His eyes fluttered open. Germany wasn't there. He got out of bed and put on his clothes. He skipped over to the stairs and ran down, into the hall. "Hey! Germaanyy!", Italy called.
No answer.
Where was Germany? Surely he couldn't have left already. It was only... 12:00? Oh, that's right! Germany always got up early, even on weekends. Maybe he went to the market? Maybe he got a call from work? Whatever it was he would come back, right?
Italy started to panic. He needed to occupy himself.
"I know! I'll go buy some flowers! I'll get red roses since Germany seemed to like them the last time."
So Italy put on his boots and set out down the shiny cobblestone road to a little flower store that he would stop by now and then when he got the urge to flirt with the shop owner and hang with the ladies.
"Hello, Veneziano!", the shop owner greeted cheerfully. "What brings you to my shop this morning?"
"Ciao, Celine! I'm going to buy a some flowers for a special person. He left early this morning but I'm sure he'll be a back soon."
"Oh, how sweet of you, I'm sure that lucky someone will be quite pleased.", she said smiling with a glint of sad knowledge in her eyes.
"Ve~ He's that smart muscely guy I talked to you about before!"
"Oh, really? I saw a guy like that one this morning. He had blue eyes, slicked back blonde hair, and he seemed of good stature, he was probably pretty toned too. That sound like him?
"Yup! Did you get a name?"
"He said his name was.. Ludwig?"
"That was him!"
Celine smiled. So this Ludwig was Germany, she had made the connection but wasn't quite sure. Gawd was Italy adorable, smiling so brightly, talking about his special someone. It was a bit concerning when that guy left this morning. But she had high hopes for him, and hoped he would make Italy happy in the end. Italy used to come here and talk about him a lot. He seemed so sad about it sometimes... But he seemed so happy about it now she just didn't want to say anything to ruin it.
"So what kind of flowers did you want?"
"Could you just get me a bouquet of red roses?"
"Of course!", she said as she rushed to get them.
She came back with the roses wrapped in some light blue tissue paper and tied at the end with a big, white, see-through bow.
"Take them, they're free today. But only to celebrate you and your Germany.'
"Ahh! Grazie, Celine. They're beautiful. I'm sure Germany will be happy!", he said leaving.
"I hope he comes back soon...", she waved to him from behind the counter.
He ran back to his house and put the roses in a little water so they would stay nice until he could give them to Germany.
"Oo! Now I'll make a cake and some pasta and.. this and that and.. yeah!"
So, Italy set off for the grocery store, which was seemingly far far away. But that was mostly because Italy had gotten a bit lazy. Once he got there he checked out the various produce and decided he didn't need but a few things for the rest was in his garden. So he grabbed some stuff before bumping into guess who at check out? Only, big brother France!
"Ohhonhon! 'Ello, Italy, vat do we 'ave here?", He said pointing to the basket Italy was holding his things in.
"Ciao, France! I am making some things for Germany."
"Eh? And you wouldn't invite the fabulous moi?"
"Uhmm.."
"I'm just kidding. So..", he said looking immensely perverted. " Is he very special to you?"
"Ve~! I love Germany."
"So, then are you going to do naughty things with him?"
"...", Italy blushed a little, he had thought about it before.
"Maybe.", he said, the pink that was swallowing up his cheeks quickly fading as he stopped thinking about it.
"Be careful, ok? But, If he doesn't want you, you can always come to me of course. Honhonohonohon. Just a joke... I will give you some books that I just happened to be carrying around by convenience and not because I knew this day would come sometime soon. Your man relies way too much on instruction books though, you might want to go for someone more experienced, seriously. Like you are waayyy to cute for him, but oh well.", He said handing him some weird books.
"Bye, France!". That was weird. Italy barely noticed that France and his usual perverted self was actually worse than usual, he was too busy thinking about how to make things nice for Germany. He went home and started making the best dish he could think of. He cooked and cleaned until around 6:00. Now that everything was done, the table set and the place looked spotless, he grabbed the bouquet and waited by the door. Germany would come back soon, so he would wait here. He waited and waited. The food would get cold too. He called Germany's house phone. No answer.
He sat quietly holding the bouquet of roses, nestled in between his chest and his knees. He had waited a long time now, it was almost 8:00... then 10:00... He had called Germany's house many times by now. Italy sort of knew he wasn't coming back but he refused to give up. He would sit here at the door until morning came if he had to. He leaned against the back wall and started to sob. He just sat there sobbing quietly, until he heard a knock at the door. He jolted up. Was it him? The tears momentarily stopped and he peeked through the door...
Cliff-hanger! Yay France! All talks with France involve perverted stuff. BWAHAHAHAHAHA, he may be perverted but when I see France act as a sort of guidance/ big brother character I feel compelled to read it. I failed to replicate that here I think, but it was worth a shot! Anyway thanks for all your support and I really like it when you review. It gives any writer an extra boost of inspiration. ~November
