Germany slowly walked to his Kuberwagon, his two friends, Japan and Italy on either side of him.
"Germany? Hey! Hey, Germany! Germany~ Hey! Hey! Hey, Germany?" Italy kept repeating.
"Vhat do jou vant, Italy?" Germany asked.
"Can I drive the Kuberwagon? Please?!"
"No! Don't ret him drive it!" Japan pleaded.
"Relax, Japan... Nein, Italy... I don't need jou flying away again..." Germany answered. Japan sighed in relief and whispered, "Arigato." Italy frowned for a second, but quickly cheered up again.
"Hey, Germany! You're so lucky! You're so strong, you get to go fight! If it were me, I'd be scared pants-less!" Italy chattered. Japan listened, his face emotionless. Germany managed a small smile, though.
The three, also known as the Axis, climbed into the Kuberwagon and Germany drove Japan to his peaceful home, then drove to his and Italy's home.
When they finally got back, Italy rushed inside.
'Odd...' Germany thought since Italy doesn't often go that fast. He shrugged, then yawned. Germany realized he would need his rest for tomorrow. That's right; Germany decided to start as soon as possible. If the conditions were favorable, he would leave tomorrow.
Germany trudged into the house, into his bedroom, then fell asleep in his bed. Italy knew that Germany wanted to leave quickly, and so did Italy. Since Germany was going alone, Italy only had Japan. And the quicker Germany left, the quicker he'd be back.
Italy smiled, proud of his work. "There, all finished!" he exclaimed. He didn't know if he would wake in time to see Germany off (but he did set his alarm clock (like that means anything!)), so he wrote a letter for Germany. Then he climbed into bed next to Germany and quickly dozed off.
Beep Beep Beep~ Click- BANG! Smoke wisped around Germany's head thanks to his gun. He waved his hands in front of his face to clear the smoke. He didn't need to look over to see Italy sleeping peacefully next to him. He could hear the deep breathing and feel the warmth of the body next to him. A small smile tugged at Germany's mouth. "No training for jou for avhile," Germany whispered. He may have imagined it, but it looked like Italy smiled a little.
"Grazie..." Italy muttered in his sleep.
Germany carefully slid out of bed, put on his uniform, and trudged down the hall and into the kitchen. He silently decided to have sausages and eggs for breakfast. Germany pulled out the ingredients, and soon enough, sizzling could be heard and a magnificent aroma could be scented. Next, clattering of dishes rang out.
Germany sat alone at a desk, making a list of what he would need for his trip while eating. After he finished writing, he finished eating and washed the dishes. Then Germany went to get his travel bag. When he found it, the bag was bulging! Germany opened it, wary of dangers. Fortunately, it just had clothes, food, and a couple of white flags, along with a letter. Curiously, Germany lifted up the paper. It read:
"Dear Germany,
Last night, I packed your bag. I packed the essentials; clothes, pasta, rice balls, sausages, water, and white flags. You never know when you'll need these!
Also, I wrote because I wasn't sure if I would get to see you off. If I don't, please don't die! Who would look after me?
I'll make lots of pasta for when you get back! And cheese! Oh, and sausages too! I'll get Japan to make you stuff also! I know you'll come back because you never want to miss out on the food!
Well, I don't know what else to say other than:
GOOD LUCK GERMANY!
See you around!
Your friend,
Italy Veneciano
(P.S. Bring a puppy back! Please?)"
Germany sighed with a faint smile. "Oh, Italy..." He folded the letter and placed it into his pocket. Germany eyed the mess in his bag and facepalmed. Italy probably just threw in the stuff he thought Germany would need.
Germany sat down with the bag. He pulled everything out, then started folding the clothes neatly. Then he replaced everything so it fit nicely, and he had extra room. He grabbed some pistols and packed them with his stuff. He tossed the list he made during breakfast into the wastebasket. Germany closed the bag. He sat back down and went over what he would do.
"I vill need about a veek, possibly less, to deal with deal vith zhis problem. I have everything I vill need, so I guess I should leave now..." Germany grabbed some extra ammo, stuck it in his bag, and walked solemnly to the door.
"Goodbye," Germany bade farewell. He turned heel and tromped out the door. And Italy slept on.
Germany decided it would be quickest to take the Kuberwagon since South America is so far from Germany's house. He tossed the bag into the back seat and he climbed into the driver's side. Germany looked up at the house. Italy was at a window, waving furiously. No, not a flag, but his hand. Though, he's had good practice with flags. Germany simply waved back, started the engine, then pulled away.
"Bye Germany! See you!" Italy called from the window. Germany sighed. He would be back soon enough.