Training:
"Come on Italy! Run faster!"
Italy huffed and slowly pounded his feet along the running track, barely finishing his first lap. Germany, however, sped by him, now on his third.
"Running is too hard!" Italy whined. His stayed at his slow pace, watching Germany speed ahead. He panted and groaned and wiped sweat from his forehead.
20 minutes later, Germany had completed his 10 laps, and went to get a drink of water. He watched Italy trudge along the path, only on his third lap.
"Italy, come on!" Germany called, "It's just running!"
Almost an hour later, Italy finally finished his laps. He walked slowly towards the ending point and collapsed on the ground.
Germany rushed over to him from the bench, and kneeled next to Italy. "Are you okay?!" He asked in a panic.
Italy said nothing, but rolled onto his back, streaked his arms up and looked at Germany. "Carry me?"
Germany was quiet. Italy put his arms down, as if expecting a no, but Germany put one arm under Italy's head, the other under his legs, and carried him bridal-style back to the bench.
Italy smiled and rested his head on Germany's chest, wrapping his arms around his neck. Gently, Germany placed him on the bench, and gave him some water. Italy sat and sipped his water as Germany packed their things and loaded them into his bag.
"Can you walk now?" Germany asked Italy, "Will you be alright?"
"Maybe you should keep carrying me.." Italy smiled.
Once again, Germany scooped up Italy in his arms. Italy held him tightly and sighed softly on Germanys neck. Germany knew Italy could very well walk on his own, but he didnt mind.
"Germany?" Italy whispered.
"Ja?" Germany replied, looking warmly at the Italian in his arms.
"Please don't ever make me run again. "