Personal Narrative: Italy

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Stuff: I originally had this as a chapter in the middle of another fanfiction, but then I realized that this really should be a one-shot of its own. Please comment and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
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It was true that the German did not often eaten carbs and certainly not in excess. After all, he knew what they could do to a body with an unbalanced diet. So even if he didn’t care for them, he did eat them if only because he was slightly obsessed with having both a perfect training regime and diet. One does not get as strong as Germany through doing nothing.
It was also true that Germany had tried not just on one occasion to change Feliciano's diet. Always
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"What is that Italy?", asked a now completely confused German.
"It's Valentine's Day, silly Germany", Feli said as if it was self-explanatory.
Ludwig looked at his calendar and sure enough, it was right on the date, but it really shouldn't have surprised anyone. After all, the German preferred to work thru most holiday. He sighed, "Es ist bereits Valentinstag, hmm".
"So will you come over for dinner then?"
In truth, Ludwig only had two papers left before he was done and they could wait, but he would rather get them done and after that, he wanted a nice break from work to relax. Even Ludwig had a limit for how much he was willing to work. "Ja Italy, I will come over. I just have to finish these two papers."
"Ve~ Well if that's all then we can still spend some of today together since it's only 4:00 p.m now." Ludwig checked and sure enough, it really wasn't that late.
"Sure Italy if you want. How about I call you when I'm ready to go. Actually, Where are we going?"
"Ve~ Well I guess that will be a surprise now won't it?", Italy turned and skipped out the door leaving a confused Ludwig in his wake.
"Sometimes I wonder about that one...", Ludwig had muttered to

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