I was pushed out the door when it got late, and I walked to Germany's house. It was a lot bigger than my tiny room. I knocked on the door as Germany was there.
"Hey, how are you?" She seemed not to remember that Russia knocked her out.
"I am great," I said back walking into her house.
"Italy came over and is making pasta for us," she said with a sigh.
I laughed. "I like Italy's pasta," I told her, and Germany looked at me like I was crazy.
"Really?" she asked.
I nodded and walked in. Italy was in the kitchen singing an Italian song. "Hey Italy," I smiled walking in. "How are you?" Italy stopped for a moment to look at me.
"I am fine, Grazie (Thank you)." He smiled.
Germany walked in and rubbed her head. "My kitchen is so dirty now!"
I giggled at Germany, "It is fine I will help you out."
Italy was done making "his" pasta and made us sit down with the best Italian wine. Germany, Italy, and I ate the smooth noodles and juicy sauce. Italy went through four bowls of pasta before he was full. I only ate one bowl of pasta and sat waiting for them to be done.
"You are usually really hungry America. Is there something wrong? Like are you sick or something?" Germany asked. She was concerned for me. I was just fine, well besides the hiding the memories thing, but just fine. Italy got up and started to clean the plates and other things off the table.
"Thank you Italy," I smiled at him. He just nodded and walked into the kitchen. "What is up with him?" I asked. Germany shrugged her shoulders and helped Italy out. I went in and helped putting away the plates. We got it done in half the time, but Germany kept cleaning the kitchen. Italy waved goodbye to me and Germany, then left. I sat down on the couch that was different from mine.
"Hey, is everything okay? I know I have been asking, but really, there is something wrong?"
I looked up at her and half-smiled. "Nothing is wrong, Germany, but... I don't remember how you and Sweden became my masters." I told her.
