Italy and Germany - Hetalia

"Germannnyyy! It's dark and scary! I don't like it down here! It's too wet and I can hear the water drop from the ceiling and I don't want to get my trousers wet! Germannnyyy!"

The tall country sighed.

"We will be done soon we just need to get the sword and leave." Germany said, weakly, "Just go inside."

The small country shuffled inside the cave.

"GERRRRRRMMMMMAAAAANYYYY! My trousers are getting wet!" Italy screamed running and jumping at Germany.

The country caught the boy.

"Italy!" he began, "Man up and go inside the cave!"

This scared the poor country so he jumped down and ran as fast as he could deep into the cave. Germany trundled behind.

"I've found it Germany!" Italy shouted back at the country.

"Good!" Germany replied sprinting towards a bright blue beam of light.

"Are you going to pull it out?" Italy asked when Germany had caught up and was resting beside him.

"It's probably safest," Germany whispered to himself.

"What?" Italy said putting his hand to his ear.

"Nothing," the German sighed, "I'll go first ok?"

"Si!" the Italian said brightly, sticking up his thumb.

Germany walked towards the sword. He wrapped his hands round the handle and pulled... and pulled... and pulled!

"You okay buddy?" Italy asked peering round to see what the man was doing.

"It... won't... budge!" He grunted still trying to pull the sword out.

"My go!" Italy shouted jumping towards the sword.

"Ja," Germany said stepping back, "Be caref..."

Before he had time to finished Italy had the sword in his hands and was swinging it around his head carelessly.

The German looked at the small country in shock.

(How did he pull it out and I couldn't?) he thought to himself, (I must have loosened it when I slipped backwards.)

"Germany, Germany! I pulled it out! We can be powerful together! Are you proud of me?"

Italy smiled at Germany. He smiled back and ruffled his hair.

"You want you're pasta don't you?"

"Si!"

Germany sighed as he reached into his back pack and pulled out a flask full of pasta.

"Yay!" the Italian shouted, ripping the flask out of his friends hands, dropping the sword and galloping off to the edge of the stone circle.

Germany picked up the sword and watched it shine in the small beam of light slicing through the darkness in the cave.

"So what do we do now?" He said out loud to himself.

"Well, good fellow, if you pop me down we can get to know each other."

"Who was das?" the burly country question holding the sword at the ready.

"Me!" the mysterious voice stated, "I'm the holy sword Excalibur!"

The sword rose out of Germany's hand producing a bright light.

"Germany! I finished my pasta!" Italy said running back over to the German, a big smile spread across his face.

Just then the light brightened and both countries were blinded.

"Oooooooowwwwwwww!" the scream wafted around in the light.

When Germany had recovered from the blinding light he stood up and brushed himself off.

"Germaaaaannnnnyyyy!"

"Italy?" the German questioned spinning round.

"I'm down here." the boy sniffed.

Germany looked down and saw a very strange sight. Italy was laid face down on the floor and on his back was a strange looking white animal. It had a long, curved nose and a top hat. It was wearing a jacket but no trousers and was standing on Italy's back.

"Get it off me Germany!" Italy screamed wriggling around underneath the thing.

As Germany moved to pick up the thing a cane swung at him.

"Fool! I'm not here to be man handled!" the small mammal shouted.

Germany jumped back in shock.

"Don't point that thing at me!" he shouted at Excalibur.

"Oh don't Germany. He's quite cute now I can see it properly." Italy said, big pleading eyes staring him down.

"Fool! I'm not cute!" Excalibur said changing position and firing his cane in Italy's direction. The Italian started laughing much to Excalibur's annoyance.

"Strange boy, why are you laughing?" He asked twirling his cane, glaring at Italy while doing it.

"I'm sorry but I think you're very funny."

Excalibur gave the boy another confused look before turning to address Germany.

"You! Are you his guardian?"

"Well... I'm his... best... friend.. well... yes I suppose you could call me that." Germany sighed.

"Get him off me then."

Germany looked down and sure enough the Italian was holding onto the things leg and laughing uncontrollably.

"Italy get up!" Germany demanded.

The Italian stopped laughing and stood up.

"Anyway Excalibur, we wish you to come with us and make us the most powerful countries in the world. So hop along."

"First let me tell you my sto..." Excalibur began before being interrupted by Italy.

"Germany! I'm bored!" he grumped pulling on the countries sleeve.

"On second thought Excalibur, I've got plenty to deal with here so we'll just be leaving now."

Germany picked up the Italian and slung him under his arm.

"Byyyeeee!" Italian shouted at Excaibur.

After making a rude gesture at Italy he transformed back into a sword and dug himself back into the ground.