Name: Feliciano Vargas
Age: 18

Ludwig Doitsu
20

Italy was still laying in the bed after the time he was supposed to be up and ready for training. He didn't really care all that much about training. He was feeling lazy and the only reason he'd even consider getting up was for food. He could smell sausage in the kitchen and he opened one eye. "Hmm?" He staggered up from the bed and to the kitchen. There was Japan, making... "Why are you making bratwurst?" He asked, wondering why the guy was making a food normally only prepared by Germany. "I'm not going to eat that." He warned, not liking anything but gourmet food. He made his own breakfast of cold pizza that he'd made the day before. He knew he'd have to sneak back off before Germany found him and yelled at him for getting up late. He ate and ran to take a shower and get dressed. He then went back to bed again, closing his eyes. He didn't really think Germnay would come and look in his bed for him. He'd probably search somewhere else. He was to lazy to get up and hide better anyway.

Ninety-nine .... hundert, sweat glistened on Germany’s well muscled chest as he finished the last of his private work out. Grabbing a towel he wiped the beaded sweat off his brow thankful for the cool air blowing from the fan as he stepped inside. Japan stood at the counter preparing Bratwurst, Italy as usual was nowhere in sight, which surprised him. Usually wherever food was found Italy surely would be sooner or later. “Hallo Japan” he grunted spearing one of the finished Bratwurst on a fork, Japan said nothing but that was pretty normal for the quiet country so he thought nothing of it. Munching on the German sausage he headed towards his room to grab some new clean clothes and hop into the shower to clean himself off. Heading past Italy’s closed door he headed into the bathroom and hoped into the shower. Italy still wasn’t out and about by the time Germany was out of the shower. Frowning, the blond man took a seat at the counter. “Where ist Italy?” he asked doing what he always did and mixing a few words of German in with English. “Shouldn’t he be awake by now?” Japan said nothing, but Germany didn’t expect him too. Standing up he headed towards Italy’s room, no doubt he hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet. “Italy aufstehen! Get up!” he yelled at the lump under the covers. Striding over to the bed he picked Italy up blankets and all and bore him out of the room dumping him in the kitchen. “So nice of you to join us” he said one eyebrow arched. “Training shall begin soon”

Italy was startled as he was awaken by the loud voice of Ludwig. "Eekk! Don't kill me! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stay in the bed so long! In too young to die! I have things to do, pasta to eat!" He kept babbling like this until he was tossed on the floor. "Oof.." He stood and rubbed his now sore fanny. "That hurt!" He whined, pouting and then looking at himself. He was just in his shorts, no shirt at all. This made him blush uncontrolably. "Hehehe...um...I should a probably go and get dressed a bit better no?" He said nervously in his strong Italian accent. He dashed for his room and pulled on a top and a pair of jeans. "That's a better." He said and smiled at Gernany cheerfully. "What are we going to a do today?" He asked, eyes closed and lips curled into a sweet looking smile. He was in a good mood as always, and feeling just as lazy as ever. "Do you want to get some pasta?" He asked his German ally, completely unfocused on training or any of that sort of thing. His battle plan still involved a little white flag and a lot of begging for mercy. He wasn't much of a fighter and he knew that annoyed Ludwig to no end.

“Nein, I do not vant pasta. I vant you to start paying attention to your training. I vant you to actually do something other than just eat pasta and laze about all day. I vant you to learn how to fight and not wave a white flag in the face of enemies begging for mercy” Germany shook his head scattering droplets of water from his still wet hair everywhere, he was at his wits end with this young man. Italy refused to do any training, he refused to learn to defend himself. Why just last week Italy had called and he had to go save him from England or France or any of the others who would kidnap Italy in the hopes that it would help. Only to learn it didn’t help at all, Italy was high maintenance eating only gourmet food and being of no help at all. “Today we train Italy, I’ve decided to start a private training with you. Japan doesn’t have to do it because he keeps up vith his training. Come” without waiting for an answer Germany picked the whiny young man up and tossed him over his shoulder escorting him out of the room. In the end they stopped at Germany’s private gym. He had just finished working out here but now it was Italy’s turn. “Here, now ve start”

Italy tuned Germany out, planning on simply doing nothing and being subordinate. The one thing that caught his real attention was the part about private training. Sure, he'd like to have all of Germany's attention for once and not have Japan around, but why to train? "I dot want to!" He whined like a child, squirming when he was tossed over Germany's shoulder like a sack of flour. "Why do we have to do this? Can't we do something fun? I want to have fun." He knew it was pointless. Germany was going to make him train. When they got to the gym, Italy just looked around at all of the equipment. He was still slung over Germany's shoulder, and he pretended to be asleep in hopes to escape having to do this.

