With Dogs - Part 1
anonymous
November 8 2009, 13:12:57 UTC
North Italy rolled around on the bed his captor had thrown him on. The strange scary Nation - blond and blue-eyed, just like he used to be - had told him to stay put, and so he had, but now he was just so bored.
Would the scary tall Nation even give him pasta to eat? Probably not, Italy thought with a sigh, thinking of the decidedly inferior meals he'd been fed when he had been at the Holy Roman Empire's House, when he'd used to be smaller and younger. Though he did have to admit that even Austria's food had improved markedly after potatoes had come to Europe - Food that just kept growing under the ground even if nobody could harvest it that year, OMG - but still, when it came to food, his own was absolutely the best, in his admittedly biased opinion
( ... )
With Dogs - Part 2
anonymous
November 8 2009, 13:14:54 UTC
Several decades later...
Italy smiled, taking one last final look at Germany's birthday present.
Yes, this was perfect. Pretty and warm and comfortable, like a sleepy, warm, inviting girl beckoning to you with a plate of scrumptius pasta in her hands...
"Germany, Germany, you can come in now!"
" - Finally." The Nation in question grumbled, striding into the room. "What could be so important that -
Germany's words were cut off by something that sounded like a choked cough, as Japan plowed right into his back.
"I made a painting of your dogs for your birthday, Germany! - Um, you don't mind, right?"
More coughing.
"Germany-san, what is it?"
Japan squeaked as Germany suddenly put his rather large hands over his eyes and made him look the other way.
"Germany-san!?"
Italy looked at Germany, then. Oh, dear, he was turning a very strange color indeed...
"...I...Italy..."
It was a good painting, he'd thought, but...
Italy groaned as Germany suddenly ran off, his hand to his face. Was that blood? What had happened
( ... )
Re: With Dogs - Part 2
anonymous
November 8 2009, 13:58:03 UTC
This gives a rather different inflection to Italy's remarking on "There was even one with dogs" about Germany's videos back when he was captured by the Allies...
Oh, Italy. And oh, Germany. Why so pervy and charming at the same time.
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Would the scary tall Nation even give him pasta to eat? Probably not, Italy thought with a sigh, thinking of the decidedly inferior meals he'd been fed when he had been at the Holy Roman Empire's House, when he'd used to be smaller and younger. Though he did have to admit that even Austria's food had improved markedly after potatoes had come to Europe - Food that just kept growing under the ground even if nobody could harvest it that year, OMG - but still, when it came to food, his own was absolutely the best, in his admittedly biased opinion ( ... )
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Italy smiled, taking one last final look at Germany's birthday present.
Yes, this was perfect. Pretty and warm and comfortable, like a sleepy, warm, inviting girl beckoning to you with a plate of scrumptius pasta in her hands...
"Germany, Germany, you can come in now!"
" - Finally." The Nation in question grumbled, striding into the room. "What could be so important that -
Germany's words were cut off by something that sounded like a choked cough, as Japan plowed right into his back.
"I made a painting of your dogs for your birthday, Germany! - Um, you don't mind, right?"
More coughing.
"Germany-san, what is it?"
Japan squeaked as Germany suddenly put his rather large hands over his eyes and made him look the other way.
"Germany-san!?"
Italy looked at Germany, then. Oh, dear, he was turning a very strange color indeed...
"...I...Italy..."
It was a good painting, he'd thought, but...
Italy groaned as Germany suddenly ran off, his hand to his face. Was that blood? What had happened ( ... )
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Oh, Italy. And oh, Germany. Why so pervy and charming at the same time.
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Thank you!(The WriterAnon)
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awesome anon
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