I still don't quite understand Italy Venenziano. He is a strange man, with strange ideals.. I really wish I knew how the world looked through his eyes, but, I guess that might always be an impossibility.
"Italy! Hurry it up!"
"S- si Germany..."
The Italian was huffing, it was obvious he wasn't one for hiking, but the German man didn't care, they were making good time this way, they'd probably be back before Japan finished dinner. They were on this hike to do more training, the only reason Japan had stayed back was the cooking of certain foods, with the fear of the house potentially setting fire. Germany figured training might be a bit more challenging in different terrain, and, it would help build better stamina.
Something sparkling suddenly caught Italy's eyes, he stepped out of the trail to pursue it, and Ludwig didn't notice. It was a marble... no.. a trail of marbles? One consistently following the next as Italy picked each up and walked on, copying the marble trail's tracks. Soon, of course, he found himself lost, and the trail had ended.
"G... Germany!? Doitsu!?"
He called out frantically turning every which way, only to see more and more foliage. Then a thought occurred.. 'If I get lost, all I have to do is hug a tree' and so he did, he crouched near a tree and hugged it as tightly as one could possibly hug a large cylinder of wood. He began to think about why the marbles had been there, perhaps... perhaps it was because some young boy had a bag of them in his back pocket, and didn't realize the pocket was ripped until he'd gotten home? Though there wasn't enough marbles to lead a trail that far? Maybe some animals had dropped them there when they were playing. Wait.. what if.. what if they wanted them there? What if the animals were bears and they came and tore Italy to shreds because he moved them!? This thought caused him to start sobbing, tears rolling into his eyelids. Then, something touched his shoulder, causing him to spin around swiftly, breathing heavily, eyes wide.
"Where the hell did you go!? What is with you, running off like that!?"
"No Italy no! We're on a-"
It was too late, Italy tackled him, sending them both rolling down the hillside they had currently been positioned on, branches, shrubbery, and other wildlife being disturbed as they went along. Finally it ended, a loud 'Oof' being sounded from Germany as his back hit a rock's side, and his front was hit by Italy.
Italy raised his head to see Germany's pained expressions.
"I-I'm fine.. just hit that rock hard.. you okay?"
"You're face, its all scratched up.."
"Mmh.. well, no sense in staying like this.. get to your feet!"
He stood up, only to stumble as he winced, a pain had shot up his leg from just above his foot. Germany immediately lifted Italy's pant leg, causing Italy to stumble some again by the force in which he'd raised it. There was a slight purple color around Italy's ankle, and Germany was certain he'd sprained it.
"Stop that crying, its just a sprain..."
Getting to his own feet, Germany turned his back to Italy and crouched down some, offering his hands.
"... Get up.."
He was hesitant, but, Italy did as he was told. When he jumped up, he could feel Ludwig's arm shift some, and he realized something, quietly to himself, something he decided to ignore for the time being. He knew he'd be scolded if he'd said anything about it. A few hours of walking, and Italy realized;
"D-Doitsu.. are we.. "
"Y-yeah.. we're lost..."
It was funny how the forest seemed so much bigger when these words were confessed. Though on the bright side, at least they were lost together. More wandering through the forest pursued, and it began to get darker, and darker, until finally, the moon beams gleamed across the forest teasingly, as if to say that they'd gotten there before the duo had gotten home, and they were triumphant for it. Germany's arm shifted again as he adjusted Italy up on his back, for he'd been slipping, and Italy knew why.
"Germany.. you can put me down now.."
"Are you sure about that? It'll hurt.."
"Alright, we'll rest.. how about that? I'll get a fire started with my lighter.."
That they did. The two of them, or at least, Italy sitting close to the fire as Germany paced back and forth trying to track where they were, trying to find any signs about how to get back to civilization, to home where Japan was awaiting them, probably beginning to grow worried, if that feeling was in his resume. Then...
"If we can just get back to at least the trail, we can get home then.."
"Or maybe, we should just start walking downward, we might find something then.. "
"Then there is the thought of bears and-"
Italy made his typical noise as he pointed upward to where he'd been staring for quite some time now. Germany heaved a long sigh as he played along and looked up too. Then... his breath was lost, it was magnificent. The stars that badazzled the dark navy abyss, were numberless, cascading across the canvas in many different shapes, sizes, and lighting. Then, he looked down at Italy. So.. this was how he saw it. Even though they were completely lost, he saw the world in such a positive way. It was only then that Germany understood, he made good situations out of completely helpless ones to cope. It made sense, and, it made Germany slightly.. smile.
"You knew didn't you.. about my arm.."
"Its sprained.. si.. "
I think I finally understand him, how his world looks, nothing will ever be terrible for Italy, because he only tries to see the beautiful side of the world. Thinking that way, was anything truly that awful to begin with? Perhaps not....
We're still lost