I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I had a lot of projects to do. I'll try to update more.
"Vati," Luna yelled. Germany shot up from his bed, worried. He immediately ran out of the bedroom to the living room.
"Luna! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Germany panicked. Luna, who was sitting on the couch, looked up to Germany.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I was under the impression that you were awake. It's almost noon," Luna was fully dressed staring at the barely dressed Germany.
"Scheiße! It's noon!" Germany yelled.
"Almost noon," Luna corrected, "but either way, let's go somewhere…like the park!"
"Like the park?" Germany asked, "Did you forget about your broken leg?" Luna looked up at Germany.
"Huh, what?" Luna said. Germany sighed but then looked at Luna's face.
"Luna, did you not go to sleep last night? You know it's not good for a girl your age to stay up all night and…" Germany started lecturing the small girl but Luna stopped him.
"Nein, Vati, I did go to sleep," Luna said. Germany crouched down to her height.
"But you seem so tired," Germany grabbed Luna's cheek.
"But I'm not," Luna whined as she pushed Germany's hand off her cheek, "besides, you were the one who slept 'til noon!"
"Almost noon," Germany mocked. Luna then stuck out her tongue at Germany which made him laugh.
"But seriously, Vati, I want to go somewhere!" Luna whined. Germany patted her head.
"Maybe we could go to the store? We do need more food…" Luna nodded.
"Yeah, let's go to the store, but you need to get ready," Luna said, pointing at his wardrobe. Germany sighed.
"Would you stop nagging me about getting dress?" Luna shook her head.
"You make it seem like you'll forget if I don't remind you," Luna said smiling and gesturing for him to leave. When Germany came back, he came back with Italy.
"Good morning, sorellina!" Italy said, yawning.
"Did you just wake up, Mr. Italy?" Luna asked. Italy yawned again.
"Ve~ Yeah, I did," Italy said, "but I'm fine so don't worry about me!" Luna just looked at him for a few seconds then looked at Germany.
"Are we ready to go?" Luna asked. Germany nodded.
"Yes, let's go."
"Ve~ where are you going, Luddy?" Italy asked.
"We're going to the store," Germany said.
"Oh! Can I come?" Italy asked.
"Nolo vos ut veniat," Luna mumbled, looking at her feet. Germany paused for a moment but ignored the comment he didn't understand.
"Sure, Italy," Luna sighed at this response, but grabbed her crutches anyway. She hopped after Germany. Germany was standing next to his car. "Get in."
"What? I thought we'd walk!" Luna said, confused.
"You mean I walk and you limp? Just get in the car," Germany opened the back door of his car. Luna sighed and slid into the seat. Then she clicked on the seatbelt and waited for Germany and Italy to get in.
"Ve~ So, what are we buying?" Italy asked when they got on the road.
"Food," Luna said curtly as she observed the German landscape. Italy looked at her from his seat then continued talking.
"Ve~ We should buy pasta! I can make some when we get back to your house, Germany." Luna then made a loud sigh and Italy turned around again.
"Hey, Luna! I just thought of something!"
"That would be the first time…" Luna mumbled to herself.
"I don't know your whole name!" Luna turned from the window and looked at Italy.
"Why would you need to know my whole name, Mr. Italy?"
"Because I'm sure you have a beautiful full name!" Luna stared at Italy's smiling face.
"Um, nein, I don't want to," Luna said, turning back to the window.
"Why?" Italy asked.
"I just said it's because I don't want to," Luna said cruelly.
"Luna, bitte sag ihm einfach," Germany commanded in German.
"Aber ich möchte nicht zu!" Luna told him in the same language.
"Luna," Germany said sternly.
"Luna Anatola-Aurora Sol," Luna said quickly and crossed her arms.
"What?" Italy said.
"Luna Anatola-Aurora Sol, are you happy? Now you know my whole name…" Luna turned back to the window.
"Oh, you have a pretty name, sorellina!" Italy exclaimed, "And I didn't know you can speak German like Germany!" Luna turned to Italy.
"I didn't know it, I was taught. Isn't that right, Mr. Germany?" Luna watched as Germany visibly tensed up on the wheel at the sound of Luna not calling him 'Vati'. Luna also felt a little lonelier by not calling him 'Vati'. The car grew increasingly silent until Germany spoke.
"Ja, that's right," Germany said, sounding sad. Luna looked at Germany then turned back to the window. They soon arrived at the grocery store. Germany got out of the car and helped Luna out of the car.