The telltale snore coming from Italy told its own story, shaking his head he dumped Italy on the padded weightlifting bench, the weights were set for him so he slid a good amount off and set them down on the floor. Italy was still pulling the fake sleeping routine. Grabbing a bottle of water out of the mini fridge he had in his private gym he squirted about half of it all over the prone Italian. “Get up Italy ve have much training to do” he said sternly. Almost everything he said sounded stern even when he didn’t intend it too. The German accent did that. His private gym was filled methods of training, a weight bench, treadmill, punching bag, weights, things of that sort, things that helped him hone his body. “Come Italy” pulling the lazy young man up by the scruff of his shirt he set him down near the punching bag. “It isn’t for very long…. Well not long for me, now get up Italy” he had no doubt this was going to be a big struggle between him and Italy and no doubt he would give up in the end, but at the moment he was fired up and ready to shape Italy into a soldier.

Italy squealed with unhappiness as he was squirted by the water. "That's mean!" He whined and then pouted as he was forced to stand near the punching bag. He hit it and it didn't do anything. "I tried, now let's do something fun!" He insisted, grabbing Germany by the hand and trying to pull him to the nearest exit. "I don't want to waste my time doing this. I want to do stuff that we can both enjoy...like eating!" He couldn't think of anything else that both he and Germany liked. He was just as determined to get out of doing this as Germany was to make him. "Besides. You can't make a solider from me! I'm an innocent." He said, making excuses as was usual for him.

"Nein Italy you are a soldier... A horrible soldier but a soldier nonetheless and I will shape you into one" he shook his head at the pathetic attempt to punch the punching bag, Italy was hopeless but he was going to try anyway as useless as the whole endevor seemed. The tugs on his hand did no more to move them then if Italy were tugging at a wall. "Nein Italy ve shall not go eat ve shall train because I am tired of saving your butt while you wave the white flag." He went silent for a moment "has the white flag even worked before?" he asked talking more to himself then Italy. Pulling Italy back he set him down at the weight bench. "okay Italy if you can do ten lifts then we shall be done training for the day of not then we shall continue my way" it seemed a fair enough compromise

Italy sighed. If only ten weight lifts were asked, and that would get him closer to being done...well, that seemed worth it...but then, he kind of liked being alone with Germany. He didn't have to share his attention with that silly Japan. Italy always liked Ludwig's attention, seeing him as a friend and liking to consume his time. He purposely dropped the weight onto his chest, pretending not to be able to lift it any farther. After all, of he had to train 'Gemany's way' he'd have even more time with him. He saw a wrestling mat and found himself hoping they used that before the end of their session. If there was one way to get close to Germany, it would be rolling all over the floor with him and getting sweaty. He didn't even mean it in the perverted way it would sound to others. He simply craved to be close to this man. He wasn't even sure why. "Let's go play with Japan!" He suggested, just trying to seem like he didn't want to be here anymore.

Germany shook his blond head rather shamed by the attempt though oddly pleased Italy at least attempted it, it was more then he expected if truth be told. Leaning down he helped the young man lift the weight off his chest before he could hurt himself, it was obvious that the ten lifts were not going to happen but at least he tried. "Nein Italy we shall not go play with japan we shall work on our training or your training. And since you can't do the ten lifts we shall have to go with my special workout. And there will be no food until we complete it" the last statement had been a random add on he had just thought of but it was perfect it would really motivate the lazy Italian. "and if you do really well I shall take you out to a nice Italian restaurant. How does that sound?" he asked the corners of his mouth turning up in a small smile, he never smiled even that small smile was a lot for him. Grabbing Italy around the waist he tugged him over to the treadmill "first things first let's get your blood moving do a mile" he ordered turning the treadmill on a slow jog he knew the Italian could do it he had proven that he was just very lazy

