Sparta belongs to firestar4079
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"Sparta!" Germany called.
A frowning blond woman began down the steps. "Yeah?" She yelled back loudly.
"The kitchen hasn't been cleaned yet." He replied.
"Why'd you mess it up?"
"I didn't." Germany said.
"How'd it get messed up?" Standing before him she had her arms crossed as she pursed her lips.
"Vhen you cooked American food last night."
"It was Hamburger Friday, my brother told me it was important." Sparta said with a 'duh'.
Her boss stared at her red eyes for a moment, she always held a certain type of energy in them. Although small she was strong in personality. Italy rarely came to visit anymore out of fear.
With a sigh he gave up. "Vell then let's at least enjoy a breakfast together." She nodded.
The breakfast was simple and she rambled loudly, not once catching any of Germany's attempts to spark his own conversation with her.