I have finally gotten around to updating this :D

In the kitchen in Germany's house, stood a slender Italian at the counter rolling out the dough for making (what else?)…

PASTA~!

Said Italian had decided that today would be a good day for making pasta for his dear friend Germany. All the german ever seemed to do lately is work, work, and when he's done with all his work, his boss shows up and piles on more work. There isn't even a war going on! And yet, Germany is still as busy as ever. Doesn't Germany's boss know that too much work can kill a man? Well, technically, in this case, it would be a country. But the same principle still applies.

Thank goodness that Germany has a devoted friend like Italy. Not many other countries understand and get along with the rather brazen country like the Italian does. Mostly because others are intimidated by the front the Germany puts out. While Germany may act strong, strict, brave, controlling, and orderly… ok, so Germany is all of those things, but the point is: deep down, Germany can be very sweet and caring when you really got to know him. Plus he never let Italy down World War II. He always came to save him when Italy was in trouble.

So it's only natural that Italy should make Germany some pasta so that Germany can take a break from all of his work and enjoy one of the small (but oh so important) pleasures of life, such as pasta. It always puts Italy in a happy mood, so of course it'll work with Germany, too.

Italy was, at the moment, putting the pasta in the boiling water to start making dinner when-

"HAHA WEST! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH THE AWESOME ME!"

"WHEN I CATCH YOU, I'M GOING TO BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH MEIN HERR STICK!"

"Ve~?"

Suddenly, a wild Prussia appears- I mean- Prussia and Germany sprinted through the kitchen opening and ended up smacking face first into the wall. Well, only Prussia managed to do that. Germany was smart enough to stop beforehand knowing that Prussia would forget about the kitchen wall.

"Ve? Doistu? What is going on? And why did Prussia run into a wall?" Italy walked away from the boiling pasta pot and over towards where Germany was picking Prussia up by his collar and gettin' his angry 'I-am-about-to-yell-and-lecture/nag-you' face on. Or at least, he was going to, but Italy chose that moment to stand in between Germany and Prussia in order to have his question answered.

"Ve, Doitsu?"

"Ack! I-Italia!" In Germany's surprise, he let go of Prussia's collar. Prussia used his new found freedom to wrap his arms around Feli's middle from behind and laid his chin on Italy's shoulder. Prussia ignored the glare that Germany was giving him.

"Say Ita, you seem like an awesome person. How about you come with me and West to a little get-together tonight? Franny will be there and if Spain can convince Romano, those two will be coming. Whadya say Ita-chan?"

"Ve? Big brother France, Spain and fratello will be coming?" Italy looked hopefully at Prussia, completely ignoring Germany as he frantically waved his arms, signalling Prussia to shut his mouth.

Prussia just laughed, "More than likely, Ita-chan! So whadda ya say? Are you in?"

"Sure! And I don't have to worry about anything bad happening because Germany will be there to protect me! Right, Germany?" Italy turned to face Germany with big, hope and trust filled puppy eyes.

The look took Germany off guard, but he couldn't look away from the hopefully pathetic face and reluctantly agreed. "Y-yeah…I'll protect you Italy…"

Italy's face exploded into a happy smile and hugged Germany tightly around his middle. "Oh! This is going to be so much fun!" Italy let go of Germany and turned around to face a smirking Prussia. "Is there anything I need to do special for tonight?"

"All you need to do is dress up in your Halloween costume, Ita-chan. Me and West will be around to get you around 8. Sound good?" Italy opened his mouth to respond but Prussia interrupted him and threw an arms around Germany's shoulder and started to walk backwards to the door. "Of course it sounds good! We'll see you tonight Ita! Come on West, let's go get you an awesome costume!"

I did spell Herr Stick right?