End of Sumer Bingo 4
Title: I Want Some Gelato
Prompt: Ice Cream
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: Germany, Italy, mention of America and Romano
Word count: 386
Rating: G
Summary: Italy wants some gelato…
Author’s note: Special thanks to Kat, for pinking this for me.
“Ve… Germany, can we get some gelato when this is done?” Italy said. He sat there, doodling all over the pad of paper; he was supposed to be using to take notes on during their World 8 meeting. He let out a long suffering sigh as he was bored to tears. America may have been fun to hang out with, but he tended to ramble on during meetings, which when he thought about it, so did everyone else.
Germany frowned as he looked over at him. “Sssh,” he said softly. He went back to taking notes on tourism, which was the today’s topic.
“I really want some gelato,” Italy whined. He was an inch away from getting up and walking out, but the thought of Germany hurrying after him to yell at him, not to mention his brother Romano, made him stay put. Italy laid his head on his arms and closed his eyes.
It was Germany’s turn to let out a long suffering sigh. “If you sit there quietly and pay attention, we’ll ask America if he knows where we can get some gelato. If doesn’t know, we’ll go get some ice cream, okay?”
Italy smiled. “Okay!” He sat up, flipped over a few pages in his pad to a blank one, and much to Germany’s delight, he started taking notes.
When the meeting finally ended, Germany, true to his word, walked over to America, while Italy packed up. He watched them briefly speak to one another, before Germany came back over to him. “Well?”
“I’m sorry, they don’t have any gelato shops here, but they do have several ice cream parlors. America did say we could try finding an Italian restaurant that might have it on the menu as a dessert item. He also said if you wanted an Italian ice, any pizza parlor should have it, plus there are shops that sell just ices… Italy?”
Italy blinked. “Ve….” He smiled. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”
Germany gave him a curt nod. “Come.” He gathered his things and waited for his little buddy to do the same. Together they left to go find an ice cream parlor. Luckily for Italy, they were able to find one a couple of blocks away that had the most amazing flavors. They spent the afternoon, sampling them.
Prompt: Ice Cream
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: Germany, Italy, mention of America and Romano
Word count: 386
Rating: G
Summary: Italy wants some gelato…
Author’s note: Special thanks to Kat, for pinking this for me.
“Ve… Germany, can we get some gelato when this is done?” Italy said. He sat there, doodling all over the pad of paper; he was supposed to be using to take notes on during their World 8 meeting. He let out a long suffering sigh as he was bored to tears. America may have been fun to hang out with, but he tended to ramble on during meetings, which when he thought about it, so did everyone else.
Germany frowned as he looked over at him. “Sssh,” he said softly. He went back to taking notes on tourism, which was the today’s topic.
“I really want some gelato,” Italy whined. He was an inch away from getting up and walking out, but the thought of Germany hurrying after him to yell at him, not to mention his brother Romano, made him stay put. Italy laid his head on his arms and closed his eyes.
It was Germany’s turn to let out a long suffering sigh. “If you sit there quietly and pay attention, we’ll ask America if he knows where we can get some gelato. If doesn’t know, we’ll go get some ice cream, okay?”
Italy smiled. “Okay!” He sat up, flipped over a few pages in his pad to a blank one, and much to Germany’s delight, he started taking notes.
When the meeting finally ended, Germany, true to his word, walked over to America, while Italy packed up. He watched them briefly speak to one another, before Germany came back over to him. “Well?”
“I’m sorry, they don’t have any gelato shops here, but they do have several ice cream parlors. America did say we could try finding an Italian restaurant that might have it on the menu as a dessert item. He also said if you wanted an Italian ice, any pizza parlor should have it, plus there are shops that sell just ices… Italy?”
Italy blinked. “Ve….” He smiled. “Let’s go get some ice cream.”
Germany gave him a curt nod. “Come.” He gathered his things and waited for his little buddy to do the same. Together they left to go find an ice cream parlor. Luckily for Italy, they were able to find one a couple of blocks away that had the most amazing flavors. They spent the afternoon, sampling them.