Come, they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum.
So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.
Germany stood outside on the pavement outside his house, taking a sort but relieving breath. Sweat ran down his brow, and his muscles ached. Nonetheless, he got into a starting position on the ground, and looked over at the other two people standing on the other side of the road on the dewy, wet grass. One, of course, was Japan, smiling slightly; the other, Italy, a drum strapped over his shoulder and two drumsticks held in his small, weak hands.
"Italy." Germany looked over quickly, bemused, then back in front of him. "Why do you need that?
"To cheer you on, silly! Drums and music help with training. Big brother France told me so!" Italy grinned as he always did, and Japan turned worriedly towards him.
"You know, Italy, it's not always a good idea to listen to-" Japan began to say, but was quickly interrupted by the sharp beat of Italy's drum. It was loud, but a little pleasant. Germany found himself counting down in his head, and soon enough he was off, running around the place, his arms and legs moving in time.
Italy was smiling once again, his wrists flicking and the drum beating, Japan watching Germany race off all the while. It was almost relaxing, and an hour passed in that manner with the Axis.