Comic Strip
Pact of Steel
"Wait, Holy Roman Empire!" Italy called out.
The boy turned, his blush covering his cheeks. He could hardly keep his lips from quivering. He was such an idiot! Why did he ever kiss Italy? He almost wanted to hit himself with the broom he held, but contained himself. "What is it?"
Italy ran over to him, face worried. "You promise to come back? You really promise?"
Holy Roman Empire looked down to the pavement. "Yeah," he looked back up, "I promise. I really promise!" He lifted his right hand, his left holding onto the broom. "Anyways, g- g- show me your pinky finger."
Italy cocked his head. He held out his pinky and watched Holy Roman Empire. "Like this?"
Holy Roman Empire's heart skipped a beat. I can't believe I'm doing this! His hand shook as he locked his pinky with Italy's and continued. "I promise I'll come back! I promise!"
"So what is this exactly?" Italy asked, looking at their hands.
"Pinky swear," Germany answered, also looking at their entwining fingers. "Apparently, this is how promises are made in Japan." He let go of Italy and continued speaking. "Italy, our missions are going to be more dangerous than ever. Let's form an agreement. I'll aid you whenever you're in a pinch, so stop worrying." He looked down at the ground.
Italy listened to Germany, studying his lingering hand.
"Also, you have to do the same for me. Not that I'll be expecting much."
Italy smiled happily. An agreement with Germany, huh?
