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[Sept 6] [Axis Powers Hetalia] Viva La Pizza!
Title: Viva La Pizza
Day/Theme: Sept 6 / there's an art to this
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Germany, Italy, America, Japan / GermanyxItaly(Germaly? XD)
Rating:PG
Germany could not believe it. One day he had been working hard, and the next, they were in his kitchen, wearing aprons. He glared down at the frilly article of clothing, then back over at Italy, who whistled happily, spinning a large round piece of dough on his finger. Italy's brown eyes shimmered over at him. “Now you Germany!”
Germany looked down at his own piece of dough, then looked over at Japan for help. Japan merely gave him a bored look(but Japan almost always looked like that!) as he sipped at his tea. Germany growled, picking the dough up. Surely he could even do what Italy did, after all... Italy was useless!! He picked up the dough and tried to spin it, but it fell flat on his finger. Italy blinked, eying the dough. Japan looked away, sipping at his tea for a little longer.
Italy frowned, rubbing his chin. “That's weird... oh well, at least I invited America, right Germany?”
“...what.”
Italy smiled. “I invited America! He could easily imitate the pizza making craft, so maybe you could learn from him!”
Germany gritted his teeth. What was wrong with Italy? Had those tomatoes made him completely useless? He glared down at the innocent red vegetable. It was at that time America made his debut, talking about how happy he was they invited him, and oh! Pizza!
Germany watched as Italy and America made the pizza together. Both imitating the other's example almost to a tee. Italy talked animatedly while they made it, talking about pizza as if it were a form of art and it ought to be made with respect. Germany had a glazed look in his eyes as they put the pizza in the oven. Italy smiled at Germany. “Did you get all that?”
They were talking while they were doing that?
Italy eyed Germany while America tried talking to Japan. Germany sighed. “Maybe I should leave the pizza making to you, Italy.”
Italy smiled. “But it's fun.”
Germany sighed, rubbing his temples. “You do a much better job on it.”
Italy's eyes brightened. “R-Really?”
“Of course. Everyone has something they're good at, even you.”
Italy did a little whoop and latched onto Germany. Germany flushed, looking over at America and Japan for help. But America was too busy talking while Japan ignored the pleading eyes of an uncomfortable Germany. Italy giggled. At least Germany gave him a compliment and realizes that there's an art to pizza making. Germany merely gave a small cough of discomfort and gave Italy a pat on the head.
(THE END)
My first Hetalia fic... orz... I would have used names, but I wasn't very good at them... I knew Ludwig, but I kept forgetting Italy's orz... so yeah, next time I write a Hetalia fic, I'll make sure to use names too.
Day/Theme: Sept 6 / there's an art to this
Series: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Germany, Italy, America, Japan / GermanyxItaly(Germaly? XD)
Rating:PG
Germany could not believe it. One day he had been working hard, and the next, they were in his kitchen, wearing aprons. He glared down at the frilly article of clothing, then back over at Italy, who whistled happily, spinning a large round piece of dough on his finger. Italy's brown eyes shimmered over at him. “Now you Germany!”
Germany looked down at his own piece of dough, then looked over at Japan for help. Japan merely gave him a bored look(but Japan almost always looked like that!) as he sipped at his tea. Germany growled, picking the dough up. Surely he could even do what Italy did, after all... Italy was useless!! He picked up the dough and tried to spin it, but it fell flat on his finger. Italy blinked, eying the dough. Japan looked away, sipping at his tea for a little longer.
Italy frowned, rubbing his chin. “That's weird... oh well, at least I invited America, right Germany?”
“...what.”
Italy smiled. “I invited America! He could easily imitate the pizza making craft, so maybe you could learn from him!”
Germany gritted his teeth. What was wrong with Italy? Had those tomatoes made him completely useless? He glared down at the innocent red vegetable. It was at that time America made his debut, talking about how happy he was they invited him, and oh! Pizza!
Germany watched as Italy and America made the pizza together. Both imitating the other's example almost to a tee. Italy talked animatedly while they made it, talking about pizza as if it were a form of art and it ought to be made with respect. Germany had a glazed look in his eyes as they put the pizza in the oven. Italy smiled at Germany. “Did you get all that?”
They were talking while they were doing that?
Italy eyed Germany while America tried talking to Japan. Germany sighed. “Maybe I should leave the pizza making to you, Italy.”
Italy smiled. “But it's fun.”
Germany sighed, rubbing his temples. “You do a much better job on it.”
Italy's eyes brightened. “R-Really?”
“Of course. Everyone has something they're good at, even you.”
Italy did a little whoop and latched onto Germany. Germany flushed, looking over at America and Japan for help. But America was too busy talking while Japan ignored the pleading eyes of an uncomfortable Germany. Italy giggled. At least Germany gave him a compliment and realizes that there's an art to pizza making. Germany merely gave a small cough of discomfort and gave Italy a pat on the head.
(THE END)
My first Hetalia fic... orz... I would have used names, but I wasn't very good at them... I knew Ludwig, but I kept forgetting Italy's orz... so yeah, next time I write a Hetalia fic, I'll make sure to use names too.