Mr.Germany is a nice guy!
 

---------- Post added 05-22-2012 at 09:45 PM ----------

"Pasta!" A high pitched squeal came as the young italian encountered some of the lovely stuff in the kitchen. He fixed it immediately, not knowing where it came form, who's it was, or why it was just sitting out. He didn't care either. This kind of opportunity didn't come around often. He took a plate of the food and say down, deciding to eat. He slurped up a noodle, not bothering to try and hide the awful noise. He wasn't one for manners, and he didn't particularly care who saw him eating like a pig. It was Japan who caught him, staring at the tomato sauce covered boy with slight disgust. He really couldn't get why someone had to eat in such a fashion. He also wasn't so sure how Feliciano had come across the pasta. Where had it come from? Seriously, was it just magically appearing or something? He tried not to think to hard about it and walked away, trying to find Germany who was always trying to teach them to win against their enemies. (of coarse Italy never listened, but that didn't seem to bother Germany all that much.) Feliciano just kept stuffing his little face, forgetting about talking to Germany completely.

Ludwig paced down the hall, looking at the notes he had on the next training exercises. He was trying t do new approaches to get the young Italian to take the training serious so they could actually accomplish something. He turned to see Japan walking to him. "Yes, Japan? May I help you?"

Japan wasn't exactly sure of telling on Italy was the right thing to do, but the guy had been making a really big mess all over the place. "um..Feliciano is getting tomato sauce all over the place." He said, frowning as he spoke. He knew that Germany would most likely be unhappy with the rather useless brunette, but he really didn't want to let Italy tear up the entire kitchen either. He had looked rather gross sitting in the floor with red stuff all over his face and hands with a big bowl in his lap. He'd had a bit of wine as well which was more than a bit disturbing.

Ludwig sighed. "Again with the messes? I tell him time and time again to be more careful!" he walked off to the kitchen to find the italian, and a good portion of the floor, speckled with tomato sauce. "Italy!!"

"Hick.." Italy hiccuped and then giggled a little, holding a bottle of rich wine out to Luwig. "You..hick...want...hick...some?" He asked, taking one more swig and then another bite of pasta. He felt giddy and silly. "You look less scary when I'm drunk...hick.." He giggled some more. "Are you gonna punish me?! I don't wanna die! I my gosh, I'm to young, I have stuff to do, I'm just a little country! In still practically a baby!..." he kept blabbing from there, not stopping talking for a good while.

He sighed, realizing that today, nothing would be accomplished. "No Italy, I only drink beer, and again no, I am not going to punish you today." he got a towel and handed it to Italy "Clean yourself off a bit and eat your pasta carefully." he took the bottle of wine from the Italian and set it on the counter before setting to work on cleaning the pasta sauce up.

Feliciano simply nodded a little at the other. "If you say so, but this is way better than beer." He insisted. He slurped up another noodle, finishing up the whole bowl. He whined and then stood up. "It's all gone." he said with a frown. He took his bowl and dropped it in the sink before sinking to the floor and poked Germany in the belly. "What are you doing?" He asked, his hair laying in a puddle of tomato sauce.

"I am cleaning up." He started washing the pasta bowl carefully, to make sure all the sauce was gone. "I am very meticulous about these things, as you should know..."

Italy wrapped one arm around Germany's neck and yawned a little. "Pfft. Don't use such big words." He said and smiled lightly. "I'm hungry!" He said, not caring that he'd just eaten. "You have lots of meat right? Tasty sausage and stuff." Japan was just watching curiously and was slightly confused. he couldn't understand what Italy was doing at all with his arms all wrapped up on Germany.

Ludwig didn't react to the arms. "Brautwurst? Yes, I have some. Would you like some?" He looked at Feliciano before dabbing some of the sauce out of his hair carefully avoiding his curl (Erro-zone~). "I have the regular kind and the kind with cheese on the inside."

Italy hummed and ran a finger along Germany's jawline. "Yes, that, Bratwurst. I want some with cheese...and some beer." He was still running his finger around, now tracing it along Luwig's throat. Japan was still staring, the most disturbed expression marring his features.

