GerIta fluff

GerIta fluff
It was 6:30 a.m. when Ludwig awoke to the sound of knocking on his door. He groaned and got up, slipped on a jacket and trousers and headed downstairs on the tiled floor to open the door.

When he answered the door he was surprised, or rather not very surprised, to find a smiling Italy. Italy was holding around four or five shopping bags full to the brim with stuff. Germany groaned. "What are you doing here, Italy?" he asked. Italy chuckled and gave a large grin. "Why, I'm here to see you of course!" he exclaimed. Germany rolled his eyes "What have you got in the bags?" he asked. Italy smiled again "I've got some ingredients for pasta and to bake some canolli. I was hoping that you would make them with me."

Germany sighed, opened the door and stepped away "Alright then come in." Italy squealed with delight and skipped in to the house, kicking off his shoes in the process. Germany groaned once more and closed the door and locked it behind him. He followed Italy into the kitchen and found that he'd already placed the bags on the counter and emptied most of the contents as well.

He stared at Italy a moment before speaking "You know Italy, you could have come over later in the day." Italy made a sound. "Nonsense," he replied "I have to come over this early or the cannoli wont bake properly. You don't want half cooked cannoli do you?" Germany stared at him in confusion a moment "Well I guess not."

"Well," he be began "I have to take a shower before I can help you, do you mind waiting just a few? It should only be about 5 minutes." He assured him.

"No not at all!" Italy grinned "I'll just get the ingredients out and ready."

"Well alright then, if you're sure." Germany replied as he turned around and began to head up the stairs. "Oh and Italy, don't turn on the stove. There's a special way to do it and if you don't do it right it might light on fire. Gilbert broke it a while back." And with that he disappeared upstairs.

A few minutes later Italy could hear the water from the shower. He giggled and continued getting the ingredients out of the bags. He spread everything out across the counter tops and even got out the bowls and mixing utensils that he needed. He ended up only having to actually wait about 3 minutes for Germany to return downstairs.

Germany came downstairs in blue jeans and a white long sleeved dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows. Italy blushed; Germany totally looked hot. He turned around trying to avoid Germany seeing his blush, of course being the persuasive person that Germany is he saw it anyways, but decided to ignore it. Instead Germany turned towards the ingredients on the counter. "Alright," he began "where do we start?"

Italy thought a moment before replying "Well why don't you just start by putting all the the dry ingredients into that bowl there." He suggested. Germany nodded and walked over to the ingredients that lay on the counter. There was a recipe beside the bags on the counter. He looked at it a moment and began to follow it, adding the flour, sugar, salt and baking powder into the mix. He started mixing it with a wooden spoon that Italy had laid on the counter for him.

Italy watched with mild amusement as Germany mixed the ingredients. He seemed very focused and into what he was doing, almost happy. Italy was happy as long as Germany was. Italy turned towards his own bowl that had a mixture of egg, vanilla and milk as well as a tiny bit of sugar. He got out the electric mixer and plugged it in. Germany turned towards him "Uh, Italy?" Germany began "Si Germany, what is it?" Italy enquired. "Do you have to use the electric mixer? Can't you just use a regular spoon?" Italy laughed. "No silly, I have to use the electric mixer because the recipe says that I have to beat it until it looks right."

Germany scowled. "That seems kind of rude, don't you think?" He asked. "What do you mean?" Italy asked. Germany gesture towards the bowl in front of Italy. "What did that bowl ever do to you to deserve to be beaten?" Italy laughed once more. "Oh Germany, you're so funny." Germany turned his attention back to his own bowl, he hadn't exactly been joking. Italy turned on the electric mixer and began to beat the concoction in the bowl in front of him.

Germany tensed but continued with his mixture. A few minutes later Italy decided that it was time to combine their two mixtures into one in the bigger bowl that he had set to the side. Germany dumped his mixture into the larger bowl first, followed by Italy who did so much slower as he had the liquid and didn't really want to spill all over Germany's counter as he knew he would get in trouble.

Italy then proceeded to shove the electric mixer into Germany's hands. Germany stared at him a moment. "Well what are you waiting for?" Italy asked "Um... well..." Germany started scratching the back of his head nervously. Italy raised an eyebrow. "You can't be serious."

"What!?" Germany demanded. "Don't tell me you're afraid of the electric mixer!" Italy giggled. Germany blushed in embarrassment. "No, of course I'm not scared! Its just an electric mixer, it can't hurt me!" Germany insisted.

"Of course, of course." Italy mused with a chuckle. "What?" Germany demanded once again. "Would you like me to do it for you?" asked Italy. Germany blushed but handed Italy the electric mixer anyways. "Yes please." he replied extremely ashamed. Italy patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay Germany everyone is afraid of something!"

Germany smiled softly down at the Little Italy. "Thank you." Italy smiled up at him. "Anything for you." he replied with a grin.