It was just another day for Germany at his home with the Axis and [Name], a close friend of theirs.
As much as the lunch that Italy made was delicious – it was potato gnocchi to Germany’s pleasant surprise – it irked him that the happy-go-lucky Italian left his kitchen dirty for the millionth time, leaving the blonde German to put aside his paperwork to clean the kitchen.
“Why can’t he be more like Japan or [Name] even…?” Germany mumbled to himself.
The blond German sighed upon finishing the cleaning of his kitchen and noticed that it had been about forty minutes since he started. Sighing again, he walked into the living room and noticed a boxers-wearing Italy trying to climb onto the couch with a sleeping [Name].
“Italy! What’re you doing?!” Germany growled out soft enough so that [Name] wouldn’t wake, but loud enough for Italy to hear.
“I just wanted to sleep with the bella, Germany!” Italy whined pa