Italy carefully opened his eyes, soaking in the warmth of the morning. He turned his head when he had noticed that the German he had climbed into bed with last night was not still there with him and sighed. He remembered the fight he had had with his brother and how he had run straight to Ludwig's house, not knowing where else to go. Germany had yelled at him at first for disturbing him at such a late hour, but agreed to let him stay after hearing what had happened.
Feliciano sighed once more and pulled himself out of bed. He walked to the next room over where Germany kept his spare clothes. After changing into a pair of jeans and t-shirt he started down the stairs, the smell of something cooking in the kitchen waking him up a bit. He trudged into the kitchen and stood still watching the German for a minute before announcing his arrival.
"Buongiorno Germany." He greeted solemnly.
The taller man turned around. "Good morning to you Italy. How did you sleep?" He asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
The Italian simply shrugged. "I was up every so often but fine I suppose."
Germany sighed. "I know you're stressed but you also need to take care of yourself. I will let you out of training for today but if you are still staying here tomorrow you need to at least do your laps."
Italy nodded slowly in agreement as the taller man brought the meal over to the table and began eating. Feliciano only seemed to play with his food, moving it around the plate as if it was a toy you couldn't touch. Germany noticed this, knowing full well that the younger Italian sometimes lost his appetite when he was really upset. He let it slide this once, making sure that he would have the Italian eat later on, even if he had to feed it to him.
The day dragged on for a while, Germany did housework, trying not to add to Italy's stress and just let him keep the dogs entertained. Italy was grateful that his workload, if it could be called that, was rather simple. All he had to do was play with dogs and keep them entertained. That was pretty easy. Plus, the dogs helped to distract him. He knew he would have to apologize to his brother for what he said and for running away, but he knew Lovino wouldn't want to see him for a while. Feliciano honestly doubted his brother would want to see him before their birthday party, which was now less than a week away.
Every year the Italian brother duo had a birthday party together. One year they would have a small party, only inviting who they wanted and the next year they would have a huge party, inviting anyone they could think of whom they didn't both hate. This year was one of the latter. Everyone had already been invited and everything had been planned out, and now Italy sat alone with Germany's dogs, wondering if they were even going to have the party at this point.
"What would be the point? Roma is mad at me..he won't want to talk till after our birthday either. What am I supposed to do?" These thoughts repeated in his head for a while until Germany cleared his throat rather loudly, pulling Italy out of his thoughts. The German only stated his intent when Italy looked up at him.
"I need to go to the market, would you like to come with me and get out of the house for a while?" The German offered.
Italy thought the option over, he didn't like the slim chance of meeting his brother at the store, but he agreed anyhow and slid on his shoes. They both went out and climbed into Germany's car, arriving before long. They spent longer than they had anticipated at the store, trying to lighten the mood of the situation and just have fun together. Italy insisted they call Japan over and all go out to eat together like they had used to. After a while of convincing, Germany finally agreed to call the older nation as soon as they arrived home.
Italy skipped through the front door of Germany's house, swinging the bags he had carried wildly. Germany shouting at him all the while. Italy was quickly distracted by the dogs once more and, as soon as the groceries were away, Germany had called Japan, explaining the situation and where they were planning to eat. After agreeing that he could make it they hung up and Germany went to join the Italian who was currently be attacked with dog kisses.
Italy couldn't help but to laugh at the affection the dogs were showing him. He laid sprawled out on the floor, waving his hands around in a crazed manner, trying to get the dogs to stop for even a moment so he could catch his breath from all the laughing he had been doing.
Germany simply sat on the nearby couch, a small smile forming on his lips as he watched his dogs play with the other man. He let the Italian lay like that for a while before finally calling off the dog kisses onslaught and ordering the Italian to go get cleaned up before they had to leave. Italy nodded and stood up, quickly heading for the stairwell and doing as Germany instructed.
He cleaned his face of the dog slobber and changed into clothes that would be more fitting to be seen in at a restaurant before rejoining the German on the first floor. After they slid their shoes on they scanned the house to make sure everything had been turned off before heading out to Germany's car. They rode in silence together until the pulled up to the parking lot. Japan had arrived before them and was waiting for them outside. Italy's face had lit up upon seeing his friend and he waved happily through the car window.
After the car had been parked Feliciano quickly jumped out and dashed over to the Japanese man, quickly enveloping him in a hug. Kiku stood in shock for a moment before returning the affection carefully. After a few minor greetings, they all went inside together to eat and attempt to forget what was going on, if only for a few hours.
