"Germany~!" Italy cried, seeing him walking toward the door. "Where are you going?"

"To get some food," Germany replied, slightly annoyed.

"Ahhh~ I see."

As he spoke, Italy moved in front of the door; blocking Germany's only way out. Germany sighed deeply.

"Yes, now please move," Germany muttered angrily.

"Huh~? But I'm not in anybody's way. Are you getting pasta?"

"Sure, I'll get you pasta but only if you move."

"Yaaay~! I like pasta!"

"I know you like pasta, but will you please move?"

Italy stood where he was as though his feet were glued to the ground. Germany groaned as he realized that the Italian wanted more than just pasta.

"What is it now?"

"What is what?"

"You want something. What is it?"

"Ohhhh... that." Italy giggled. "It's nothing."

"It's obviously something."

Italy continued to giggle. "If you insist, Germany."

Italy stepped closer to Germany and wrapped his arms around him.

Oh, a hug,   Germany realized and hugged back, a tiny smile forming on his face.

"Hee hee. You're a little slow aren't you, Germany?"