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Germany blushed lightly, thankful his back was turned to Italy. This whole blushing thing really was a bad habit. He needed to figure out how not to blush....

"Well, if you want, we could probably go see a movie or go to the park. It does look like it's going to be a nice day outside... Und what better way to spend a Saturday?"

The hug took him by surprise, which caused his face to turn bright red. Boy, Feliciano was very affectionate today. not even out of bed yet and already the Italian was hugging him. It was hard to figure out just what went on in the Italians mind, and after that whole book incident... He was probably never going to try and figure out what was on Feliciano's mind ever again.

Germany held onto the Italian's arms, which were wrapped around his neck, and stood, which caused Italy to be pulled out of bed. When he was sure the smaller man wasn't going to collapse, he let go and walked over to the dresser to find clothes. "You just woke up. You shouldn't need a na already... I swear, you must not be getting enough nutrients from eating all of that pasta. You need to eat your fruits and vegetables along with some meat once in a while."

Ludwig frowned lightly. He grabbed the clean pants he was going to wear (his usual military-styled pants) and walked over to where Italy was before he poked Italy in the forehead. "I know you Italians have more food than just pasta. You should eat those too besides just the pasta." Besides, tomatoes promote laziness and cowardice. The scientist said so....

He neatly tossed his pants onto his bed before he went to the closet and pulled out a black t-shirt. This too was added to the clothes that he had sitting on the bed waiting to be put on.

Out. Of. Chocolate. Cake. :: Don't worry about it! xd

Germany switched from his usual tank top which he wears to bed to his clean shirt. He considered changing his boxers, but... He never really did feel comfortable doing that sort of thing with Feliciano in the room. (Maybe he should build some sort of screen to change behind since it seemed the Italian was going to be spending the year in his room as well). He pulled his pants up and frowned down at the mess his friend had left... he then proceeded t clean it since his OCD would not allow him to let it just sit there. "Well, I suppose that's going in the right direction.... But be sure to put more than just sauce and cheese on your pizza! You need to get protein somehow, and you won't get it unless you eat some sort of meat with your pizza." Although, thinking about it now, maybe Germany just needed to cook more often. The Italian tended to eat whatever Germany sat in front of him... most times. He didn't care if it was because the Italian actually enjoyed some of the stuff Ludwig made or if it was just to humor the larger more intimidating man, but the fact that he at least got something besides just pasta was important to Germany. "You don't want me to monitor you diet like I had to do with Japan, do you?" His tone wasn't as bossy as normal, but instead held light concern. When he had done the diet with Japan.... Germany had to go on it with him for moral support. Not having beer for a whole day was tough on him..... More tough than he would like to admit.

Out. Of. Chocolate. Cake. ::

Feliciano had him there.... Besides, that whole diet thing sucked. it had to be one of the worst things he had ever willing tried on his own..... Besides following the advice of a book. Although, you can't really blame him. He isn't exactly social, and books had never steered him wrong in the past.....

He wasn't overly surprised or concerned when Italy stripped in front of him. He still wished he would do that sort of thing somewhere else, but compared to how he reacted the very first time it happened, this was a sign that Germany was finally starting to get used to life wit an Italian as a best friend. starting being the key word in this phrase.... "I suppose you're right... alright, I'll quite complaining to you about your diet. After all, I'm not one to talk with my one beer a night minimum..." And by one beer, we aren't talking the American sized can. We're talking about the more traditional German servings of beer where it was close to a gallon in one serving....

Germany saw his gun right at the edge underneath his bed. he had put it there the first night, just in case he would need it. Should he bring it with him? He probably shouldn't. Still, this was america. They did encourage citizens to "bare arms", so surely it wouldn't be all that wrong if he carried it with him just in case something did go wrong and he needed to protect himself and Feliciano.

Out. Of. Chocolate. Cake. :: I know. I looove sexy!Germany. whee

☯ 本田菊 | h o n d a x k i k u ☯
日本 | japan

Ludwig finished putting on the rest of his uniform before he stretched his back once more, hearing snaps and pops as he did so. "Well, that's good. When you left with her and didn't come back to the dorm last night, I was afraid she had gotten seriously injured. It's good to know Taiwan isn't hurt as badly as I assumed."

He looked over to Italy, who was now casually dressed.... Well, it was too late for Germany to change since he was fully dressed, even if it looked like he was going to make someone do training. Truth be told, he was just comfortable wearing his uniform. "So, Italy, where do you think we should go first?"

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