Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, only this story concept. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Have fun.


The ride back was silent, but it was a comfortable sort of silence. The kind of silence you get when you're with someone you trust completely. I was about to doze off when I remembered a question I wanted to ask Gilbert. "What's the surprise? I really want to know," I said, excitement coursing through me.

"Nein liebling, if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise," he teased. I pouted and crossed my arms in a huff. "Keseseses, don't get mad liebe. It will be fun, I promise," he said, including that intoxicating laugh of his. I dropped the subject, but continued to glare at Gilbert from the passenger seat until we reached the house.

There were more cars parked in the driveway than usual, but otherwise it looked normal. The lights were off when we entered the living room, so I flipped them on. "SURPRISE!" screamed the people who jumped out in the living room. For the second time today I felt tears, but this time they were tears of joy.

In front of me were the smiling faces of all my friends. What added even more to the happiness was the pile of gifts in front of them. It was bigger than the one we had found in my room. The boxes were all different shapes and sizes, gift wrapped beautifully, and addressed to me. "Here (Y/N)-san. I think you should open this one first," says Kiku. He hands me a large box with red and white wrapping paper. I sit down and unwrap the gift slowly.

Inside was the complete series of a manga that had been destroyed by Victoria and Henry. My eyes widened as I realized the pile was made of gifts similar to this. "You guys are the best! You totally deserve this. Group hug," I scream. I jump into the group and pull as many people as I can into a hug. Soon everyone is hugging me and smiling.

"Alright, let's get this party started!" shouts a familiar voice. I look over to see an excited Alfred and an annoyed Arthur in the group hug. The hug breaks apart once the music starts and everyone begins to dance.

I work my way over to Alfred and Arthur, tapping Arthur on the shoulder. "So, who invited you guys?" I ask, yelling over the music. Arthur smiles at me, but Alfred moves to stand slightly behind him.

"Francis did, actually, that stupid frog. We were having a conversation when he told us about his friend's new girlfriend. Apparently she threatened to cut off a rather important body part in Spanish, French, and German. I asked what her name was and we all laughed when it was yours. He invited us to come and we figured it would be a good opportunity for someone to formally apologize," he explained, shooting a look towards Alfred.

"Yeah, sorry for running over you and all," Alfred said, rubbing the back of his head. I smiled and quickly forgave him. The rest of the party was a whirlwind of activity. We danced, opened more gifts, and drank late into the night. Sure, it was a Sunday night, but we could just skip school tomorrow.

Eventually everyone had to leave for home. I was slightly worried, considering all the alcohol, but there were no reports of drunk drivers on the news the next morning. I stumbled to bed and flopped down, I was pretty drunk off my ass. Gilbert flopped down right after me. "Good night, liebe," he whispered as I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to a familiar smell. The smell of heaven on earth, it was calling to me. I tried to get up, but was pinned to Gilbert's chest. Now, I had two options available to me. I could stay here and cuddle with my loving boyfriend. My second option was waking his ass up and getting a bowl of heaven. Yeah, I'm pretty sure we all know which one I'm choosing. "Gilbert, wake the hell up! I want pasta!" I shouted in his ear.

His eyes snapped open and he sat up, bringing me with him. "Did you have to yell, frau? I've got a major hangover," Gilbert groaned. At the mention of his hangover I became hyper aware of my own.

"Ugh, now my head hurts," I moan. Even though my head was pounding, the smell of pasta continued to tempt me. I give in to temptation and run out of the room, hearing Gilbert fall back down on the bed. My plan is to take Advil and then attack the pot of pasta. I freeze when I see Lovino watching the pasta instead of Feliciano.

"Oh, hey ragazza, if you want pasta you have to wait. Feliciano said no pasta until he and Ludwig get back," Lovino says to me. I nod slowly, a plan formulating in my head, as I walk towards the Advil. I pop a couple pills and walk out of the kitchen. I begin searching the house for a long piece of rope, which I find in the garage. I grab it and sneak back towards the kitchen where Lovino is still standing.

I sneak up behind Lovino, get the rope ready, and jump him. "La pasta รจ mio!" I scream as we hit the ground. Lovino struggles under me, screaming profanities in Italian, but I straddle him securely. By the time Gilbert comes down to see what the commotion is, Lovino is hog tied in the corner of the kitchen. I'm sitting on the counter, enjoying my third bowl of pasta.

"You tried to keep her away from the pasta, didn't you?" Gilbert asked Lovino when he saw the Italian.

"Just shut up and help me, potato bastard number two," growled Lovino. I sighed and nodded for Gilbert to let him go. "It's about damn time ragazza," Lovino yelled, jumping up. I shrugged and refilled my bowl.

Feliciano started crying and shouting when he and Ludwig got home. The only thing that shut him up was me shoving a forkful of pasta in his mouth. He calmed down significantly after that and smiled. I smiled back, finding comfort in the insanity.


I hope that was fun. Now I really want some of Italy's pasta. I'm running out of ideas, but don't worry, the creative juices will flow again. Update will come as soon as I can get it written. Thanks for reading.