Italy's eyes glowed at his new goal. "Really? Just me and you....?" He asked, not needing anymore motivation but that. The thought of Germany taking him to dinner had him ready to do anything requested of him and more. He squeezed his German friend into a hug and was then carried to a treadmill. He certainly didn't want to, but it was possible and he really wanted his reward, so he did it. "G-Germany..." He gasped after about a mile and a half. "Am I done yet?" He sputtered, wanting some water. He was getting worn out completely and wanted to take a nap. "What's after jogging?" He asked curiously, losing focus and not payin attention. He accidentally hit the knob that made the treadmill go faster and was hurled off of it, crashing into a pile of fumbles on the floor. "O-Oh!" he gasped, surprised by the sudden movement. He had half a mind to cry, but he didn't seeing as that would earn no sympathy from Ludwig. He simply stood back up and then walked back over to Ludwig. "What now?" He asked. "I wanna go to that restaurant with you, do tell me what I have to do." He said, brown eyes shining with excitement.

Ludwig had literally been about to shut the treadmill off as Italy was hurled off the machine having accidentally set it on high. Germany surpressed a chuckle. "are you okay Italy?" he asked going over to the young man and helping him to his feet. Superstitiously he checked Italy for injuries trying not to be too obvious about it as his eyes flickered over the Italians body. He looked okay and he certainly acted okay babbling about his reward. Germany was only half listening truth be told although he told the boy to shut up all the time he enjoyed the sound of italys voice even if he didn't listen to what the words were they were babbles most of the time anyway. The idea to take him out to a restaurant was already paying out the idea of food certainly did the trick. "now we work on those flimsy arms grabbing a few weights he handed them to Italy "just do a few reps, then just a quick lesson in hand to hand combat and then we will be done we are starting slow I'd be surprised if you do that much"

Italy frowned and a pout crossed his face. "Hey! My arms are not flimsy!" He crossed them and poked his lip put rebelliously. He had half a mind to just walk out, but he didn't want to give up the reward, so he just did as he was told. He had broken a sweat by now and it was beading up along his forehead. He started singing as he did his workout, not liking silence. "Why do we need to be fit if we have guns? Can't I just shoot them in the face or something?" He asked, all the while doing his workout. "Hey Germany. Have you ever kissed anyone before?" he asked, just babbling on. "I have, and it was a guy. Isn't that odd, hmm? It was nice though because I liked him, but he left me all alone for a really long time, so I was sad for a while." He wasn't aware that this topic might be touchy. "I was a very lonely country before you found me. I'm glad you're my friend." He was smiling fondly, still chatting about love and the sort. "So, who do you like anyway Ludwig? You don't seem the type to fall into love very easily." He wasn't even sure Germany was interested in anyone that way. He thought he'd just ask because they had become good allies and he thought German might talk to him about some more personal things.

All Germany said in reply was a grunt, to be honest he was a pretty lonely country himself, Italy was the first real friend he had ever had, but it wouldn’t do for him to know that. “Stop babbling and get to work Italy” he said ignoring each and every question acting as though he hadn’t even heard them. In truth he was thinking about them, thinking about the first time he was kissed, a young girl he had only seen briefly, and if he even liked anyone. Now that question gave him pause, did he like anyone? He mulled it over in silence watching the young man lift the weights. He hadn’t ever really liked anyone before so he wasn’t sure how to tell, he supposed he liked Italy, yes he did but he wasn’t exactly sure what Italy meant. “Vell I like you Italy…” he said slowly still rather unsure what the young man meant, it probably would have been best to ignore that question along with the rest of them but for some reason beyond him he had wanted to answer. “Love? Me in love vhat is love?” he snapped sensitive on that subject considering he had never had anyone express it towards him before so he didn’t know how to express it or really identify it himself.

