Pasta!
Germany!
That's all he ever talked about.
You've worked for the spacey Italian for years and he hardly ever actually spent time with you.
Sweeping, you grumbled.
"____!"
Sighing you stopped, looking at him as he hugged you. "Morning sir Italy."
"____.... Do you still'ah like working here?"
"Of course." You blinked. "Why?"
He opened his eyes, seeming sad. "I had'ah dream... You left..." tears formed "Are you'ah happy? I know I'mah annoying, but I appreciate you."
You brushed brown hair from his sad face.
"I'm happy." You assured with a kind smile. "How about I make us pasta?" He nodded, blushing. "I'll call G-."
Italy stopped you. "How about we'ah eat together.... only us?"
You nodded shyly.
He took your hand happily and helped prepare the meal, he never mentioned Germany once.
And instead attempted to share a spaghetti noodle with you.
He succeeded.... more then once.
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Hetalia Maids/Butlers - Drabble Series
FanfictionEach Hetalia character, both male and female; have a maid and or butler. Even OC's are given a maid, butler, or are one themselves. (open for requests) Either the servants are fond of their masters is for you to read.
