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Have I chosen the wrong person?

The question slipped into Germany's mind when he saw the wet (flooded) floor, a dancing washing machine, endless sea of bubbles and a drenched Italy in the washing room. Italy was silent (unusual) while the washing machine was moving its body like it was in a Rumba competition.

A minute ago Germany was still silently did his paper works by the next room when suddenly Italy 'veee~! Germany, Germany, help~!'ed.

"What happened?" Germany asked, knowing he needed not to ask, but nevertheless, he asked.

"… I… just want to help you wash… your new uniform… vee~… but…" Italy whispered, clearly feeling scared and guilty. "… this happened, and I don't know what to do…"

Germany looked over the small boy. The washing machine's door (A/N: I don't know what that is called. I am Feliciano number 2) was opened. Italy had washed the whole thing without closing the damn thing.

"Why didn't you close the lid?" Germany asked sternly, pointing one of the mistakes.

"Vee… which lid?"

Germany sighed. "and these bubbles… how many detergent you put inside the thing?"

"vee… it said full, so I filled the whole thing with it. I used two boxes, I guess… vee…. Is it not enough?"

"…hh… and which power did you use?"

"I use… vee… the strongest? Because I want your uniform to be very clean. Vee~… am I wrong?"

Germany sighed, put off the switch and looked around. It was full of bubbles and water, wet, just like a bathtub in a size or a small pantry. He went nearer, and he saw Italy flinched.

He understood Italy felt really guilty. The little boy didn't even dare to see his face. He was a bit trembling and sobbing. Germany couldn't see the sobbing face of the small boy, but he knew if he saw it, he will melt in a second. So he pretended he didn't care about the sobs.

And he was relieved he did. Because when he found his new green uniform turned white, he wanted to murder himself.

*****

"Because you broke the machine, we need to wash the whole laundry by hand now." Germany sighed, while scrubbing some dirt from the bed cover by hand and a scrub. "I'll scrub these, you help me put them on the water and rinse."

"…vee~."

Italy obediently rinsed the white cover on his hand, immersing it into the water and pulled it up. He wasn't very talkative (unusual) and stared at his feet the whole time.

Germany felt bad. He didn't mean to make Italy that sad. He just wanted to give the small boy a lesson to be responsible (and for once in his life, use that cute head of his). He couldn't let Italy go doing some mistakes. Italy needs to be disciplined.

But the silence felt rather awkward and strange. Somehow, by the absent of the usual cheerful (stupid) funny statement of Italy, everything went dull. SRACK, SRACK, the sound of his (Germany's) hand scrubbing the dirt was the only thing that told him he was still alive.

"Italy…"

"…ve..?" Italy looked up, eyes bulging, swollen from crying too much. Germany's chest fell.

"Look, I know you are sad because you think I am still mad at you. But I am fine now. I know you understood what mistake you made, so I forgive you. Don't… cry anymore."

Italy nodded, but the smile hasn't returned. So Germany, out of his desperate attempt, took some soapy water and blew a bubble.

"Look! A bubble!" he blushed on his weird voice.

Italy followed his friend's sound and found a flying bubble in front of him. It was sparkly, soapy and pretty. He smiled, cheered up. Just the moment he wanted to touch it, it popped.

He looked like he was ready to cry again. Germany bite his lips and wanted to blew another one, but suddenly Italy laughed.

"Bubble! Vee ~ They are so pretty!" Italy vee~d gleefully, blew another set of bubbles.

Germany grinned. "yes, they are." Like you. But he didn't say that aloud.

The washing session continued to be a one-man-art-performance from Italy. Germany didn't know how (and God bless him if he knew) but in a minute Italy had made a set of dogs from sticky set of bubbles. And then necklaces. And then bicycle. And then monkeys. And then… (of course) pasta.

Italy was completely cured from his previous sadness.

*****

When they were all ready (Germany needed to make sure everything was cleaned and properly dried before they took the laundry for natural drying process), they took the baskets of laundry to the backyard.

"I know how to do this!" Italy smiled and grabbed the first laundry, "I can do it on my own, watch, vee~!!!"

"… fine." Germany was happy to see his (lover, no, not yet) little Italy had became so animated. Italy glowed while flung the white shirt on top of the rope line.

And of course, Italy being Italy, he missed the rope and the white shirt flew down gracefully onto the grass. It was dirtied once again.

"…veee…~!!!!!" Italy quickly took it off the grass, "Vee! Five seconds rule!!!!"

Germany laughed in his head. He took the shirt from Italy. "I'll show you and you'll learn. Watch."

Germany perfectly did what a good housewife does with her laundry. Italy vee~d and did it. Practice makes perfect. In the end, everything was hanging safely by the ropes (one time Italy forgot to use the clips and everything fell onto the grass when suddenly a gush of wind blew).

"vee…. I am glad it's finish!" Italy laughed. "It felt sooo good! Veeee~!!!!"

Italy danced through the hanging laundry. Germany was smiling as he watched his little (lover, of how good it was if only he could call Italy his lover) Italy jumping on the wind, playing with the hanged clothes like it were some kind of imaginary world.

"Good job, Italy. What do you want then? I will give you a reward."

"… one thing." Suddenly Italy blushed. "Just tell me one thing. Three words."

Germany blushed. Three? Is Feliciano thinking what he was thinking?

"Tell me…" Italy smiled, "'You did well. Tell me I did a good job. Tell me you think I am useful. Veee~?"

Germany sighed, blushed, half disappointed but half relieved.

"Why?"

"Because I want to be useful only for you!" Italy smiled. Without thinking, Italy had shown the blond taller man how important he was in Italy's mind.

Germany grinned (can he?). "… Fine. You did well, Italy. You are very important to me."

Yes, he knows he had chosen the right person.

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