Feliciano landed, still babbling terms of surrender, upon his kitchen floor…and on top of a very surprised Germany, who had been cleaning the kitchen counter. "Italy, vhere in zhe hell did you-?"

BAM. They both crashed onto the floor, Germany letting out a grunt of pain from being Feliciano's impromptu landing pad. Letting out a cry of surprise upon seeing his friend, Feliciano let out a yell of, "Germany! Germany, help! Nonno Roma sent fratello somewhere and I don't know where he is now and he said he gave us wishes but he said my wish is here so I need your help to find it-"

"Italy! Shut up and stop rambling!", Germany shouted, as he managed to shove his friend off him and get to his feet. "Vhat do you mean, your Grandpa sent Romano somewhere? Is he doing something he shouldn't?"

The Northern Italian shrugged. "Well, you remember how Romano left lunch earlier? Well, I went after him because I though he'd be lonely all by himself, so we decided to have a snack together instead, and then Nonno showed up and told us he was going to grant us wishes after giving Romano and I a big bowl of yummy gelato, ve!"

Icy-blue eyes blinked in confusion as Germany tried to understand his friend's words. "So, you're saying that Rome...granted you and your brother wishes?" He nodded. "He had a magic wand and everything! And then he tapped fratello and I on the head with the wand and sent us home because that's where our wishes are, ve!"

"You mean that Rome sent something here? Vhat did you and your brother even wish for?", Germany said, a feeling of alarm creeping up on him. If Rome sent something dangerous here...

"I don't know what he sent, ve! He just said he sent our wishes back home, but all I wished for was gelato, and he already gave us that, so I don't know what he sent!"

Germany managed, with a Herculean effort, to restrain himself from trying to shake his friend senseless. Great, so Rome sent us something and I don't even know if it's safe to keep. If that veirdo was crazy enough to send us something harmful, the next time I see him, I'll set the dogs on him.

Feliciano, however, wasn't nearly as concerned with the possible danger. "I wonder where it is, ve... Hey, Germany, can you help me look for it? Please, please, please?" Large, chocolate-brown eyes turned to Germany, the puppy-pout exuding dangerously strong "begging vibes".

"...Fine. But stick close to me. If Rome sent you something dangerous, you'll need someone to protect you, Gott knows you're a danger magnet..."

Germany suddenly found himself with an armful of happy Northern Italian, as Feliciano tackled his friend in delight, shouting words of thanks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SEVERAL LONG HOURS OF SEARCHING LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After turning the house upside down several times over, upending tables, chairs, books, bedcovers, and numerous other things in their search, Germany was pondering whether or not the 'wish" had even been sent. There was nothing out of place that he could find, and the thought that Feliciano might have been tricked worried him. If zhis stupid thing isn't real, he's going to be very upset...

Feliciano, however, was having a great time, searching enthusiastically for his "wish", pulling open drawers, cabinets, searching under rugs in the laundry bin. "Here, wishy, wishy, wishy, come to Feli..."

Suddenly, a movement from the kitchen caught his eye. A faint thud was heard, along with several German curse words, and a few chirps. Germany's fratello Prussia and his cute birdie must be here, ve!

Hurrying into the kitchen, he saw Prussia climbing in through the half-opened window, Gilbird flitting about in the air a few inches from his head, chirruping encouragement. "Prussia, you're home, ve!", he shouted happily, running forwards to help his friend through the window.

The ex-nation grinned at his brother's best friend. "Hey, Feli, good to see you too. Keep it down a bit, ok? West is totally gonna hate me if he finds out I came in through the kitchen window..." The Northern Italian nodded; Germany didn't like that, it was true. "But Prussia, why are you coming in through the window? Did you and big brother France and big brother Spain get in trouble with the police, again, ve?"

Rubbing the back of his head somewhat sheepishly, Prussia nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a smirk, the glint in his ruby eyes clearly showing that he had no regrets about it whatsoever. "Ja, but West'll blow a gasket if he finds out I broke out of jail, so don't tell him, ok?"

Feliciano nodded in understanding. Germany will find out soon anyway, he always knows.

"Man, I could go for a snack, though, they didn't even feed me and the guys over there!", Prussia muttered, heading over to the fridge to search for food. He grinned suddenly, pulling out a small, rectangular container, wrapped up in a blue cloth. "Hey, Feli, do you mind if I eat this thing? Japan makes some seriously badass sushi."

At the Northern Italian's nod, Prussia let out a whoop of glee and undid the knots of the blue cloth, revealing a little rectangular bento box, made out of blue plastic with four layers, each containing food. There was a small, square container resting on top of the bento box, which Prussia pulled open to find several small, transparent, animal-shaped bottles of condiments (soy sauce, fish sauce, horseradish sauce, mustard, etc.), a tin of sesame seeds shaped like a little goldfish, and a little plastic "Ziploc" bag holding a fist-sized, square block of what looked like fresh tofu.

Sitting on the counter, Prussia pulled open the bento box layers, handing two to Feliciano, and putting the little container of extra toppings on his knees. "You got any chopsticks?", he asked. Feliciano nodded, pulling open a nearby drawer to pass around pairs of wooden chopsticks he'd gotten as a gift from Japan.

Digging into the food with wild abandon, Prussia gulped down several pieces of salmon rolls, apparently content with gorging himself; Gilbird sat on Prussia's knees, head buried in the sesame seed tin as he followed his master's example of "eat first, think later". Feliciano sat on the floor and opened up the bento layer of steamed rice, dividing the portion in half so Prussia could eat some later, before reaching for the tofu block, intent on crumbling a few pieces onto his food.

The tofu block let out a yelp as his hand closed around it.

Feliciano screamed in shock and jumped up, his food flying off his lap to splatter all over the floor. Prussia swore and dropped his chopsticks. Gilbird twittered in surprise, flying up to take shelter in Prussia's hair.

"What...what is that?", Feliciano whispered, hiding behind the counter. "I dunno, but it looks like it's moving. I'm gonna check it out!", Prussia said excitedly, hopping off the counter and scooping up the toppings container. The Northern Italian whimpered in concern and fear; what if it ate Prussia's fingers?

After several cautious seconds, Prussia poked the "tofu" block, and finding no danger, decided to finish eating. "This thing sucks. It's probably dead or something. Oh well, I'm going to eat it," he declared.

The tofu block, from where Italy was hiding, was certainly not "dead", as Prussia so bluntly put it, There were two small indents in what appeared to be the shape of "eyes", and a long, slightly downwards line, like a frowning mouth. The "tofu" block was also, ever so slightly, shaking. And talking. Feliciano heard only one word, but it was enough for him to recognize the voice.

"Hilfe..."

The Northern Italian sprung into action, lunging across the counter as he screamed, "DON'T EAT GERMANY, VE!"

The "tofu" block was yanked out of Prussia's hands and promptly clasped to Feliciano's chest, cuddled close as he babbled concerns. Prussia stared in confusion as his would-be lunch was pulled away and held like a stuffed animal. What the hell? ...Don't...eat...West?

Both nations were interrupted by a sudden, very annoyed voice from the kitchen door. Germany, having heard his cowardly friend's screaming, had run to the kitchen only to find a mess on the floor, along with his idiot brother, his crazy pet bird, and the personification of North Italy, clutching what appeared to be a large block of tofu and talking to it.

"Vhat ze hell did I drink last night...?"