"Ve~! Let's go!" Italy said as he started running toward the store. Both Germany and Luna sighed simultaneously at the sight of the Italian man running towards the store. Luna started hopping towards the store and Germany followed after. When they got inside, Germany grabbed a shopping cart.
"Do you want to sit in the shopping cart?" Germany asked. Luna turned to Germany and raised one arm up to Germany while the other clings to the crutches. Germany picked up Luna and tried to adjust the cast into the seat of cart. "Am I hurting your leg?" Luna shook her head then Germany finally got her leg into a position that she could sit down. Germany then picked up the crutches and placed then in the cart. Germany then started pushing the cart when Italy ran towards them.
"Ve~ Germany! Let's get some pasta!" Italy said, jumping.
"Italy, you can get some but I'm going to get the stuff I need," Germany told Italy.
"Okay!" Italy started walking toward the sauce aisle and Germany pushed the cart in the opposite direction.
"Luna, I have to ask you something," Germany said, not looking at Luna. Luna looked up to him.
"What is it, Vati?" Germany stopped the shopping cart in the middle of a random aisle.
"What is with you today?" Germany said in an angry whisper. Luna then gave Germany a quizzical look.
"What do you mean, Vati?" Luna asked with her head cocked to the side.
"You and Italy in the car?" Germany said as if he was trying to jog her memory.
"Why did he want to know my full name? What sense does that make?" Luna said.
"I don't know but there's no reason for you to be rude to him!" Germany sighed and placed his head on the handle. Luna sighed also and leaned back in the cart.
"If it makes you feel better, Vati, I don't hate Italy," Luna said quietly, "It's just…" Germany sat his head up.
"So that's what this is about…" Germany said smirking slightly.
"What? What is this about?" Luna asked confused.
"Luna, are you…jealous of Italy?" Germany asked. Luna's face turned a bright red.
"No! I'm not!" Luna said, turning away from Germany.
"Luna, your face is as red as a tomato," Germany said causing her face to turn a dark red.
"It's not! It's not!" Luna said, shaking her head frantically. Germany then grabbed Luna's chin and had her face him.
"Luna, you have no reason to be jealous. He's not going to do anything and if he does, he's doing it unconsciously." Luna nodded and Germany started pushing the cart through the aisle.
"Vati," Luna started quietly, "do you love Mr. Italy more than you love me?" Germany looked at Luna and patted her head.
"You're comparing apples and oranges, Luna. I love both of you but for different reasons." Luna nodded but looked behind Germany.
"Vati, aren't those the people from the world meeting?" There were two blonde men, arm in arm, standing at the end of the aisle. One man had shoulder-length hair, had blue eyes, and was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. The other man had messy hair, large eyebrows, green eyes, and was wearing a sweater vest and khakis.
"Scheiße," Germany muttered then pushed the cart toward the two men. "You two!" Germany yelled when he came closed enough to them. The two men jumped apart and looked at Germany. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Um," the man with shoulder length hair started, "we were, um, just s'oping, Germany?"
"In Munich, Germany, France?!" Germany yelled.
"But oui, it's true, we 'ave to s'op too."
"The bloody frog is correct," said the man with the large eyebrows.
"And why are you two together, Britain?" Germany asked. Britain and France's faces both turned red.
"Ah, it is love zat brings us together!" France said receiving a punch in the stomach from Britain.
"Shut up, you bloody wanker, don't tell them that!" Britain yelled.
"Ohonhonhon, but it's true, mon petit lapin!" Luna found these two complete weird and kind of wanted Germany to just walk away.
"What the bloody hell happen to you?" Luna looked to see that Britain was talking to her.
"Oh, I was, um, hit by a car…" Luna said, looking down.
"A car!" France yelled. "But 'ow did zat 'appened?"
"I was crossing the street and I was hit," Luna said. The two men looked at each other then looked at Germany.
"Okay, we s'ould be leaving now," France said, "Let's go, Arthur."
"Shut up, you git…" Britain said as he followed after France out the store. Germany shook his head.
"Those two are very odd," Germany said.
"Ja, indeed," Luna agreed.
The three finally met up at the car. Italy had a lot of boxes of pasta and cans of pasta sauce. Germany and Luna's cart was filled with sausage, potatoes, potato bread, cheese, ham, milk, cocoa beans, flour, eggs, and, well, you get the point. Germany helped Luna out of the cart as Italy placed the stuff in the trunk. Germany then helped Luna in the car, putting on the sit belt.
