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"Italy, have you gotten ready for the park today yet? I'm planning on going around 9 a.m. So it's still cool when we get there." Germany said.
"Germany, I was getting ready but I NEED YOU TO HELP ME! MY ZIPPER ON MY JACKET GOT STUCK!" Italy said.
Germany helped him and they went to the park. When they got there, Italy saw the frozen yogurt shop again. There he asked,
"Hey Germany, can we go to the frozen yog,''
''NO.'' Germany said.
Italy was quiet until they left then he asked if they could go to the store and get materials for homemade pasta.
''Fine, but only get things for pasta. I have to go get more.. more... ummm.. more... dishes yeah more cups and stuff like that.'' Germany said.
He just wanted to get away from him so he wouldn't ask for more things that he didn't need. He walked away, heading toward the home goods section.
'' Oh and Italy, meet me at the bench outside when you get done.'' Germany said.
Italy nodded, and ran toward the food section. On the top shelf, he saw a bag of flour. He reached and reached and finally got it. But fell because he climbed the shelves to get to it. After getting back up, he walked away and got the rest of the supplies for his pasta.
'' I wonder what he is doing.'' Germany thought. ''Should I look for him? No he should be fine, hopefully.''
Italy was looking for the last thing, dog treats. He wanted to give Germany's dogs a surprise. Germany was in the section where you can buy bikes. He wanted to give Italy a present for being a good friend top him. But he didn't want to be suspicious toward him so he just bought a new pillow as a gift. He check ed out and waited for Italy. He was STILL looking for the perfect dog treats for them. He found a brand of treats he had never heard of before and grabbed it. It was called '' Gooto Good Dog treats.'' He liked the name and wanted the dogs to try something new. But it was mostly for the name. Germany was still waiting for him, wondering what was taking so long. He wasn't surprised when Italy finally checked out and showed him the dogs treats even though he told him to only get things for pasta. But he let him off the hook this time because it was for his dogs. That night Italy made his pasta, and the dogs liked the treats Italy had bought them. Germany was getting ready for bed when Italy called him into his room.
''What is it Italy, I need it to be quick, I want an early start tomorrow.'' Germany said sternly.
'' There's something under my bed, it's creeping me out. Can you check and see what it is for me? Please!''
''Fine, but only once, I still have to finish something.'' Germany said.
Germany looked and saw something unusual. He reached underneath to try and grab it. It squealed and hissed when he touched it. He knew right away that it was a rat and pushed Italy's bed to see it and try to catch it. It scurried away, running into the hallway. Germany followed it closely and leaped to try to cup it in his hands, instead it ended with him landing on his chest. He sprang up and continued to chase it. All the while Italy was wrapped in his sheets and listened to the noise the rat was making, a high pitched squeal that hurt his ears. Germany saw the rat run under one of the couches. He pulled it out of the way very quick and dived to catch the rat. Finally, he had it in his hands. He released it outside and stomped to Italy's room.
"Italy, what was in here that made that rat come into my house? I'm not playing games this is serious.'' Germany said.
"I don't know.. It might have been the week old pasta on my night stand." Italy said.
Germany sighed, he picked the plate of pasta up of the night stand and took it to the kitchen and cleaned it. He told Italy to never leave dishes in his room and went to bed. The next morning Italy told Germany that he liked the pillow he got him and they ate pasta. Again.