Ludwig shivered and moved away from Italy, and went to the fridge to get out the brautwurst. "Are you sure you want beer?" He asked as he pulled out two beers and set them on the counter. He had never seen the Italian drink beer, but if he wanted to, who was Ludwig to stop him?

He nodded. "Will it make my tummy feel warm and Bubbly like the wine?" He asked, smiling all to wide. "don't do that! You're going to have to deal with him when he wakes up all hung over." Japan knew hangovers made people useless and sick. Apperantly Germany didn't care that with Italy all hungover, they were going to get even less down. Feliciano ignored Japan and opened his own bottle, simple smashing the top off on the side of the counter and then taking a swig. "It taste funny." He said and took another drink, getting dizzy and nearly falling over a few times before collapsing on Germany. He dropped the bottle making glass get all over the floor.

Ludwig jumped slightly "Feliciano, perhaps you should lay down.... At least until the Brautwurst is ready.." Germany knew the hangover that Italy had was gonna be bad, so he figured he'd go ahead and have the italian lay down to rest. "And I'll bring it to you, alright?"

Italy didn't really try to fight back, he just complied and lay down on the couch. "Hmm. Can you feed me too? That would be nice." He was acting so strangely and didn't really realize it in his drunken state. He was a mess to be quite frank. "Your hair is pretty. It's like gold and your eyes are so...." *snore* the Italian had fallen asleep before even finishing his sentence, making the bratwurst practically useless since he couldn't eat it until he woke up.

Ludwig simply put the brautwurst up before even cooking. He knew Italy wouldn't be able to resist sleep, it was in his Italian blood after all. "I'm going to put him in his room and then finish cleaning, alright Japan? Consider today a holiday from training..." He scooped the small man up and walked him to his room.

Feliciano groaned as his sleep was slightly disturbed and grabbed a death hold on Germany, wrapping his little fists up in his coat. "Don't leave me." He whined, still to far asleep to know who he was talking to, or why for that matter. He just knew he didn't want the person to go away. He wanted them to stay with him always and love him, and cherish him. The person smelled good and he buried his face into them, making him even harder to separate from the man he didn't know he was being carried by. He couldn't quite place what he was feeling or how he was sniffing. He was in a drunken, half asleep stupor.

Germany's eyes widened and he sighed. "I have to clean Italy." He attempted to put the Italian down multiple times, and each different attempt failed him. "Italyyy" He sighed and sat on the bed, Feliciano curled up on his lap. "You really gave me no option did you?"

Italy was snoring softly and still had a hold on Germany. He was dreaming about someone, but he couldn't tell who it was. He couldn't make out a face. Who eve it was smelled like expensive cologne and had the slight twang of beer. They were holding him closely and they stroked his hair, whispering to him with their soft voice which had a heavy German accent. He knew he should know who this was, but it wouldn't come to him.

Germany tried one more to get the Italian off of his lap, but sadly, he could not. Italy had a grip worse than death when he slept, and Ludwig could do nothing about it. "Italy! Wake up now!" he knew that too would be futile but, it didn't stop him from trying.

Italy was still just snoring and he whined a little in his sleep. He wasn't to happy about the way his dream had started going. The person, whoever they were, had betrayed him, going for a woman. She was young and had large busts and blonde hair with sparkling blue eyes. He cried in his sleep, waking up right before he could think of who the person in his dream was. He had a headache and looked to see he was laying ontop of Germany. He blinked a few times, seeing he had a death grip on the man's jacket. He laughed nervously. "Hehe....hi...Germany..."

"Hello Italy... You fell asleep as soon as you laid on the couch." He stood and finally set the Italian on his bed. "You were having a nightmare." He stretched. "Now, I have to go clean, so if you don't need anything, I'll just be going..."

Italy got up a bit to quickly and then fell back down. The alchol had him feeling like hell. "hmm." He closed his eyes and held his stomach in pain. "I don't feel so good." He said and felt like he might throw up.

Ludwig quickly grabbed the trash can by the bed and handed it to Italy. "Into that please. I'm going to get you some ginger-ale and advil, alright?"

He just groaned and threw up into the trash can. "Thanks Germany.." he muttered. He wasn't feeling so hot at all and the thoughts of his previous nightmare were plaguing him.