1x1 ~ Safe Haven and -Rawrz-

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{I hadn't till you told me xDDD}

Germany only shrugged, looking back to Italy. "I dunno. I just thought you would like to know." He said and went to the fridge, pulling out some veggies and fruits and other ingrediants for a dinner. "WIll you two be eating here?" He asked, looking to the both of them, wanting to know before he cooked.

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Olive raised her eyebrows, "Oh, well ... I might actually just go out," She said and before Italy could protest, "Father would be okay with it!" She said quickly and tried to act nonchalant about the thing as she quietly slipped out the door. Then she hurried along and found herself a cab-wanting to go flirt with some boys or possibly a certian boy named France.

Italy nodded, "Alright! Germany, it looks like it's just me and you now, huh? Oh! And I brought some things for you," He said and scampered out the door, coming back quickly with a big box, when he sat it down it was filled with dried pasta and wines and dough for making pizza with. Italy smiled. "I figured that we could use a little bit of Italian food, right?" he smiled and shoved the box towards Germany, "Try cooking it,"

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France was at home, sitting on the couch with red wine in his hand as he watched some random show on the TV. With a heavy sigh, he clicked the channel to a voicaloid program that showed all the top vocaloid songs for the week. He raised a brow but shrugged and turned the volume up, taking a sip of wine.

Gerany didn't take the box, "Why don't you make the pizza and pasta? I'll make something else and we can just eat all of it together. Alright?" He asked, taking the big box and setting it down on the kitchen table before returning to the counter where he began to cut a cucumber.

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Italy's eyes widened just a tad. "Right! That's a good idea!" He said excitedly and then started to rummage through his kitchen, looking for a pan so he can cook his pasta in. Once he finally got one he filled it to the brim with water by accident and dumped the dried pasta in, not having been paying attention and water splashed everywhere back and forth. He looked down at the ground then shrugged, slipping on the water and falling backwards. "W-woah! Ooph," The pasta fell over his face and the pan landed on his head.

Olive tried to remember what address Italy had said for their other cab driver to take them to when he wanted to visit France's. She kept guessing until something made sense to the driver and she sat back, watching as the trees went by. When they made it there she felt butterflies in her stomach-would she really actually do this? She shrugged and got out, walking up to the front door and ringing the doorbell, taking a step back to wait.

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Germany looked down to him and bent down by his side, lifting the pan off his head and looking to him, "You alright?" He asked, looking ot the now drenched wet floors. With a sigh, he grabbed a towl and started to clean the water off, seeing no point in yelling at Italy any more for the day. "Try to be more careful Italy." He said simply and pulled up the twol, showing nice dry floors.

France looked to the door then paused for a moment, "One moment please~" He called out and lowere the volume on the TV, then got up and wlaked to the door. He unlocked it and pulled it open, seeing a fimiliar little girl standing there. "WHy hello again Olive~" He purred with a slight grin.

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Olive smiled and nodded, "Hello, France," She said and did a slight curtsey with her dress and giggled as she stood up. She didn't know why she did that but she hoped he thought it looked cute! She needed to think of a reason for being there ... Ehh, just admit that you wanted to see him again. "I came here because I wished to see you again-I wish to do anything with you," She gawwed and sighed happily. "Also didn't you say that you would give me a tour of France?"

Italy nodded, then started to cry a bit, rubbing his butt because it hurt. He sniffled and then stood up, "Half of my pasta's ruined!" he wined, sad about that and not the pain. "This is awful! It was expensive!"

][Lame post for Italy, sorry!][

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{It's okay~}

France smiled softly, almost like that of an old friend or some one who found their sight for sore eyes. "I'd love to." He ssaid kindly and stepped out from his house and shut the door and looked down to the girl, "shall we go?" He asked and offered his arm like a father would at the daughter's wedding day before giving her off to the groom.

Germany looked to him with kind eyes, "it's alright Italy, we can go to the store now if you'd like and I'll buy you some more, two boxes/kinds of your choise. Just go get dressed. Alright?" He asked in a rather brother-like voice.

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Olive smiled and nodded, entwining her arm with his and feeling those butterflies in her stomach. She giggled, letting herself blush as she started walking with him. "So, France-what do you like to do most of the time?" She asked him, looking up at his face, seeing it as perfect and nothing else. She giggled a bit and felt a chill go up her back.

Italy sniffled, wiping the last of his tears away. He raised an eyebrow then smiled, raising his foot in a girly way, "OH GERMANY I KNEW YOU'D FEEL IT TOO SOMEDAY!" He said and then landed a kiss on his cheek, hopping off. Of course he jumped to conclusions on everything he did, even thinking that Germany would have some sort of mixed feelings for him. Yes, Italy had indeed grown feelings for him-but just for him, he didn't like any other men, just him.

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France thought a moment as he walked with her arm linked with his. He had both hands in his pockets, oddly, but still had his arm with hers. "Well....If I'm not at meetings, or at the bar with friends, I'm at home relaxing and having time by myself." He said then walked up to the eiffel tower.

Germany blushed lightly and rubbed his cheek a little, not understanding the strand Italy boy. He sighed and shrugged it away as he went down the halls. He grabbed a shirt and pulled it over the black tank-top and grabbed his car keys then waited for Italy.

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Italy hurridly got his jacket and then rushed out the door, running to Germany's car and forgetting he had to open the door, his face smushing up against the car's door. He took a swirving step back and then opened the door, climbing into the vehicle and looking to Germany. "W-we're getting pasta ..." He said, sounding drunk then he burried his face in his hands because it hurt. "And chocolate!" He managed to add.

Olive smiled, nodding, "Ah ... I guess everyone has to have their time to themselves," She said, not hardly paying attention to what he was saying but instead that he was saying something. She sighed relaxing and then giggled softly, "You have such beautiful eyes and have I told you that your hair's really pretty and long? Well it is ..." She said, gazing towards him with a dazed expression on her face, but dazed with a smile.