Germany walked out of the house and into the middle of the training field. This was where he and Italy were watching the stars only a few short hours ago. He stood still, studying the stars carefully. They looked the same. Never moving. Never changing.
He sat in the bone-dry grass and continued to watch the unmoving sky. He waited What for? He didn't even know. Maybe he was waiting for God to slice the night with yet another shooting star? That sounded about right. The cool air hit his face, carrying his already-messy hair around in the wind. Who was she, he thought. He continued to wait, sighing at his thoughts.
"She looked familiar. Und she was so familiar it was weird…" His voice trailed off. He turned to the East to see a pink sky, followed by a large ball of orange – the sun. "Guess I just have to be patient and wait until tonight." He stood and watched as the sun grew out of the horizon and slowly started to rise.
"Italy, wake up." Italy's beautiful brown eyes fluttered open. Germany quit shaking Italy. Italy watched as the much more mature man loomed over him. "It's about time you woke up…." Italy sat up. He peered up into Germany's bright blue eyes.
"Good morning, Doitsu!" Italy exclaimed. Germany turned to the closet. He grabbed his hat and gloves in a quick snatch. "What are we doing today, Germany?" Italy asked cheerfully. Germany pulled a glove onto his hand.
"Training. Get up or you'll be late." Germany pulled on the other jet-black glove. He faced the little Italian who was still sitting in the bed. He pulled his hat on; he went over to Italy. Italy remained staring off into space. Germany put his hand on the messy brown locks of Italy's hair. Italy glanced up to Germany. "Don't be late." Germany muttered. He let his hand slide off Italy's head as he walked away. The door closed in a loud bang behind him.
Italy stood and gazed out the window. He pulled his sailor-style training shirt on, followed by his pants. His stomach growled. "Pasta…" Italy groaned to himself in a hungry tone.
"Count off!" Germany cried out.
"Uno!"
"Ni!"
Germany nodded and crossed his arms. They started their training with running. Italy ran a few paces behind Germany and Japan, watching them carefully, Italy sped up slightly to be next to Germany. Germany had a serious look on his, as if he were in deep thought.
"Germany! When are we having lunch, Germany?" Italy asked cheerfully. Germany glanced to him and sighed.
"After we get at least something done. We're practicing with the grenades again, since you can't seem to grasp the concept of them." Germany responded.
Italy was lying in the field, tired out from the day's training. He anxiously waited for Germany to join him. The stars seemed brighter. "Uno, due, tre…" Italy started to count the little spots. He pointed at each as he counted. "Sedici, diciassette…." Italy stopped counting.
"You'll never be able to count every star. No one can." Germany muttered, intending for Italy to stop counting.
"Hello, Doitsu!" Italy responded cheerfully, not moving from his lazy position on the earth. Germany laid beside him. "Ve~!" Italy whispered, hugging Germany.
"Get off of me, Italy." Germany nudged Italy away. He examined the sky carefully, waiting for a shooting star.
"Doitsu, do you really believe in wishing too…?" Italy asked, staring intently at Germany.
Germany didn't move. Was he really hoping that a silly star would help him? What was he thinking? "I… I'm not sure, really." Germany replied. Italy turned back to the black void above them.
After an hour, Italy jumped up. "Ve~! Look, Germany!" A bright star with a long flaming trail soared through the sky. "You wish now, Doitsu!" Italy cheered.
Germany was relieved. "Finally…" He whispered to himself. "I wish that…." – Germany thought for a moment – "… that I can figure out my life…." He said louder.
Italy sat up and cocked his head at Germany. "Ve…?"
Chapter two finished. Hope you enjoyed! R&R. To those of you who don't know, Italy was counting in Italian when he was counting the stars.