He laughed when Germany said he liked him. "No, not like that silly. I was talking about someone special to you...you know, like a girlfriend." He was surprised when Germany snapped at him. He felt tears pounding behind his eyes. "I-I didn't mean to offend you." He ran out of the gym, not caring about the reward anymore. He ran to his room and shut himself in, not wanting to see anyone for the rest of the night. He hated it when Germany yelled at him, and he hadn't even done anything wrong that time. He determined that it didn't matter what he did, Ludwig was going to find something wrong with him. He started crying like a little baby, not caring that Japan could hear him from outside the door. The eastern country would probably thing he was a loser too, and he felt like he was completely useless and bullied.

Japan simply frowned when Italy came running in. He wasn't surprised to hear the young contry crying in his room. He'd always been a big baby, and he was sure Germany had just been stern with him or made him do something he hadn't wanted to. That was Italy, always pouting when he didn't get his way. It kind of annoyed Kiku actually. He simply looked at Germany and sighed. "What is wrong with Italy?" he asked softly in his usual quiet matter.

Germany shook his head as the young country ran out of the gym, he did feel bad for making him upset, he hadn’t actually meant to snap at him and upset him but love and such had always been a touchy subject for the normally cold and stern country. Heaving a sigh he went back into the house, Japan exchanged a silent look with Germany. It was always hard to tell what the soft spoken rather emotionless country was thinking. It would be easier to find out what a rock was thinking or even Germany. “Same thing that happens every time we are alone together, he babbles I say something I don’t actually mean to say, he takes it wrong and runs off crying.” More or less that was the whole of it there was more of course but there seemed to be no reason to talk Japan’s ear off.

Japan nodded silently watching Germany’s retreating back as he headed down the hall to pound on Italy’s door. Soft sniffled and hiccups could still be heard even with the door closed. “Ack Italy, I am sorry please come out” he said his accent heavier now that he was upset. His face didn’t show it nor did his body language but his eyes did, he felt bad for snapping at the young country. “How about we go out to the restaurant anyway an apology dinner” Japan said nothing throughout the exchange just glancing down the hallway curious.

Italy was still sniffling when he heard a bang on his door that was unmistakably a German knock. He jumped nearly through the ceiling he was so startled and sniffled even more when Germany requested entry. He didn't want to let him in, but he figured he'd have to sooner or later anyway. He very slowly made his way to the door and opened it a crack, peaking out at Germany. He could tell the man was at least slightly upset and he frowned. "I want to go to bed." He said, his face all red and his eyes puffy from crying. He couldn't go out looking like this. That would embarrass Germany to no end to be seen with a weak, weepy guy like himself. Then again, maybe Germany wouldn't mind so much? He hoped not, because half of him really wanted to go with Germany to the restaurant. "W-why did you get mad?" He asked softly, opening the door a little more, maybe even enough for Germany to come in the room if he really wanted to

Taking the silent offer to come in from the opened door he edged his way inside, he felt worse looking at italys red puffy eyes. Running a large hand through his blonde hair the country sighed it wasn't exactly something he wanted to talk about but Italy deserved to know why he had been snapped at right? "Vell Italy I got angry because if truth be told your are the first real friend I've ever had. I've never been in love before nein. I've kissed a girl yes but I didn't really feel anything" he shrugged staring at italys rumpled sheets, of course the lazy country hadn't made his bed yet. "what's the big deal about love anyway I've never been in love before and to be honest all that silly mushy gushy stuff I see other couples doing doesn't seem to suit me at all. Love I can do without" realizing he was babbling more then anything he fixed his gaze on Italy smiling not with his mouth but with his eyes. "so shall we go out to dinner?"

Italy was still a bit pouty, but with Germany's explanation he was willing to forgive. "Love isn't mushy Germany!" He said with a small laugh. "That's making love that's all mushy. Besides, I love you. There's more than one kind of love you know. You're my bestest friend and so I love you. I want you to be safe and I like being around you. Being in love is when you kiss and hold hands and go on dates and snuggle I. The couch because it's to cold outside." He was the one blabbing now. "I like love though. I think we all have a soulmate somewhere in the world, even you Ludwig because sme pretty girl with really big boobs and a big pitcher off beer will one day come and claim you as hers and she'll be your Bonnie lass." at the mention of going out, Italy shit up and then nodded. "Yeah. Hold up." He randomly flinged his clothes off, leaving him in his boxer shorts and changed into something a bit nicer. "There we go. Let's go now."

