6. Blessing
"I am also thankful that I could be here today, and use this opportunity to learn about western culture. I am very glad for the decreasing cost of pickled beef tongue as well." There were a few awkward sideways glances as Japan's turn came to an end. "I believe it is Germany sans turn correct?"
Germany hated thanksgiving, it was basically when France made a ton of food, and told everybody else how bad their cooking was. Especially England. Then when America started coming to the thanksgiving party, all the food would be gone by the time it was actually ready to be served. He hated the blessing part most of all. It was the most time consuming. Why waste your time going around listening to countries list off things that they were thankful for, some of whose lists could take hours, when you could be eating! Any longer, and he would have to resort to what America was doing. Sneaking food while everybody's eyes were closed and their heads were bowed. He had certainly stolen food under worse circumstances before.
"Ja, I guess it is." Ludwig sighed. He didn't want to go, but he got over it. "I am thankful for my country's strong military, I am thankful to be alive, healthy and strong, and I am thankful for my friend Feliciano." He heard a few countries trying to hold back laughter, (coughcoughFrancecough) but he knew if he didn't say it, then Italy would point it out and he would have to do it anyway. At least his was short, sweet, and to the point. "Italia, it's your turn now, ja?" he nudged the Italian beneath the table with his foot.
"Ve! I'm glad for Doitsu, and when he lets me sleep with him sometimes, even when I'm naked!"
Verdammit Italia.
"-and I'm thankful that he liked my meatballs, and he can always help me with my hardest problem, and says nice things about me, even when we're done and he's sleepy."
Ludwig's face turned a million and one shades of red. He felt eyes and laughter (coughcoughFrancecough) directed at him. He decided to focus on his boots. They were pretty interesting, right?
"-and that he doesn't kick me out when I talk in bed, and that he forgave me for sneaking into his closet and that time with the baton, and that time with the tomato sauce! Oh, and also when he stuck his-mph!" A large hand clamped his mouth shut and a big arm scooped him up from the waist and carried him in the direction of the way out. Everyone just watched in amusement, Except America who was trying to steal some of the food on the table.
"Italia! We're leaving!" In all honesty, he cared more about how stupid the whole thing was in general and how great it would be to leave than the things Italy was saying. At least this was a good excuse right?
"Awww. But-."
"Nien!"
Being the super charming, all powerful French person he was France felt the overwhelming need to intervene.
"But mon amour, I have the feeling that le petit Italien had more to say-."
"NIEN!" Germany then continued to kick down the door, and neither he nor Italy were seen at the next world conference. Nobody questioned it; he had a good excuse for that too, after all.
Sorry this one took forever to type! I was lazy, and then I couldn't read my own handwriting! Curse you cursive! Alittle help with this one if you didn't get it, Germany makes Italy say embarrassing stuff about him on purpose so he has an excuse to leave, or was not intentional? Were they not at the meeting because they did it? Or was Germany to embarrassed? Or was he using the embarrassment as an excuse? That's up to you the reader. It's also up to you as my readers to comment and motivate me to type these!