The next thing for you to work on is your body language, Germany's book informed him and the poor nation blushed thinking 'so soon in the chapters?'

Fortunately for him it did not stop there and went on to elaborate and to calm his fears. If you seem closed off, it can make you difficult to approach or talk to. You need to practice being more open and accepting to your partner. It may be something simple such as if you hunch your shoulders or are overly stiff in your posture to relax and become more inviting. This way, you may appear to welcome any advances that your partner may be putting forward.

Germany reread the entirety of the section with a frown on his face. Smiling, not sitting at attention in one's chair, and using occasional hand gestures to convey feelings sounded exhausting and entirely unnecessary. It was not possible to think that he may have any sort of problem in how he stood or sat that would seem closed off to the brunette nation as it never seemed to hinder any of Italy's advances.

And the thought of what may happen if this new technique somehow worked. Was it even possible for Italy to increase in his advances? Should he even allow such a thing to happen? It certainly wasn't helping him complete all the tasks he needed to and it was starting to worry him that his boss might find that aggravating. Experience always said to do what you boss asked of you.

And still he flipped through the pages one last time before tucking it away in drawer to return to later after meeting with both of his allies this afternoon. If the book said to do it, then he was willing enough to try.

Surprisingly, he was the last to appear in the mutual meeting place that day set in a small outdoor restaurant that Italy seemed to favour nearer to his own home. Japan was sitting across from the other and even from a distance Germany could see the nation was tense. Italy seemed no different from usual, his eyes were narrowed and lips curled up into a low evil smirk and upon closer inspection the blonde found he was twirling a fork in his hand rather than his customary knife. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary, and as he took his seat, Italy switched to a lustful smile. "Ciao, lover."

"Guten tag." Germany mumbled back and Japan nodded in greeting. As all three settled a waiter appeared and quickly took their orders before dashing away to fill them and light conversation started up at their table. The entire time though, the blonde's mind was racing as he watched the brunette gesture freely as he described the different things he was currently working on. Italy had always appeared so free and open and he eagerly began to memorize his body language in effort that he could apply it to his own. Maybe if he practiced what he saw, he would be able to understand it easier.

By the time their lunches had appeared before them Germany's mind was set. No sooner had he taken a few bites of his meal did he begin the task of opening up and relaxing in a physical sense. He began with his posture. Ever so slowly he relaxed the muscles along his back and stomach and sighed down into something he deemed to be a 'relaxed pose' as he continued to eat.

Both Japan and Italy watched him suspiciously. "Germany," Japan whispered, "Are you feeling alright? Is something wrong with your food?"

"Of course, everything is fine." Germany responded from his hunched over position which pretty much required him to tilt his head up to see the other two.

"Really?" Italy frowned, looking down at the nation nearly bent in half. "Because you look like you are about to be ill."

"I'm fine." Germany reassured them, deciding to start phase two by adding a broad smile to his display.

Italy and Japan glanced at each other worriedly wondering why the German nation was making such a strained face. "Perhaps we should continue this later?" Japan stated slowly, lowering his silverware and glancing around for the waiter that had been there earlier.

"No, I am fine!" Germany stated firmly, sitting up mostly because looking relaxed was not nearly as comfortable as one would think. Neither of them seemed convinced by his actions and he sighed and continued to eat despite their watchful eyes.

Conversation was slow to pick up again as both dark and fuchsia eyes kept flickering over to him to see if he had changed anything. Germany was sure he was turning a bright shade of red from the way his face felt hot. Had he somehow gotten it wrong? He decided to return to watching Italy again and memorizing the way he responded to Japan's comments. It seemed easy enough to do, and he took a deep breath as he went to try it again.

"I think it would be good for us to attempt another attack on the allies." He began by making a large exaggerated sweep of his hand. Someone walking past their table was barely able to leap out of the way of his long reach and glared reproachfully before continuing to wherever they were headed before.

Japan's worried look was back and Italy's eyebrows rose towards his hairline. To be honest, he wasn't sure what Germany was doing, but if he was attempting to make fun of the way the brunette talked with his hands, he was going to be sure to tie that blonde down later and punish him for that mistake.

Germany continued his spiel despite their reactions and attempting to not let it distract him from accomplishing what the book said. "Lately the Allies have kept us on the defensive," he wasn't sure what to do with his arms but continued to wave them around in circles since that seemed to be what Italy did with them, "but I think we have enough military strength to put on a good offensive on at least one of our borders." The excessive movement was starting to garner the attention of other members of the restaurant who watched in mild curiosity at the strange blonde and his compatriots seated at a small table to the side.

"Therefore, I think we should mobilize together towards one of the Allied members and reduce their resources if even by a little." He finished with another large arching arm movement that crashed into the table and knocked several items off in the process. Had it not been for the nimble reflexes of those seated with him, they would have crashed onto the floor and caused even more of a scene than Germany seemed to have already managed.

Furious, and eyes glinting wondering what the other thought he was doing, Italy turned a dark smile to the blonde seated next to him as he carefully placed the glass back in its place and catching the wrist of the destructive nation as it made a second pass. "Germany," Italy said in a cool and sickly sweet voice, "How about we end this here and go home?"

Germany nodded in agreement as Italy released his arm and began to search his pockets to pay for his meal, internally sighing as he thought over how everything had gone. If Italy's actions were anything to go on, he was going to assume he did quite well.

AN: I apologize for this chapter... And thank you to all who found last week's chapter so amusing. It's based vaguely off of something a guy actually did to me (he spent 5 minutes trying to explain I was pretty other days as well after giving me a 10 second compliment). It's awkward for all parties involved, trust me on this.