poor Germany

{kicks legs back and forth and oooops, ice cream on Italy's cheek, let's all giggle and smooch it off, isn't this cute}

(makes me want to cuddle little France!)

Veeeeee~ Germany~! I hope France stays like this forever!

Me too!

Oi, what are you doing to Italy? (Unfair, just because you are a kid)

pastalavita He can't stay this way forever! mumbles I won't allow it

But he's much better this way!

Germania est spav....effrayant

pastalavita No

{pouts at Italy and cuddles, head on his shoulder so he can give Germany another devil child smirk}

As a kid, he's saying bad words and is being bad. He needs to be spanked. (Just cause you are taking Italy's affection)

Ahahahaha pensavo che la Germania era troppo spaventoso.

What?! He didn't say bad words! {starts running away with France} No spanking!

He said something....

Hey, why are you running off with him? (Runs as well)

Scary! he said you're scary-! {screams} He's right, you are scary! Help!

I lost my ice cream! {Stops abruptly}

I'll give you mine if you stop running.

(heart breaks, Italy thinks I'm scary)

See? Germany's not scary.

Ja. (gives a manly pout at Italy. And snarls at France when Italy is not lookingdeath eyes)

{Doesn't understand why France is crying suddenly!} Uwaaaa! {gives him germany's ice cream and bounces him in his lap}

I gave that to you? Italy is so good. (tempted to make France cry more)

France needs it more than me! {pouts and then leans in and has a lick, giggling with France. INDIRECT KISSES}

(crushes the bottle of cola he's holding in one hand) Should we buy another one?

I mean, France is already enjoying that one.

Germany! Your hand!

(its bleeding) Don't worry about it. its nothing a cone of ice cream can't cure. I have money left to buy one for the two of us to share

{puts France on his hip and nods} Quickly before you bleed too much! We should get raspberry sauce!

Da. We should.

(Runs to get a cone of icecream for the two of them to share)

Veeeee! {Has some of France's while he waits and wonders whey France is scowlin- Oh! Ice cream on his nose, but it's ok-

-France is going to lick it off}

(sees that, and jogs fast to where Italy is with lots of ice cream. Helps with Italy's nose)

We have more ice cream now. You don't need to share with France

{giggles} There we go, France! More for you.

(nods)

{stares Germany down while slowly tipping his ice cream in an attempt todrop it and get the other one}

(I think he'll just buy more)

( germany and france)