Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt)
I wandered around a little bit more, just thinking about whether I'd actually find Italy, not that I, care, or, anything. Oh Italy, what a coward. In my mind, all that I was planning was how I'd get Italy to run or do some training. Maybe I could hold a plate of pasta out in front of him and he run for it, no, he'd run so fast he'd catch it in two seconds then sit down to eat it. Maybe I could tell him the English men were coming for him, no, I don't want to scare him. Maybe I could get Bruder to chase him, no, that's just a cruel and unusual punishment. I was just about to cross the street when I heard the sound of Prussia, laughing. Great, he was out of bed by now. And what could be so funny, maybe he's just being an idiot, like he always is. But I decided I wanted to go check this out. I still thought about what the heck I could actually do to get him training for real, I mean, even Japan actually trains and pushes himself, further then any Italian would go. I walked over to the group of nations, Ireland, Romano and Prussia, who all seemed annoyed with each other, well, except for Prussia who was laughing his a** off. I sighed slowly then walked up to all of them. "Prussia!" I snapped at him. "What the Hell is so funny that you'd need to laugh so loudly that I could hear it from home?! And-" I turned around suddenly to scold who else was there in some way, but I had accidentally walked in front of Ireland so I was face to face with her, our noses almost touching. Oh great, that was smooth move Germany, but whatever you do, don't blush,