A/N: This could be better. A lot better. I promise you I can -probably- actually write Germany, and I /know/ I can actually write Italy. I just… can't write fluff. Not right now, anyway. You'll get some later on, I promise - H is planned and something that I am certain I'll be able to write some good fluff for, after all - but… I don't know. This didn't come out at all as I expected, and is just proof that I need to get back into the practice of writing happy things. That's all.

Anyway, sorry for the length, and sorry for the overall forced happy of it. I tried, I really did.

Please to enjoy!

- Kanki

"Ve~ Germany! Germany! Come see!"

Ludwig sighed. What was it now? Whatever it was, it could wait. He had work to do. Work that didn't involve listening to frivolous Italians. So he grumbled out something that sounded vaguely like 'not now, Italy' and went back to work.

"Germany! Germany, come see!"

He sighed.

"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssseeeee?"

He stood up from his chair and went to the doorway, annoyance clear on his usually strictly guarded features. "What is it, Italy?"

"I can't tell you, you have to see it! It's no fun if you don't come see it!"

"I don't have time for fun, I have to work."

"You never have time for fun!"

"Of course I don't. We're in a war, Italy! Or had you forgotten? SOME of us have to work. We can't surrender all day like you do!"

"Why not?"

"We just can't! Now leave me be."

"Awwwwww."

But, thankfully, the Italian was quiet after that.

For a time.

Ludwig had managed to get half-way through what was sure to be a very important, not-to-be-ignored, and filled with orders letter when he heard a high-pitched sound very much like a shriek coming from where he had left the annoying, in-the-way, useless, rather dim Feliciano. Who he was most certainly not worried about in the least. No, it was only the fact that they were allies, that caused him to dash out of his office and over to where he heard the sound so fast that he knocked over his chair and forgot to shut the door. It was definitely not because of any fondness he felt towards the smaller nation. Of course not. He didn't care, not really, and even if he had they were allies and at war and it wouldn't be right, and he boss would disapprove. So of course it had nothing to do with any non-existent feelings that he didn't hold.

Still, whatever his motivations, he bolted out of his office and down the hall - completely un-worried, only doing his job and checking up on his ally, nothing more.

So, when it turned out the 'shriek' would be better described as a 'shriek-like explosion of giggling laughter' it is easy to imagine the irritated lecture Ludwig then found building up within him. He had opened his mouth to deliver this lecture - one which would surely chasten the nation against such acts in the future, and which would surely involve lots of shouting and generally taking out all the annoyances he had suffered the past week on the nation - he was stopped by that damnable wide smile spreading across Italy's face.

"Germany! You came to see!"

And now he was doing that thing where he clung to Germany's arm, smiled, and made that weird 've' noise that Ludwig had yet to discover the origins of.

"I did not come to see. I came to… uhm..." damnit, why wasn't he better at lying? "To get you to go out and train. You need to stop wasting your time like this, after all." Yes, that was a perfectly good excuse.

"But… Germany, we've already trained today. It's nearly time for my siesta!" Italy pointed out.

… okay, maybe it wasn't the best excuse Ludwig had ever come up with after all.

"Anyway, now that you're here, do you want to see?"

"Want to see what, Italy?"

"What I wanted to show you, of course!"

A sigh. "Fine. What is it?"

"No! You have to sound enthusiastic! Tell me you want to see!"

And now he was glaring, but the little nation seemed not to notice at all, and Ludwig was still trying to pry him off his arm, but it wasn't working at all, so maybe he'd have to give in, just a little bit, just this time.

"Okay, Italy. I want to see what you have to show me."

"Do you really want to see?"

"Yes, just show me already!"

"Are you suuuuuuure?"

"Show me or I'm leaving!"

And, of course, Feliciano pouted at that, and his expression was so sad that Ludwig almost - almost - gave in, but not quite.

"Just… just show me, okay? I … I really want to see… whatever it is you have to show me."

Okay, so he totally cracked under Feliciano's - most likely faked - pout.

His questions about the truth in the pout were answered as Feliciano dropped the sad airs and happily pulled out a small, bright pink bottle which Ludwig would later recognize as a Mr. Bubble bubble bottle, inserted his finger, drew out the florescent yellow wand and blew big, opaque bubbles right into Ludwig's face, grinning that big, stupid grin - which he was not fond of at all - and giggling that high-pitched giggle - which was utterly annoying and in no way endearing - the whole time.

Ludwig was all set to yell at him for that to, but just like his previous shouting lecture got cut off, he couldn't bring himself to reprimand the Italian when he looked that happy, so he just looked gruff and generally grumpy and allowed Feliciano to drag him about and display his bubble blowing skills all over the house.

And thus he managed to waste and entire two hours blowing bubbles with his frivolous Italian ally instead of answering the sure to be of upmost importance letter from his boss.

Oh well. The letter could wait, anyway.

A/N: Well, there ya go. Like it? Hate it? Tell me in a review, yes? I love feedback, and I can always use it, especially when entering a new fandom like I am here.

Coming Soon:

C - Curse

There's something wrong with France's wine…

No pairing.

Crack, I suppose?