"Lovi~! Boss is-a home!...Lovino?"
Spain entered his house carefully. It was very unusual to come home to silence, since his lover Romano would start swearing at the 'Tomato Basterd' upon entry.
Maybe he's asleep?
Checking every room, Antoniostarted panicking.
In the kitchen? Nope.
The bedroom? Nuh-uh.
The bathroom? Nada.
"Roma! Are you hiding from-a Boss? Por favore, please answer!"
Still nothing. Spain pulled out his cell and hit the speed-dial. Setting the phone between his left ear and shoulder, Toni picked up the fallen chair and closed the window, listening for...wait...fallen chair? Open window!?
Antonio's went wide at the realization just as he heard a buzzing noise coming from the floor.
It was Romano's phone.
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Germany was having a shower when he heard a small 'thump!' come from downstairs. Brushing it off as just Feli being noisy while making pasta, Ludwig continued to scrub the suds from his hair.
Once he was at a state of cleanliness that pleased him, the German dried himself off and put on his boxers and pants. As he reached for his black tank top, he realized that the house was quiet.
Too quiet for being the home of a certain Italian.
Forgoing the shirt, Ludwig instead grabbed his revolver from the dresser and silently crept downstairs. Peeking into the living room, he saw something that made his germanic blood run cold.
A plate of spaghetti lying on the floor, all spread out and displaying its position of being dropped half-eaten.
"ITALIA! WO BIST DU!" Frantic, Germany ran throughout the house, but found no trace of his lover. Setting himself on the couch, head in his hands, his mind raced.
Why vould he just disappear like dat? Someting is definitely vrong. He sat up as a thought occured to him. Maybe his bruder vould know-
But then a knock came from the door. Running over and flinging it open the German was disappointed to see a a familiar Spaniard on the doormat, out of breath from his hurry to get there.
"Are you missing your Italian too?"
(*Wo bist du?* = *Where are you?*)