bong*. Waving a white flag, Italy cowered into the cushions while Germany rolled his eyes and went to answer the door. He's way too skittery. Standing on the stoop was America, dressed in a fancy grey trench coat. The minute the door opened, he started talking. "Hey dude! What's up?"

Germany just had time to say "uhh" before America walked in, pulled off his coat, and handed a thick envelope to his dumbstruck friend.

"Great to hear! So if you're not doing anything on Saturday, February 15th, you should totally go to my party! Like everyone's gonna be there!" He dropped his coat in the middle of the floor and walked into the living room. "Hey Italy! 'Sup? Smells good in here, did you just get done cooking?"

Ugh. That filthy coat on mien clean floor. Germany put the coat on an empty hook and followed his uninvited guest.

*Hetalia!*

While Italy and America discussed trivial and somewhat goofy things, Germany inspected the envelope. Across the front, in black loopy lettering was 'You're Invited'. The back was sealed in a red wax eagle. Trust America to go over-the-top. He broke through the seal, pulled out a formal looking paper stating 'Masquerade Ball' at the top, followed by a date and time, and England's house address.

"So, yeah dude, you should totally come over! Bring a date too, 'cuz it's also a Valentine's Day dance!"

"Yay! Is there going to be pasta?" Italy asked.

"Of course! Well I gotta get going, gotta get all these invites out y'know!" America got up and Italy followed him to the door like a little puppy. "See ya there!" He slammed the door behind himself.

Italy ran back to Germany and bounced on the couch.

"Germany" he sang, "Can you help me get a date?"

He wants me to what?!

*Hetalia!*

It was noon before Germany managed to remove Italy from his house. Once the exuberant country was gone, he made a cup of England's tea and sat down on the couch where Italy had been sitting previously. He thought about the request Italy had made. Obviously when America said date, he meant a female country. But who would willingly go with Italy? The dumkopf was too timid and tended to be annoying. He is rather cute though, which should help his situation...

The trouble would be finding a date for himself, considering he didn't have many friends, much less female ones. He would have to ask for help, probably from *shudder* France…