Hello everyone! Here is chapter 5. Hope you like it! I will try to get the next chapter out sooner.

"Germany! Germany! Wake up!"

I opened my eyes. Italy was standing over me, shaking my arm. I groaned as the memory of my dream came back to me.
"Germany, are you alright? You are all sweaty, and you look restless." There was much concern in Italy's eyes. I decided it would be best to not tell him about the dream.

"I'm fine." I replied. Sitting up, brushing Italy off my arm. I rubbed my eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's seven." Italy paused, put his arm on my shoulder, then asked again. "Are you sure you are alright?"

I looked over at him. It was obvious he wasn't going to let this go easily, so I used the only way I knew to get him to drop it. " ITALY! I SAID I'M FINE! NOW DROP IT BEFORE I MAKE YOU!" I yelled, and pushed him off me. I caught him off guard and he fell on the floor. I felt bad, but I didn't show it. Instead I yelled at him to get out of my room.
Italy stumbled up, there were tears in his eyes. He looked at me. I just glared at him. He turned around and left my room without another word, closing the door behind him.

I sighed, and buried my face in my hands. I wish I didn't have to do that. But I couldn't tell him about the dream. He is scared enough as he is about the war, telling him would just make everything worse. And even then it was just a dream. I got out of bed and walked over to my dresser. On top of the dresser was a picture of me and Italy. The only one I ever let him take. He made about fifteen copy's of it, and gave me one in a frame for my birthday. That was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I sighed again. I would have to make this up to him. I opened a drawer and pulled out a shirt, and threw it on. Then grabbed a pair of black pants and put them on.

I walked out of my room and towards the kitchen. Italy taught me how to make breakfast pasta, so I could make that as a peace offering.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the pantry where I found any and every kind of pasta. I grabbed Italy's favourite, set it on the counter, then grabbed a pot.
Throughout making the pasta I made a couple mistakes, but nothing too noticeable I hoped. Once it was finished I put it on a plate, and placed it on a tray, along with a glass of orange juice, and a fork.
I picked up the tray and brought it towards Italy's room, which was actually a guest room, but he always stayed in that one so it was basically his room. As I neared his room I started worrying that he wouldn't want to see me. Could I blame him?
I stood in front of his door, and pushing away that fear, I knocked. There was a moment of silence, and that fear, mixed with guilt came rushing back. Then came a sound, like small footsteps. The door opened, and Italy stood there, teary eyes. When he saw me, his eyes widened in what I assumed was surprise.
I cleared my throat. "Can I come in?" Italy nodded then stepped aside. I walked in and set the tray on his bedside table. We sat on his bed. " I brought you breakfast. It's your favourite." I said, looking over at the tray, then back at Italy, giving him a weary smile. Italy smiled back. "Look, Italy, about earlier, I- I didn't" Italy stopped me.
"Germany, you don't have to apologize, I forgive you!" He gave me another smile.
"Are you sure? I would understand if you didn't." I rambled. Surly no one can just forgive that easily.
"It's okay. I can tell that you are sorry. I forgive you." He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was surprised by this. He has always been an affectionate one, but he has never done that before.
Italy chuckled then grabbed his tray and started eating.
"I, uh, I guess I will let you eat then. " I got up to leave.
"You don't have to go." Italy reasoned. "I could use some company."

I sat back down. We sat in awkward silence for a little while. After a while, I decided to break it. "So, yesterday I got a letter. We are having one more meeting before the war. We are going to have to gain some allies."

"How about Canada? He has always been nice to me." Italy suggested. 

"Sure." I replied. "We should talk to others too though. " Italy nodded in agreement as he finished his breakfast.
"Alright, well, I will take that." I grabbed his tray for him and stood up. "Get ready for training."
Italy stood up and hugged me tight. "Thank you so much for the breakfast! It was amazing!" I smiled. Italy is the only who gives me complements. He let go, and I quickly put a straight face back on.
"Meet me at the front in an hour." I said. Italy nodded, so I turned and left his room.