"yes, I will." he kissed the Italian tenderly.

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Italy slept rather well, all cuddled up beside his love. He dreamed rather pleasantly and he couldn't say there was anything that could bring him down. Once he woke the next morning, he stood and went to the shower, then to the kitchen. He wondered if there would be training to do today.

Ludwig was already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the both of them. "Good morning Italy"

Italy looked at Germany. "Mm. Good morning Ludwig." he said softly, still half asleep.

"Did you sleep alright?" Ludwig asked and he put a small stack of pancakes on a plate and handed to the Italian along with a bottle of maple syrup

"Mhm. Did you?" He took the plate and started drowning his pancakes in the syrup.

"I did." He smiled over at him. ".. Is that enough syrup..?"

"Yeah. Maybe." He started eating. "Mmm. I like syrup. You can't have too much."

"I see.." Ludwig laughed softly, "How are they by the way?"

Italy had syrup all over his face. "Yup..very good."

Ludwig laughed softly. "You have syrup... everywhere.."

Italy looked at him innocently. "Do I?"

"Yes you do love...everywhere." he made himself a plate and sat beside Italy.

Italy put his finger on Germany's nose, leaving syrup there. "Tee hee." He giggled. "Now it's on you too!"

Ludwig looked cross-eyed at the syrup dot. "Oh. Well, so I do..." He laughed softly

Italy licked the syrup off. "I need a shower and then I'm gonna see how France is doing ok?"

Ludwig nodded. "Alright... I think, you can go without bandages on most of the wounds today... Just, over where the brand had been, alright?"

Italy nodded. "M'kay. I can do that myself." He bounded up the stairs and hopped into the shower, singing softly. He got off all the sticky syrup and then got out. He dressed appropriately and then went into the room with France. "Brother..?" He said softly and France looked at him sleepily. "What do you want?" He asked and Italy cringed at the hate in his voice. "How are you feeling..?" France growled. "You stabbed me. How do you think I feel?" Italy thought he might cry. "I-I'm sorry...you scared me." France just kept glaring. "Go away."

Ludwig cleaned up all of the mess from where he had cooked and put the syrup away, hoping Italy seeing France was a smart choice

Italy felt a tear run down his cheek. "O-Ok..." France laughed. "You're a real wimp." He looked at the nasty wound on Italy's leg where he hadn't bandaged up the branded place yet. "That looks disgusting." France commented and Italy frowned. France uncovered the bloody spot where he'd been stabbed. "But this looks worse." Italy blanched visibly and ran to rebandage the place. "Why would you do that?!" France yanked Italy down by his hair and held a knife to the silly strands. "I should make you just as ugly as you made me!" Italy screamed as loud as he could. "Don't!"

Ludwig heard Italy's screams and ran to the room, brandishing a pistol in his hand. "France. Let go of Italy. Now." He aimed the gun right at the french man.

France took a yank on the little curl that was Italy's pride. "Or what? You'll shoot me?" He laughed. "You wouldn't dare. He held the knife dangerously close to Italy's curl, making the you man cry. "No...I need that.."

"France. Let Italy go. He acted in defense of himself." Ludwig lowered the gun. "Now lower the knife..."