After Germany had somewhat calmed Prussia and Italy down, well, to the extent that Prussia wasn't as close to him as before, things went back to normal and Veneciano started preparing for the pasta.

Romano and Spain made tomato sauce from the tomatoes they had brought, knowing that Germany probably didn't have any in his house. Germany, being the uber clean-freak that he is, swept the floors, wiped the tables, and cleaned the kitchen counters.

All the while, Prussia was in the living room, where Germany had banned him to with 5 bottles of beer, watching television and stuff. Germany thought that would keep him quiet for a while.

"Hey, West, how come Ore-sama's gotta stay here like some kind of prisoner?!" He yelled to his brother.

"It's because I would appreciate it if you treat my guests more peacefully, brother," Germany retorted as he wiped the already-clean dishes.

"But I got here before them, at least give Ore-sama more respect!"

"You live next door!!"

Too late. Prussia had decided he was tired when he finished his last sentence, and dozed off before Germany could even finish his own.

Germany felt the urge to break something, but decided to do it later, when he's not in his own house.

"Veneciano, is the water boiling yet?" Spain asked the Northern Italy.

"Let me check, ve~"

"Romano, you cut the tomato pieces too big."

"Ah, sorry sorry," Romano couldn't complain about tomatoes, especially when Spain was around. He had tried once. Not very pretty.

Veneciano touched the lid of the pot to see if the water was boiling. It turns out that metal reacts to heat, and that metal is exactly what the lid was made of. And it burned his hand.

Veneciano wailed as he pulled his ruby red hand from the pot, "I-i-i-it hurts!!!~ Waaaaahhhhhh!!!!!"

"H-hey, calm down, already," Germany walked over to him, grabbed his hand, and let cold water run over it in the kitchen sink.

"Germany, you should change your pots, ve~ Get ones with safe handles..." Veneciano whimpered.

"Right," Germany grabbed some bandages from a kitchen cabinet, took Italy's hand, and covered it with the bandages.

"Thanks, Germany," Veneciano gleamed at him.

"No problem," Germany smiled and patted his head.


I'm sorry if there's a sudden change of pace here. I'm just so bored so I wrote more than I thought I should have. Oh, well...