I'm sorry this one took longer, I've been a little busy with stuff and for once I had some sort of life. I'll stop talking and let you read now.
The next morning they were off the two of them Vancouver, Austria was going to leave last minute. They were sitting in the plane, waiting for it to take off. They were sitting first class, Germany was getting annoyed with Italy though. Italy kept on messing with his seat making it go up and down over and over again. "Italia, can you please stop that, you're going to give me a headache." Germany grabbed the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, it's just so fun!" Italy sat back up from his seat and sat still, for about five minutes. Italy couldn't sit still. "Germany, when is the plane gonna start to move." He started to whine. "Soon, just wait. we'll be there soon. Just sit still ok." Germany put his hand on Italy's to try and get him to stop fidgeting, it's getting very annoying."
"Ok, I'll try to, but it's so hard to."
The two sat there for about ten more minutes just chatting away until it was time for them to buckle up their seat belts
They were now 30,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean, heading for Vancouver. Germany was usually good with plane rides, but this time he looked a little green. Italy noticed that his face paled. "You okay? Your face lost its colour." Germany got up from his seat and ran to the tiny bathroom, and emptied the contents of his stomach again. Italy went to the bathroom door but it was locked. "G- I mean Ludwig, let me in. Are you ok?" Italy was relieved when Germany unlocked the door and came out. "Are you ok sir?" a flight attendant stood behind them. "Ja, im fine thank you for asking. It's just a little air sickness." The attendant seemed convinced and walked away. "i thought that this was supposed to go away or lighten up, I guess I'm going to have to deal with this for a little while longer" Germany chuckled as he went back to their seats. "I just realized, won't we see Prussia in Vancouver. He is living with Canada now right?" Italy asked. "Ja." Germany was half asleep in his seat now leaning his head on Italy's shoulder. "You're tired?" Italy felt germany nod a yes. "Then lets take a nap. It'll be awhile before we get there." Italy made the seats go back and the two of them fell asleep on the plane until it landed.
"Where are they? Canada and Prussia said that they would be here to pick us up?" Germany was standing while Italy had offered to get their bags. "Look there's my awesome little bruder!" Germany heard his Prussia's annoying voice behind him. "its a good thing you guys are here." Italy came up with the bags. "I need help, Canada can you…" Canada nodded and took some of the bags from Italy. "Thank you" Italy said setting down the big suitcase and rolled it on the floor. While Canada and Italy were carrying bags, Prussia and Germany decided to catch up. "So bruder," Prussia looked at his brother "How've you been feeling?" Prussia looked over to his brother. "Huh? Oh, my stomach still hasn't settled down yet so I can't keep anything down."
"Oh, I don't seem to have that problem." Prussia laughed at his brother Germany gave his brother a glare that told him to shut the hell up.
The four of them were now at Canada's home. "Hey, Canada, do you think we can go sightseeing later? Me and Germany came early so we can sightsee a little bit." Italy asked Canada. Canada smiled. "There's a nice restaurant not too far away from here, if you want to go." Italy smiled "That would be nice! C'mon Germany let's go get ready!"
"Italy we just got here. We have plenty of time before dinner. Let's just rest ok. Have a small snack and relax for an hour before we leave for dinner ok?" Germany made his way into Canada's living room and sat on his couch. "You're tired bruder, how can you be tired, that's unawesome" Prussia sat down in the love seat across from Germany. "Are you kidding me? I've been sleeping in later that Italia, and I've been going to bed earlier than him."
"That's weird.." Prussia trailed off. "WOAH!" Italy's voice could be heard from Canada's kitchen. "BAGGED MILK!"
"Heh, looks like he discovered the bagged milk. PRETTY COOL RIGHT?" Prussia yelled back towards the kitchen. "Why?" was all Germany could ask. "Pretty cool, here in Canada, they sell bagged milk."
"Why are we talking about bagged milk? Why aren't we catching up on what we've missed?" Germany was questioning his brothers sanity *It's not like Prussia had any*. "OK well, what's up with you? Anything weird happen lately? Or just, anything new back at home?" Germany nodded no. He started to sink down into the couch a little, his eyes feeling heavy. "Germany? Didn't we sleep on the plane?" Italy walked in the living room with the bag of milk on his hand. "Ja, I feel so drained though."
"Kesese! Poor bruder, I haven't dealt with much of that!" Prussia sat there and laughed. "If anything," Canada came in and sat down next to Prussia "He's gotten more hyper."
"Germany's keen sluggish and tired." Italy sat down next to Germany. "My bruder just isn't awesome like I am." Italy looked at Prussia with a questioning look on his face. "Oh, i haven't been as tired nor was my nausea as bad as his is." Prussia pointed to his half-asleep brother, and laughed at him. "Dont be so mean to your brother." Canada jokingly shoved Prussia's shoulder. Italy looked over at Germany, who was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Germany, do you wanna go up to our room and take a quick nap?" Germany nodded and slowly got up. "Here, I know where it is, I'll show you." Italy led Germany up to their room, Italy yawned. "I guess i could use a nap too."
An Hour later, Italy and Germany were in their best clothes ready to walk out of the door. "You put in a reservation right?" Germany asked Canada. "yeah, but me and Prussia aren't going, you two are." Prussia laugh could be heard from the living room. Italy's face got nervous. "Let's go, c'mon Germany, I wanna eat food." He started to whine. "Fine, fine. I'm coming." The two of them walked, it wasn't very far away from Canada's house.
They got to the restaurant and were standing outside admiring it. It was small but it looked very nice from the outside. "Let's go inside now Italia." Germany walked up the stairs and went to open the door but Italy ran past him and held the door open. When they walked inside they were amazed. The inside was more beautiful than the outside. It was dimly lit, and the table all had a small candle in the middle of them, the walls had beautiful paintings on them. "Are you the Vargas's" Italy nodded, and the waiter lead to small table of to the side of the restaurant. "This place is very nice isn't it Ge-Ludwig?" Italy almost forgot that they had to call each other by their human names. "Yes it is Feliciano." Germany sat down in his seat and took a menu. "Can I start off with getting your drinks? What would you like?"
"I'll have a water." Germany looked at Italy who still had to order.
"And i think I'll have some wine." The waiter wrote down the order and walked off to go get it.
"So, this place is nice. It smells good in here too. Do I smell," Italy sniffed the air "I do i smell pasta. I already know what I want to eat now. What do you want Ludwig? Do you know yet?"
"I think I'll just share some pasta with you." Germany looked down at the table and his face turned a light shade of pink. "You know, it's ok for you to want pasta. I think it's kind of cute that," Italy looked around to make sure that no one was listening to their conversation "the baby is wanting pasta."
"Of course you do, but I don't even really care for it." The waiter came with their drinks and set them down "Do you two know what you would like to eat?" The two of them made their order of pasta and went back to talking. They had fun just talking and picking at food. When the left Italy wanted to walk to a park. He had gotten really nervous and was stuttering. they had finally got there and out of no where, he got down on one knee. Germany wasn't looking though, Italy asked him to turn around. "Y-you can turn a-a-around now Ludwig." Germany turned around and was completely shocked. He put his hands up to his face and gasped. 'Is this really happening? What am I going to say?' thoughts were flying around Germany's head. So many of them that he couldn't think straight.