It took a while, but eventually Mr. Germany managed to get Fake Italy down. Mr. Germany yelling at Fake Italy and Fake Italy apologized. After that, they went back to, what I'd assume was their training. Mr. Japan and I watched, Mr. Germany ran with Fake Italy as we sat on a bench.
After quite some time, Fake Italy looked like he was about ready to collapse from exhaustion, while Germany looked like he could still run another 10 laps. Mr. Germany then said something to Fake Italy, which made Fake Italy dashed off with great speed. Mr. Germany screamed out "ITALY! WHERE YOU GOING GET BACK HERE!" as he tried to keep up with Fake Italy. "Where does he get all that energy from?" I thought to myself.
All through that day, it was the same thing; Fake Italy kept on messing up on something and Mr. Germany yelling at him, while Mr. Japan and I watched, until everybody decided to call a day went inside.
They then went to do their own things, until Mr. Japan decided that he should go a place called a hotel. Mr. Germany said that he could stay with him for the, but Mr. Japan politely turned down his offer; saying that he has something to do and Fake Italy said that he should get back to his home, before his brother gets worried about him.
After they had left, Mr. Germany went off to read a book for a while, until he got tired and went off to bed. I soon followed his lead. As I laid outside in the hallway of his bed room, I thought to myself "I wonder when Italia would get here? Well I guess I have to stay here for a while. At that moment, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I woken up by the sound of Mr. Germany magical box. As Mr. Germany gotten ready for the day, I noticed that he had seemed a lot more different from Mr. America's place, like how Mr. Germany woken up before the sun raised and stayed awake and his place seemed a lot more neater and cleaner, too, but I gotten the feeling that there was someone else was also living here. There some places that wasn't, as neat as others, also there were more than one par of shoes in front of the front door and there was that letter I have found yesterday that didn't seem to fit the impression I gotten from Mr. Germany.
When Mr. Germany finished, he then gone in to the kitchen, grabbed a big, thin paper book, cup of brown liquid, sat at a table, reading the book. There was clam and quiet. I then sat against a wall, waiting for Mr. Germany to finish.
It wasn't long before, before they had sun risen in the sky.
Just then, Fake Italy intrude in the room, holding a cat, and asking "Ve! Ve! Germany! Germany! Can I help, make food for the party? Can I? Can I"
At that moment, Mr. Germany looked like he was about reedy to Fake Italy on the head. He then replied "Fine! You can help! Just keep your blasted cat out of the kitchen"
"Si!" Fake Italy said, with smile on his face. Fake Italy then walked into the other for a bit, before coming back empty-handed. Mr. Germany finish his cup and clean, it and put it away. Both he and Fake Italy then gotten out a few tools and ingredients and stared to work.
The foods they were making, I didn't know much about, but they seemed interesting. The one thing I know they were making was bread, because they used ingredients in a similar way to what the bakers made, when I was still alive.
Just then, I heard a noise that was similar to the noise that was at Mr. America's place. Mr. Germany and Fake Italy stopped what they were doing, and head towards the front door, while I followed.
Germany then opened the door, with Fake Italy standing behind him. I soon saw a man from behind them, with messy blond hair, green eyes, and the biggest eye brows I have ever seen, on a person, standing in front of the door. He was carrying a bunch of colored, metal objects in his arms.
"Good day, morning Germany. I came to deliver some of my scones that I had made, for that party!" The blond hair man said as he handed Mr. Germany the objects.
Seeing the way the man addressed Mr. Germany by his country name, I assumed that he was a fellow nation.
Mr. Germany appeared to be struggling to say something.
The man then raised his hand, with proud looking smirk on his face and said "No need to say anything, Germany. I felt bad for you guys having, so much work to do. Now, if you excuse me I meet up with Norway. Oh? By the way Germany you might want to be careful around your house. Well, good day to you"
At that moment, the man left, leaving Mr. Germany and Fake Italy with questioning looks on their faces. The then looked at the colored objects. Suddenly, Fake Italy spoke up "AWWW! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? GERMANY!" with horror-stricken look on his face.
"I 'am thinking!" Mr. Germany said, in an anger tone.
"I don't get it, what's so terrifying about a about those colored objects?" I wondered.
"Maybe, they won't be that bad? Let's take a look" Mr. Germany said.
"Okay" Fake Italy winded.
At that moment, they both went inside and into kitchen. I then saw Mr. Germany opened one of the metal objects, showing some charred looking stuff in it. I honesty couldn't tell what it was.
Fake Italy then asked "Awww! Germany! Please don't sever that at the part, I don't what eat that!"
"Clam down Italy! I 'am not going sever any of this at the party! I'll tell England that stray cats gotten into them or something!" Mr. Germany answered.
I have heard of stories about England, before; most of the stories I have heard was that he was ill-tempered and had a foul mouth.
"YAY!" Fake Italy, cheered.
