Italy and Germany sat on the hill, eating pasta.
"Germany? What were you like when you were young?" Italy asked.
"Well…." Germany stalled, trying to think of an answer. "I don't really remember my childhood."
"Really?" Italy asked through a mouthful of pasta.
Germany nodded. "How about you, Italy?"
"I lived in Mr. Austria's house!" Italy said, smiling.
"What was it like?"
"It was really fun! I was almost always hungry, though."
Germany smiled slightly. "Sounds like you."
"Whenever I got really hungry, though, Holy Rome would feed me." Italy grinned.
"Holy Rome?" Germany didn't recognize the name.
"Mmm-hmm." Italy nodded. "We were really close."
For some reason, Germany felt a twinge of jealousy.
"Where is Holy Rome now?" Germany asked.
"He left for war a long time ago, and…" Italy stopped smiling.
They sat in silence for a while.
"Well," Germany started, hesitantly. "I suppose I should get back to work."
Italy nodded, and then grinned. "See you, Germany!"