Chapter 10: Serious Feli and Happy Italy

The two Italians, like everyone else, had gotten home extremely late. Feliciana ended up having to carry Italy on her back since he refused to get out of the car to open the door. When the two got to the door, Italy reached his hand to the lock and slowly turned the key until they heard a click.

"Where's your bed?" Feliciana was just as exhausted as Italy but she was somehow able to support him up the entire time.

Italy pointed toward a door in the hallway to their left then collapsed his head onto her shoulder making Feliciana flinch in pain. They got to the door and Feliciana kicked it open with her foot, subsequently waking Italy back up in the process.

When they got to the bed she dropped Italy in it. He then smiled and took off his work shirt making Feliciana blush and turned away to walk towards the door when she stopped. She thought to herself "where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Um Italy, where do I sleep?" Italy looked at her with a spaced out and confused face, and then he started to freak out after the sudden realization that he hadn't prepared a room for his new roommate.

"Waaahhhhh! I forgot to set up a room for you!"

He started to cry and Feliciana didn't understand why. Then she remembered that she used to be the same way before the war had begun.

She tried comforting him by telling him it was alright and that she doesn't need a bed to sleep in for the night.

"Do you have a couch?"

"Eh…" He awkwardly started to rub the back of his head. "I spilled tomato sauce on it and haven't really cleaned it up yet."

Feliciana thought of the options she had but it just hurt her brain, she didn't care if she had to sleep outside by now, then Italy looked up and smiled at her.

"Ve~~~ you can sleep with me!" Italy offered this to her like it was a normal request though Feliciana was completely taken aback by his offer.

"Ah…Isn't that weird?" She thought he was joking.

"Why? I sleep with Germany all the time and he doesn't seem to mind." Again Feliciana looked back before the war when she did the exact same thing.

"T-That's different. You two are of the same gender so…" Italy couldn't catch a clue even though it was hitting him right in the face.

"How's it different?"

By this time Feliciana didn't want to argue anymore so she just accepted his offer and decided to tackle any issues that crossed her later.

"Never mind, I'll just sleep here for the night. Can you move over a bit?" She slid into the covers and stayed on the edge of the bed.

Italy put his head on his pillow and whispered quietly "I'm glad I met you." It was only moments later that they both fell asleep.

Prior to waking up, Feliciana felt a hand around her waist and almost punched Italy in the face thinking he was a strange pervert in her bed when she remembered the real situation she was in. It was around seven thirty and she was still extremely tired but this was the normal time that Monika would wake everyone up for training. It felt kind of nice just to be able to lie down without having to be worried of being blown up or yelled at, though it was short lived when Italy's door swung open and a tall German man and Monika came in.

The two Germans looked at the Italians in shock as Feliciana tried to find the words to explain the situation.

"What the hell?" Monika boomed angrily.

"Uh.. This isn't what it looks like. I didn't have anywhere else to sleep so he offered me his bed."

"Why didn't you just sleep on the couch out there!?" Monika pointed out of the room.

"He said that he spilled pasta on it and hadn't cleaned it up yet."

Germany gave a look of confusion. "The couch is as clean as any other couch." Feliciana looked at the sleeping Italy with fire in her eyes.

"You pervert!" She shook Italy back and forth, waking him up in a mix of confusion and fear.

"W-what did I do?" He looked innocently at Feliciana.

"You know what you did! You told me that the couch was dirty!" She stood up out of the bed.

Italy just looked at her with a puppy dog face. "I'm sorry, but I knew Germany would be working all night and I didn't want to be alone." Feliciana looked at him again, only this time with understanding.

"Well…Just don't lie to me like that again. I would have happily slept in your bed if you had only told me why you wanted me to."

Germany looked at Feliciana with surprise. She was much more stern and ready to fight than Italy ever was. It was hard to think that they were technically the same person.

"Italy it's time for training. Get up now and I'll see you outside in ten minutes." He doubted that Italy would actually come out by then but Monika knew that Feliciana would be out in a matter of minutes.

Italy just fell back onto his pillow and fell back asleep after Germany left. Feliciana chuckled to herself, thinking back of all the times she did the same thing. "He's going to get angry with you."

"Ve~Ve~Ve~." He fell back asleep much to Feliciana's dismay.

Feliciana looked at him with her hands on her hips. "Ya know one day you're going to have to fight and nobody will be around to help you."

"What are you talking about? I'll always have Germany." He smiled at her with a mixture of innocence and sleepiness.

Feliciana grew frustrated with her double so she did the only thing she could think of. "If you don't get up now I'll take a butterfly knife and cut off your curl!" She grabbed it causing him to become red in the face with embarrassment. How could an Italian do that to another Italian?

She took a butterfly knife out of her pocket and put it next to his curl. "Are you going to get up for Mr. Germany?" He nodded in fear and slid away from Feliciana.

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek as an apology which only reddened his face even more. "She's almost as scary as a German." Italy thought to himself as he got dressed as quickly as possible.

Feliciana left the room to search for a quick breakfast before having to go out. She hadn't eaten since they left the hospital so she was dying for something to eat when the aroma of sweet herbs and spices hit her nostrils, causing her to nearly faint. The kitchen was full of cabinets filled with different pastas, spices, herbs, wines, and almost everything else an Italian would ever want. It had been so long since she had seen so much food in one place; she stepped in and became lost in the desire to just eat all of it. She came up to a bread pantry and pulled out a long thing of toasted bread and ripped a piece off just to nibble on. It was the most delicious thing she had had in years but just as she was about to put the bread back, Italy came into the room.

Feliciana turned around and put the bread behind her back, facing Italy with the guilty face of a thief. "I-Italy, how long have you been standing there?"

Italy looked at her and then at the crumbs on her face. He walked toward her and grabbed her hands. Feliciana looked at him with her eyes widened like full moons as he pulled her hands back forward, revealing the bread.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. It's just that…" Before she could finish Italy gave her a big hug, startling her beyond speech.

"W-what are you doing?" She stuttered out.

Italy stepped back from his hug and smiled at her like the Italian he was. "I was giving you a hug."

"Why? Aren't you mad at me?" She looked down at the bread thinking Italy would become infuriated, but he just smiled, took the bread, and broke it between the two.

"Why would I be mad at a pretty girl like you? I know you've been through a lot with that war Monika talked about." He bit a chunk out of his bread as he sat down on the floor.

Feliciana looked at Italy with intrigue, and then sat down with him. "It is. In fact, I haven't seen a plate of pasta much less this much food in years." Italy looked at her in horror when she said this.

"Waaahhhhhhhh?! That's worse than having to eat English food! Is the war really that bad?"

Feliciana looked at him and sighed. "All my food went to other people around the world. I don't eat much anymore anyways."

Italy couldn't dream of a world without food. He got up and dragged Feliciana up with him. "Vee~~~ let's make pasta!"

Feliciana looked at him in wonder. "Don't we have to go outside and train?"

Italy pulled her toward the stove. "Why? Don't you want pasta?"

Feliciana knew that Monika would get angry with her, but the thought of eating pasta again made her mouth water. Her stomach won the fight and she began cooking with Italy, leaving the Germans and the Japanese outside to wait for them. It was almost like there never was any war to begin with and that made her happy.

- It's hard to think of an Italian being serious but you have to remember how awful their war is. I had to redo this chapter theoretically one hundred times before I was remotely happy with it. Thank you MCR and Coldplay for getting me through this chapter :3. I'm going to be out of town for a little while so it's going to be a few days before another update. Sorry guys. :/