Germany chuckled under his breath "I'm German ja not Scottish but she would be my lass if she had two pitchers of bear and knew how to make a delectable bratwurst" turning his back on Italy while he dressed, though he wasn't sure why considering they were both men and Germany had seen him naked before or at least in his boxers, Ludwig waited until Italy was ready "ja let's go, I hope I'm not under dressed" it wasn't something he usually worried about but looking at italy in his nicer clothes and down at himself in a pair of army pants and a wife beater there was certainly a large difference. "ja I think I'll go change, without waiting for a reply from Italy, though he was pretty sure Italy would agree with him changing inti nicer clothes, he went into his own room and stripped off his clothes not even bothering to close the door as he changed into a pair of black pants and nice shirt. He felt better once changed or at least not so underdressed. "let's go Italy you'll love this place it's got all the types of gourment Italian food that you love." leading the way outside he started to walk along the driveway they would be walking to the restaurant considering it wasn't more then a ten minute walk away. As they were walking a couple holding hands passed by Germany shook his head at the mushy affection it seemed silly to him, though, and he would never admit to this, he wondered what it was like and side glanced at Italy wondering what he was thinking. He had ignored the young countries earlier statements about loving him finding it s rather uncomfortable subject but that didn't mean he hadn't heard it

Italy paused as Germany walke off to get redressed. He followed him into his room. "I thought you looke fine...I just wanted to look cute." He modeled his little sailor outfit, turning in circles so he could be seen at every angle. "I'm so cute like a little child." He said, smiling gleefully. As they were walking and Germany started talking about the food, Italy squealed happily. "Yay! I'm gonna get some pasta!" He declared and hummed while they walked, dancing about a little and catching the stares of a few people walking by. Apon seeing the couple walk past, Italy smiled and looked up at Germany. "You see. Those are happy people because they have each other. Isn't that wonderful?" He asked. He continued dancing like a child down the street, now walking up on a bench and balancing like it was a balence beam. "We should have some fun sometime. You always work really hard. We can play football sometime." He was talking about all kinda of random stuff the whole way, his persistent chatter not allowing Germany a word in between talking.

Italys insistent babbling made it impossible for Germany to get a word in edgewise, not that he particularly wanted to. Most of what Italy said went right over his head or maybe a better term would be in one ear and out the other so he wasn't really paying attention to what Italy was saying more listening to his voice as he talked. Some people would find it annoying and while Germany called italys nonstop talking annoying all the time secretly he didn't mind he liked listening to him. He didn't feel so alone with Italy around. "ja I guess" he said under his breath in reference to the couple but he was pretty sure Italy hadn't heard him and was proven right as Italy kept talking and talking. They reached the restaurant before long and was seated at their table in no time the place was in the expensive side but Germany wasn't to concerned it was okay to splurge sometime. Two girls seated together were watching them giggling no doubt they imagined this was a date shaking his head he ordered some wine for Italy and a glass of beer for himself. The menu was filled with a lot of good, expensive food, "ja.... Italy why don't you order for me?" he said finally having not said very much since they left the house

Italy was delighted at the girls' giggling. "Awe. They think we're together." He said with the sweetest smile he had. "I think that's kind of funny don't you a Germany?" He took Germany's hand from across the table and kissed his knuckles lightly, just to earn little giggles of approval from the female guests. "You see? People like love. It is good." He took a light sip of the fancy wine, savoring the bitter burn. He looked over the menu only a few seconds before he was ready. He already knew what he liked. "If you're not very hungry, we could spilt a plate...would you like that?" In truth, Italy just wanted an excuse to share food with Germany. They already looked like they were on a date, and even though Italy knew that this was just an apologetic gesture, he wanted to dream in his mind that this really was a date. He knew Ludwig wasn't really wanting a relationship at the moment, so he'd not say anything to make him uncomfortable. He just wanted this little fake romance for a little bit.