Enjoy chapter 5! Wow, the tale of Herr Schtick was a lot longer than I thought…
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Chapter 5
-Ally-
World War II.
Germany rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Finally his long unrequited vengeance would be satisfied!
"This is amazing Herr Schtick! We are successfully advancing. Now it's France's turn to lose the war…" Herr Schtick, as usual, said nothing, but this didn't discourage Germany one bit. At last, France would be the one making him cuckoo clocks. They seemed silly but you'd be surprised how much work it required to actively run a cuckoo clock business for one of the most annoying countries in the world.
However, Italy had a different opinion. As he watched the German troops marching towards the oncoming battle, he couldn't help but feel a bit upset. Although Germany was his friend, France was his older brother. And family always comes first-after food, anyway, the Italian thought as his mind wandered lazily to the thought of a delicious, cheesy bowl of pasta…
Italy decided to make a batch of pasta, although every time it was hard deciding which sauce he wanted. Marinara, alfredo, pesto, fettuccine, penne, linguine, spaghetti- the possibilities are endless! The nation thought to himself. And cooking always calmed him down with the delicious smells wafting through the house. He soon settled into the familiar routine of cooking up a culinary masterpiece that would put any Olive Garden to shame. As he settled down to eat the freshly made delight, Italy decided to set some aside for Germany. And talk to him about this scary war business. What did Big Brother ever do to him, anyway?
Meanwhile, Germany watched in slightly frightening delight as the troops marched towards victory. He gripped Herr Schtick tighter in his excitement. Although he would never admit it, Germany sometimes (privately) started squealing when he got excited about something. "THIS IS IT HERR SCHTICK! I can taste the sweet victory already…." Germany exclaimed as his voice rose an octave or two. He could only watch on the edge of his seat with a giddy grin on his face when suddenly…
*Ding dong*
Germany groaned. Who could possibly interrupt him at the best part?! He had a war to win!
The knocking increasingly grew more frantic until Germany reluctantly left his perch to answer the door. Someone had better be dying...
Indeed, Italy was visibly upset about something. And when he was upset, it was either over something incredibly stupid or incredibly earth-shattering.
Even through his obvious distress, the sunny Italian forced a smile. "Hiya Germany! I was just stopping by and...and.." Italy's happy facade slipped away as he began crying and blubbering. Worried, Germany took Italy inside and awkwardly tried comforting the nation. Truth be told, since they met on that fateful day Germany had taken to caring about Italy, though he had been infuriating at times. Knowing that the nation often spoke gibberish when he was upset, he listened closely to the ongoing rant.
Hmmm..let's see..."France".."World war"..."Big brother"? ..."Germany"... "pasta"..."nom nom nom"?!
Ah, I see what this is about..
"Excuse me Italy...that is all quite unfortunate but please give me a moment..." The German quickly excused himself to find Herr schtick.
"So that's the big deal! What am I supposed to do?!" Germany sighed, ending a long rant about the whole deal to Herr Schtick. During the long session of guy talk, mostly on Germany's part, not once did Herr Schtick object to his opinions. Such a good listener…
Herr Schtick regarded him thoughtfully. To any other person, the stick seemed to be sitting there. But this was no mundane stick. Finally, after a moment, Herr Schtick looked at Germany, staring as if to say search for the answer within. Finally, Germany received an epiphany and he knew exactly what to do. "Danke Herr Schtick! You're the best ally anyone could ask for!" Germany cried, pulling his friend into a warm embrace. As usual, Herr Schtick did not respond but deep down, Germany knew in his wooden heart he appreciated it.
With newfound confidence, Germany strolled into the living room where Italy sat listlessly, his eyes slightly puffy and red as he stared at the television. Wordlessly, Germany took a seat beside the Italian and (awkwardly) put his arm around the fragile being. "Don't worry," the German said softly. "I know someone who can help us."
-end of chapter five-