Planning
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Italy walked out of the office, softly clicking the wooden door behind him shut. His head hung down and his eyes followed the path that his shoes took. Because he didn't look up, the Italian didn't notice the other countries standing there, and crashed into France, standing in the front.
"Italy! Didn't you see me standing there?" France asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"It was your fault, Frog." England muttered from somewhere behind him. France turned around to face England, ready to reply with another insult, when he realized that Italy was just standing there, head bowed.
"Italy?" Russia asked him in his soft voice. "What's wrong?"
Italy finally raised his head, and there were tears brimming in his amber eyes. "What happened to Germany?" He asked the group, with sadness lacing his voice. "His desk was messy! That's never happened!"
For a small moment there was a pause. Then America wrapped an arm around the small mans shoulders. "Let's have a party, then! Parties cheer up everyone!"
Romano was about to reply with some rude remark about parties and America, when Spain clamped a hand over his mouth, successfully silencing his protests. Slowly the countries began to nod, some with more reluctance than others. England raised his mop of eyebrows to the sky, impressed with America. He actually figured that out on his own?
The group slowly filed out of the building, with America at its head – with some talk about him being the hero – and into the soft warmth of the morning sun. When everyone was assembled outside, a heated discussion began about when to have the party and what part everyone would play in it.
Arguments were thrown about for a while, until Italy said, "Vee, Why don't we have it today? It's Doitsu's birthday!"
France's mouth dropped open. "It's Germany's Birthday?" He asked, to be sure that what he'd heard was correct.
Italy nodded his hair up and down, an easy smile on his face. Then a small frown appeared on his face. "Didn't Doitsu tell you?"
All of the countries shook their heads. "All right then!" America yelled for everyone to hear. "Let's get to work! First the place – Switzerland, we can surely have the party at your house, right?" Saying that he draped an arm around the blonde-haired man.
Switzerland shook him off, annoyed. "When did you get that idea?"
