"Another letter for you, Feli."
"Ve~? Another one! Yay!"
Feliciano jumped up from his spot on the couch, where he was sprawled out previously, and bounded towards Germany with his arms extended. The German flushed and shoved the letter in his direction, walking off mumbling to himself as if he was embarrassed. Italy didn't even notice. He was too captivated by the pretty letter he had in his hands.
To: Italy Veneciano
Have you ever talked to Germany about his childhood?
P.S. If you have any questions after talking to him, I suggest asking Austria or Hungary...
With a tilt of his head, Italy read the letter carefully. He had remembered asking what life was like for Germany when he was little, but he didn't remember much of a response. Not wanting to bother the German who was in his study right now, he took a card (He had recently bought some for this occasion) and started to answer as best he could.
Ciao!
I haven't talked to Germany much about it, but I do remember asking him! I think he said something about some little girl in a dress but that's all he remembered. He said it was all fuzzy...
Ve? Ask Austria and Hungary? Maybe I will! Grazie mille!
Love, Italy~ = w =