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~PlatinumCream~ · January 10th, 14, 10:43 AM

It's June 6th, 1949 on a Monday, the worst day of all because of... training. Lots and lots of training. A young looking man with a curl on his side head and eyes currently closed had to stop his tracks while the another man kept running like it was nothing. Completely out of breathe and energy along the matter, Italy (Feliciano or Feli) can't bear the chance on going any further.

TimetoDuel95 · January 10th, 14, 10:47 AM

The blonde man who had ran ahead of him slowed to a stop noticing the sound of footsteps behind him had stopped and he turned his head to look behind him. The Italian was far behind him and he sighed softly. This was Ludwig, or Germany. He decided to give Italy some training to make him less likely to run from combat and instead actually fight back...it's been a week so far, and Italy has put little effort into actually WANTING to train. He approached the younger male and patted him on the back.

"Italy, you need to at least try to keep up with me. At the mention of France, you run faster than my soldiers." Ludwig said without thinking.

~PlatinumCream~ · January 10th, 14, 11:10 AM

The Italian dislike training: Too much work, too much running and too much stamina draining every step he takes. Could go to another person to guidance but, he wasn't here. The short black haired Japanese man, Japan (Kiku) was currently at his own country taking two other men on a tour, one was American who wearings glasses, dirty blond hair and cowlick (Alfred) and other one was British (Arthur) that had blond hair also, green eyes and very bushy eyebrows. Why can't Ludwig call a break for pizza and pasta because now, Feliciano is starting to get hungry from thinking about it. When the German patted his back, the younger male kept his head down while trying to get some oxygen.

"B-But.. can't we-a take a break for... France? France?! FRANCE!? Is he-a here now!? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Feliciano shouted at the top of his lungs before taking off like a missile leaving behind a dust cloud trail.

TimetoDuel95 · January 10th, 14, 11:13 AM

Ludwig stared wide-eyed as Italy sped past him, then started running after him. "Italy, wait! Why can't you run like that normally?!"

~PlatinumCream~ · January 10th, 14, 11:21 AM

"France is gonna get me just like England!!" That was a mistake. Now thinking about it, it only made the Italian's speed ten times the pace.

TimetoDuel95 · January 10th, 14, 11:23 AM

"France isn't even HERE!" Ludwig shouted as he found himself still not catching up to the speeding Italian, even after he was pushing himself with his speed and soon found himself panting and struggling to keep his breath. "I-Italy! Get back here!"

~PlatinumCream~ · January 10th, 14, 11:30 AM

Feliciano then stops to catch his breathe putting his hand on his chest while gasp for air and looked around his surroundings. He must've ran ten miles into the woods. Or more since he can't see Ludwig behind. "...Thank god-a. I got away-a." He said. All that running somehow made the man sleepy. Pacing himself to the tree where the sun was block by the leaves, he slowly sat down, leaning his back against the trunk and slowly falls asleep.

TimetoDuel95 · January 10th, 14, 11:34 AM

By the time the German nation caught up to Italy, Ludwig was out of breath and he bent over while putting his hands on his knees. After catching his breath and realizing where he was, he then turned his attention to the sleeping Italian and instantly he became irritated. Yes, Italy ran faster than normal, but he only does that when you mention France or England or whatever nation that wants to beat the shit out of Italy. He needed to teach Italy how to pick up that kind of speed on his own, and yet there he was sleeping away without Germany's permission.

He walked over and gathered the sleeping Italian over his shoulder and carried him back to his place where he burst into his own house and he carried the Italian straight to his bedroom. He was tired of Italy falling asleep without his permission and needed to have a firm talk with him. Ludwig laid Italy onto his bed and put his hands on his own waist. "Italy, wake up!" he grunted.

~PlatinumCream~ · January 10th, 14, 12:28 PM

"..A small-a nap..." Muttering to himself before he hit the sleep button. While the sleeping Italian was in his dreamworld - was spotted by a certain German man who wasn't too pleases on how Italy is busy sleeping during training. The only way to get him to run is to announce any country that wants to beat the living shit out of him, no matter what. Although, in Italy's mind he knew that Germany wouldn't mind if he takes a break for 20 minutes, or a hour or maybe 4 hours.

The sleeping Italian was halted over the other man's shoulder as his arms dangled near those buttocks in which he lightly rubs - in his sleep like it was a pillow. Getting carried into Germany's house all the way to the bedroom. When he felt the sheets and that shout, Feliciano slowly wakes up and stretches his arms out with a loud yawn. "...That was a good-a nap." He sighs in relief.

TimetoDuel95 · January 10th, 14, 07:19 PM

Ludwig stared hard at the Italian. He found it hard to get really angry at the brunette when he acted that cute, but this time he had to be firm. There were times when he felt like holding Italy and...he dare not say more. "Italy, you fell asleep when I did not give you permission to rest." he said.