"I can't believe Italy would do this to me!"
Germany was pacing in the kitchen, the sound of his boots pounding against the floor echoing throughout the house. Where was Italy? Why wasn't he responding? Why was he such an inconsiderate bastard?
After many more minutes of this, Germany came to a realization: Italy's innocent attitude was a façade!
Of course! Why hadn't he discovered this before? Italy acted innocent and clueless so he could get away with whatever he wanted, and in this situation, he wanted to get away with cheating. Well, Germany wouldn't stand for that! He ran out of his house, heading towards a certain store.
Italy was walking home, still pondering on dinner. "Maybe it's pasta…. no, we had that last night. Uh…" He paused, looking up at the sky. "Pizza? No…."
Wait… why was the sky so dark?
"NO! I'M LATE!"
Italy began sprinting towards the house, running so fast you would think England was chasing him.
Hurry, hurry, hurry! He chanted silently, taking deep breaths as he ran. Who would've thought that rolling in shit would make the time go by so quickly?
Finally, he made it home. He entered the house, smiling widely. "Germany! Germany, I'm home!"
Hm… no answer, Italy thought. He walked upstairs, shouting "Germany! Where are you?" But still, no answer.
"Oh no!" Italy cried. "GERMANY MUST'VE ASSUMED THAT I WAS CHEATING ON HIM AND COMMITTED SUICIDE!"