This is just the opposite of the last chapter. Also, THE PICTURE ABOVE IS SO ADORABLE!!

~Germany's pov~

It was a normal day at home I texted Italy a few hours ago, but she hasn't answered. I decided to call her, after a while it said 'called declined'. At the moment Spain and France were at the house hanging out with Prussia.

"Hey Spain, do jou know where Romana is?" Spain and the others were having a drinking contest so she was starting to get drunk.

"Oh, si, she's um, somewhere." Spain said before taking another swing of her beer. I sighed and grabbed the keys to her car. I hope nothing is wrong, I thought as I started up her car.

~le time skip brought to you by stuff~

When I got to Italy's house everything was so quiet, it was creepy. I knocked on the door. No answer.

"Italy, it me Germany, I'm coming in," I opened the door. It was unlocked. Unfortunately when I walked inside Romana saw me and glared at me.

~3 person pov~

"WHAT-A ARE YOU-A DOING HERE, YOU-A POTATO JERK-A FACE!? She yelled, but she became really quiet after a whining noise came from the kitchen.

"Frattella, where's-a the pasta?" Romana went back to the kitchen to cook the pasta. Germany followed her to the kitchen to find Italy on the floor, it looked like she was sleeping.

"Your-a potato loving girlfriend is-a here." She looked up and saw me, but groaned and put her face back down.

"Italy, vhat's wrong?" Germany crouched down to Italy's level.

"I'm on my, uh." Her face was a little red, she obviously was embarrassed.

"Ja, vell since jou came over vhen it was mine, zhen I vill help jou." Italy looked up and smiled, but Romana glared back at me.

"There is-a no way that I-a will let you stay-a here! Plus she has-a me to take-a care of her, she doesn't need-a you!" Italy slowly got up, and placed her chin on Romana's shoulder.

"Frattella, just-a today let her-a stay, please." Romana huffed and pushed Italy to Germany.

"Fine if-a you want-a this potato jerk, then I'm-a leaving!" She walked past the two of them and slammed the door on the way out.

"Germany, can you-a please put the pasta on-a plate." Germany put the pasta on a plate. Italy opened her mouth and pointed.

"Zhere's no vay zhat I vill feed jou!" Italy just sat up and pouted.

"Ugh, fine" Germany scoped some pasta up and gave it to Italy, who smiled and gave a happy "Ve".

"You can have-a some too,"

"O-Oh, zhanks." Germany took a bite from the pasta, then Italy started giggling.

"V-Vhat is it?" Germany's face grew a light shade of pink, and Italy just giggled a little more. She leaned in and kissed her on the lips, licking the corner of her mouth.

"You had a little pasta sauce on your face." Germany's face turned a darker shade of red. She covered her face, which made her appear even cuter.

"Vell I guess zhat jou are better," Italy just took another bite of the pasta and went to the living room.

"Sorry I didn't-a answer your texts or-a your call." Germany just nodded and Italy cuddled into her side. Germany kissed her forehead, and held her closer.

"Are jou alright now?" Germany looked at Italy and saw she had fallen asleep. She got up to leave but when she got to the door she was pushed against the wall.

"Hey potato lover!" Romana was staring daggers at Germany. This wasn't her usual angry and annoyed glare, there was a hint of protection within the glare.

"Don't-a you dare ever, and I-a mean ever, think about-a hurting Mia Fratella! If you-a do I will kill-a you in your-a sleep!" Germany just stared wide eyed, she just shook her head. Romana let her go and as she opened the door she laughed.

"What-a are you laughing at-a?" Germany looked at Romana, who seemed to had gotten angry again.

"I knew jou veren't as bad as everyone ztates jou are." Romana just flipped her off and went into the kitchen. Germany started up her car and drove home.

~le time skip brought to you by beer~

When Germany got home she found Spain, Prussia and France on the floor sort of passed out. France started trying to hit on Germany, Spain started arguing to no one in spanish, and Prussia was laughing like a maniac.

"France, I vill shove zhat vine bottle down jour throa!" She immediately backed away. France dragged Spain out the door with him, Spain punching and cussing at France the whole time. Prussia slung her arm around Germany.

"Okay, let's sober jou up." Germany then splashed some water on her face and got her a glass of water.

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