Germany opened the door.

"Hi, Germany!!~" Veneciano jumped inside and hugged him, Germany shook him off.

"H-hey..."

"It's been a while," Spain waved hello, and pushed Romano in, who was crossing his arms and pouting.

"Listen here, potato-bastard, I'm not here because I want to be, okay?!" Romano pounded on his chest a few times with his hand.

"R-right..." Germany led them to the living room. Prussia wasn't there.

Germany wasn't surprised, his brother was probably hiding somewhere, getting ready to scare them.

Either that or getting more beer.

"Uhh, so, are you going to make pasta now?" he asked North Italy. Germany decided it was best not to tell them Prussia was there, too.

"Aye-aye, sir!" Veneciano saluted him, and hopped on over to the kitchen.

"C'mon, Romano, let's go help out your brother, hm? You owe him after all." Spain followed suit, and so did Romano (though, a little hesitantly).

Germany entered the kitchen with them, where they found a very strange scene.

"Hahahahahaha! Let me pet you, Veneciano!"

"Ehh? Prussia's here, too, ve?~"

"'Ve!!~' That's so fucking adorable! Let me pet the fuck out of you!"

Prussia scruffed Veneciano's hair so hard that he started crying, "Waahhhh! That h-h-h-hurts! Waah!!"

"H-hey, you bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing here!?" Romano yelled furiously, albeit hiding behind Spain, who was smiling and waving 'hi' to his old friend.

"B-brother, stop!" Germany tried to get Prussia to stop hitting Italy, obviously unused to the way Prussia showed his love.


Oh, look, another short chapter /headdesk. I'M SORRY, I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD BE BETTER TO END THE CHAPTER HERE.

If I owned Hetalia, maybe this would be easier...but then again, I don't.