"You know, you might need a car seat," Germany told Luna.
"Why?" Luna asked.
"You are the size of a normal four-year-old when you are six, which means you are small. It's to keep you safe."
"I don't want one," Luna said, crossing her arms. Germany patted her head.
"Well, I'll get you one anyway," Germany said before kissing her forehead. Then Luna started pushing his face.
"Stop kissing me! You're not buying me a car seat!" Luna whined. Germany chuckled and closed the car door. Germany then helped Italy with the rest of the stuff. Then they both got in the car. Luna started falling asleep as soon as they started driving. As soon as she was asleep, Italy turned around and looked at her.
"She is so beautiful, especially when she's sleeping, isn't she, Ludwig?" Germany glanced to the rear view mirror and then Italy.
"Ja, she is," Germany said, smiling, "you know, Feli, she was actually jealous of you." Italy turned to Germany.
"Ve~ Really? Why?" Germany shrugged.
"I guess it's because you spend your time with me," Italy laughed.
"Really? If anything, I should have been jealous of her!"
"Why do you say that?" Germany said, glancing at Italy.
"You smile and laugh more around her that you do around me. In fact, everyone smiles more around her."
"She has been a ray of sunshine in everyone's life. It pained us all when she was hit by a car."
"You felt the most pain, didn't you, Luddy? You are the most attached to her," Italy said, leaning back in his chair.
"It wasn't on purpose. It's just happened…" When they arrived at Germany's house, Italy called for the others to get the stuff out of the car. Germany got out and went to Luna's door. He opened the door then started tapping Luna's shoulder. Luna started to stir then opened her eyes. "Luna?"
"Hmm?" Luna mumbled, trying to get more comfortable in the car seat.
"Luna, we're home," Germany said.
"I'm," Luna stopped to yawn, "sleeping…"
"Well, do you want to eat dinner or go to sleep?" Luna turned to Germany.
"I don't know…" Luna said, yawning.
"How 'bout you can take a nap and I wake you up when food's done," Luna nodded and reached out to Germany. Germany picked her up and carried her to the couch. He then covered her with the blanket then went back outside for the crutches.
"Hey, West!" Prussia yelled. Germany placed his index finger infront of his mouth ten pointed to Luna.
"She's sleeping," Germany whispered.
"Sorry," Prussia whispered back, "Hey, what's for dinner?"
"Ask Feli," Germany said.
"Okay, so pasta," Germany laughed at Prussia's comment.
"I'm sure that's what he's making," Prussia nodded and left the room.
"Okay, everyone, I have something to show you!" Hungary said after dinner. She then ran out of the dining room.
"I wonder what Ms. Hungary has to show us!" Italy said.
"Does it matter?" Romano said.
"Hey," Prussia said, "It does matter because Lizzy's showing us!"
"Can you three be quiet?" Austria said.
"Let them be, Roderich," Germany said. Luna tiredly watched the four men continued with their 'conversation'. Then Hungary came back into the room with a cloth in her hand.
"Got it!" Hungary said as she unfolded the cloth and held it horizontally. "Luna, it's your flag!" Luna looked at the cloth in her hands and marveled. The flag had two purple horizontal stripes with an aqua green one in between. It also had a yellow sun centered on the flag with two crescents on it. The large crescent was blue and was on the lower end of the sun and the second crescent with diagonal to the first one, purple, and is smaller.
"It's…beautiful, Miss Elizabeta," Luna ran to Hungary and hugged her, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Luna. I just thought of your name, colors you wear, and the colors that complemented each other. You can give the colors meaning if you please."
"Thank you, Miss Elizabeta," Luna repeated.
"I hate it," Everyone turned to the source of the comment. Of course, it was the pessimist of the group: Romano. Luna then gave him a Russia-like smile.
"You know," Luna said in a sickly-sweet tone that shocked and scared every in the room, "You don't have to like my flag. How do you know if I like your flag? I just suggest that you keep your comments to yourself." Romano just crossed his arms and mumbled angry Italian. Luna then sat back in her chair. Everyone just looked amongst their selves and Luna. "So who wants some chocolate and kuchen?"
I'm sorry that it took me so long to update but I have a long chapter to make up for it. Did you guys like the odd FrUk moment or did I lose all of those UsUk fans? Hope you enjoy! If not, them me what I need to work on. See you next time!