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"Italia!" spat Germany angrily as on a short nation peeked through the window (he really had to start closing that window.) That curl on the Italian's head bobbed up and down and the young nation himself smiled happily.
"Doitsu~!" said the Italian in a cheerful tone, "I came over to visit!"
"Did you have to?" Grunted the German in an annoyed tone. Israel meanwhile took one look at this strange nation, let out a frightened squeak, and ducked behind his father. Germany sighed and looking down at his son assured the boy, " it's okay, son, he wouldn't hurt you in fact I don't think he has the ability to, or the bravery to for that matter. His name is Italy, I think I told you about him."
Italy noticed the child and beamed brightly, "Ve~! Ciao little guy! Who are you?"
The child didnt answer but instead and bit his lip in a frightened manner and as he hid behind his father and clutched his father's uniform. Italy frowned and gave the child a sympathetic look. "Ohhh, don't be scared of me! I wont hurt you~! I wont hurt anyone~!"
"Won't or can't?" said Germany with a sneer. Italy turned his attention back to the German and smiling asked, "Doitsu, who is this?"
"This is my son, Italia," Germany explained. The Italian grinned from ear to ear and happily cried, "ve~! You have a son?! I don't remember him from when I was here before!"
"That's because they only took him in there I recently, Italia," said Germany, "I found him after the war ended, his parents whoever they are left him on my doorstep so I took him in."
"Really?" said Italy with a smile, his brown eyes shining with admiration for the German, "that was so nice of you! Taking in a poor little orphan!"
"He's not an orphan," said Germany sternly, "I'm his father."
"Ve, oh right, sorry, didn't mean to offend!" said Italy backing away slightly and smiling timidly. Germany gave a curt nod and stiffly assured the Italian, " you are forgiven."
"Yaaay!" cried Italy happily, leaping through the window and grabbing the German in a tight hug. The German gagged and then shoved the Italian off of him angrily.
Italy then turned his attention to the little boy and kneeled down in front of him. He offered the boy his hand to shake. Israel looked uncertainly from his father to the Italian. Germany smiled slightly and nodded for the boy to go ahead. Israel looked nervous but at his father's will he shook the Italians hand nervously.
"What's your name?" asked the Italian cheerfully. The boy looked down at his feet and in his shy, quiet voice Muttered, "Aviel."
"Ve, that's an interesting name!"
"It's Hebrew," admitted the child. Italy's eyes brightened with curiosity.
"Hebrew?" He repeated, "Are you Jewish?"
Israel nodded.
"Ve, But Germany," said the Italian looking over his shoulder at the German, "I thought you were a Christian."
"I am," said the German, "But my son isn't, His parents apparently wanted him to be raised Jewish, so I've been letting him go to synagogue, He is a Jew even if I'm not."
"Oh," Said Italy brightly, "Well that's nice of you! Do you like being Jewish, Aviel?"
"Mm hm," said the child with a nod, still not looking be Italian in the eye. The Italian smiled brightly and said, "Have you had your bat mitzvah yet?"
"For him it would be a Bar mitzvah, Italia, and he's only five! He doesn't have a bar mitzvah until he becomes a man," Said Germany with a roll the eyes.
"I'm looking forward to it though," admitted the Jew, a smile playing on the edge of his lips, "being a man."
"Ve, You should also enjoy being a kid for as long as you can, Aviel!" Italy advised the boy, "You have the most fun when you're a kid~!"
"I guess," said the boy with a shrug.
"What you like doing for fun Aviel?" asked the Italian cocking his head to the side curiously.
"Papa got me a tricycle for my birthday," said the child finally looking up and smiling, "I like riding it."
"That's an understatement," said the German with a smile, Knowing that the young Jew was so rarely separated from the trike it was practically a part of the boy. Italy However took one look into the child's eyes and his eyes brightened with recognition.
"Ve, Hey you look familiar!" cried the Italian, "What is your country name?"
"Israel," Said the boy shyly and the Italian's eyes Sparked with amazement.
"Ve! You mean the one my Grandpa Rome fought!?" Cried the Italian, "But your so Tiny and young!"
"Wait, wait, wait," interrupted Germany waving his hands around a bit and suddenly looking interested, "Are you telling me that you know of an Israel?"
"Si! Si!" cried the Italian nodding, Israel looked up at the Italian, His golden eyes shining with inquisitiveness.
"What do you mean Rome? When could Rome have fought Israel?" asked Germany.
"Ve, when I was a little boy and My Grandpa Rome was still alive He used to tell me about all the countries he had fought And he showed me pictures of them too, He drew me some. One of them was of a man with golden eyes and curly black year just like Aviel! Grandpa Rome told me the country's name was Israel and that he had been one of the toughest and hardest of the countries ever."
"Could that be Israel's father?" muttered Germany under his breath, stroking his chin. Italy shook his head slightly And said, "Probably not since Grandpa Rome killed him, But he could be his grandpa or maybe related to him somehow. He must be if he looks just like him and has the same name!"
Could you show me a picture of this Israel that your grandfather fought?" Asked Germany. Italy smiled happily and nodded eagerly, "ve~! Sure! Sure! Anything for you, Doitsu! Just come over to my house tomorrow and I'll show you the picture! And you can bring Aviel too!"
Germany smiled down at his son and inquired of him, "What do you think son? Would you like to go to Italy tomorrow? I hear it's a very nice nation, and you cant stay in Berlin forever."
Israel's golden eyes flickered from his father two of the Italian and then he gave the slightest of smiles and nodded.
"Ja, then," said Germany with a nod to the Italian, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yaaaay!" Cried the Italian joyfully yanking the German into a hug, "Doitsu and His son is coming over tomorrow! I'll make lots of pasta!"
"Get off of me!" said the German, Shoving the Italian off, "Auf Windersehn."
"Ciao!" Said the Italian waving as he walked to the window and leapt out. Germany sighed and shook his head slightly, Somehow thinking he was gonna regret this.