As Greece walked down the small, but fairly crowded street, he decided on an austere brown house next. As if to ensure that intruders did not step on his (remarkably well-kept) lawn, there was a knee-high barbed wire fence around Germany's front yard. Greece, completely ignoring this, lazily stepped over the fence and walked straight through Germany's yard, swerving to avoid an oak tree in the center. He almost felt bad for leaving such a trail of footprints through the German's lawn, but he really couldn't be bothered to walk all the way around such a large yard on the hard concrete. Glancing back, he saw that the otherwise perfect green patch had a swath cut through it, the grass was trampled, having been stepped on by Heracles and his feline followers. Wincing slightly, Greece pulled the black cord hanging next to the door and bells echoed through the well-built house.
Stomps approached the door, and moments later it was swung open by a blond-haired, blue-eyed man, who looked a bit angry about something. But then, when didn't Germany look angry? Of course, it wasn't often that you saw an angry man who was also wearing an apron that read, "Kuss der Koch" with a small Italian flag below it. Noticing Greece's looks, Germany angrily tore off the offending apron, and said, "What is it Greece?" Then he saw the lawn behind the sleepy-eyed Greek. "What is this? First you interrupt ou- my cooking, and then you tramp across my lawn?! Have some respect!"
Greece thought that maybe this wasn't the best time to ask Germany for money. But, he had to, his president had been very clear on that. Greece yawned and cleared his throat, "Sorry about that." He said, gesturing behind him, "Uhh, say, you don't suppose I could borrow some money, do you?" Seeing the look of disgust on Germany's face and the motion of him stepping back to slam the door in Greece's face, Greece hurriedly continued, "Well, you see, you're so rich, and I'm making cutbacks at home, but I really, really just need a little money before I can be fine. Please?" To ensure that Ludwig didn't follow through on his thought to shut the door, Greece stepped inside hurriedly. Germany sighed.
"I suppose you'd better come in then." He said resignedly. He picked up his apron from the ground, and walked back into the kitchen.
"Thank you." Heracles said as he followed Ludwig into the warmly colored kitchen. There was a pot of water on the stove with pasta in it, and a pan of tomato sauce was next to it. Feliciano was stirring both of the pots. Simultaneously. Nobody said that that boy was bad at cooking, just everything else.
"Hey~ Heracles! It's so nice to see you!" Feliciano immediately dropped both spoons and ran over to where Greece was standing to hug him. Greece patted him awkwardly on the head, especially when he saw Germany's glare directed at him. After a hug that Greece would have had end much sooner than it had, Feliciano went back to the stove and immediately picked up where he'd left off, only this time he was chopping mushrooms with one hand while stirring. Heracles paused for a moment, thoroughly impressed with the otherwise irresponsible man's cooking skill.
"Anyway." Greece began again, "Could I please borrow some money, Germany?"
Germany looked like he was considering for a minute or two, debating back and forth in his head, most likely. "How about you just sell me some of your uninhabited islands instead?" He asked ambitiously.
Greece's mouth fell open in a rare display of shock. "W-what?" The tan Greek grabbed his hair where said islands were located. "I'm using this hair! And those islands! No way!"
Germany looked disappointed. "It was worth a try." He stared off into space again, considering all the factors. Finally, just as Heracles had been about to fall asleep, Ludwig said, "Well, we have an election coming up soon, so I might be changing bosses, and my current boss, she probably won't do much because of that. But, if you really need it, we can vote on it and probably give you some aid. With interest of course."
Heracles grinned sleepily. "Thank you so much Germany." He said, "You two have fun making your…pasta. I know the way out." And with that, the brown eyed man in the loose tan jacket and tight white t-shirt walked unceremoniously out of Germany's house.
AN: Is it just me or are these chapters getting longer? XD Germany did actually want to buy Greece's uninhabited islands, and Greece did really say, "NO." However, I don't know if Germany was making pasta while doing so. Also, Germany's apron is supposed to read "kiss the cook", but as I don't speak a bit of German, I used Google translate, any better translations?