freakyfeline Posted December 25, 2012 Share Posted December 25, 2012 It was six in the morning when the alarm when off, Germany woke up peeling of the bed sheet to the side and placing his feet on the cold floor. He walked to the bathroom washed his face and brushed his teeth. He took his neatly hanged uniform to wear it and combed his platinum blond hair neatly back. When he was ready at 6:30 it was time for breakfast, he walked to the window pulling the curtains apart and letting the morning sunlight filtrating into the room 'Ze perfect day' he muttered, Everything goes according to his morning routine and that was what makes a great start for Germany to prepare for another long hardworking day. Until he comes along... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kriea Posted December 25, 2012 Share Posted December 25, 2012 "Doitsu, doitsu," Italy said. His still had his bedhead hair, but he was fully dressed and ready to go. Italy walked over to Germany and poked him saying, "Doitsu, good morning!" with a fully-blown smile. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freakyfeline Posted December 25, 2012 Author Share Posted December 25, 2012 He placed a hand over his face when he watched Italy barging in with his usually amazing energy and cheerfulness 'Herr Italy..' He was about to say something as he pointed at his hair but he held back his words. 'ah never mind, are you ready for ze training?' he said, hoping somehow that Italy would be cooperative today instead of making appetitlich lunch meals and building vite vlags (white flags) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kriea Posted December 27, 2012 Share Posted December 27, 2012 "Hai, Doitsu!" Italy hoped Germany would see the strange language he had picked up from Japan. Italy followed Germany downstairs. They had not eaten breakfast yet and the Italian would not leave the house before they ate. "Doitsu, let's eat!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freakyfeline Posted December 27, 2012 Author Share Posted December 27, 2012 'yes' he said with a sigh and followed him to the kitchen table 'have you done breakfast herr Italy?' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kriea Posted December 28, 2012 Share Posted December 28, 2012 "Hai, Doitsu," the fun-loving Italian said with a bright grin. "I made pasta and pasta and some pasta that you'll love." Italy responded. "I made pasta with wurst." Italy hoped the blond nation would like it. He spent some time making the dish. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freakyfeline Posted December 28, 2012 Author Share Posted December 28, 2012 'pasta for breakfast?!' he muttered with a bewildered look on his face at least with wurst but that was nice of herr Italy, though he has a feeling of going to be sick from eating all that pasta. He didn't wish to be rude so he didn't complain. He was courteous enough to set the plates. Though he is scary and rigid as a wall sometimes, he is nice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kriea Posted December 30, 2012 Share Posted December 30, 2012 Italy poured out a big bowl of the pasta with wurst for Germany and poured himself a nice large bowlful as well. Italy then waited until Germany sat down to begin eating. The two ate quickly and when breakfast was over, Italy washed the plates and piled them. He them followed Germany out to the training field. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freakyfeline Posted December 31, 2012 Author Share Posted December 31, 2012 He took his fill and enjoyed his unusal breakfast, sice he loves wurst so much. He then helped him to clear the dishes and they headed to the field. He turned and looked at the brown haired man ' Right we will start of by two laps around this ten mile squared field' he said so in a very casual tone as if he was used to conceive such training. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kriea Posted January 5, 2013 Share Posted January 5, 2013 Italy looked at Germany with an incredulous stare. "Ehhhhh...Doitsu, why that much?.." Italy looked at the field and then steeled himself. He began to run around the track. The only thought on his mind was that lunch would be pasta. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freakyfeline Posted January 10, 2013 Author Share Posted January 10, 2013 Germany groaned ' training is training' he replied so sternly as he started to jog around the field, sometimes watching Herr Italy as if he was making sure that he was still there. Since it was a very sunny day and he was wearing his full fledged uniform he started sweating and his blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight and even starting too became loose from its combed way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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