Random Drabble: Painting

Listening To: I Am The Very Model of a Modern Major-General from the musical The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert & Sullivan (don't even ask)

Eating: Emily Rose's Exorcism :l

Just…read, review, and hopefully enjoy :'D Very short, I wrote this in...15 minutes XD

.The Job.

Germany looked up at his house, blue eyes flickering with irritation. The paint…the paint was peeling. It had been more than a hundred years since he had last painted it…

"Germany~! I got the paint you asked for~!" Italy's beyond annoying voice pierced his ears. The German turned to see the Italian running up to him, four paint cans clutched tightly in his arms.

The blonde man said nothing, and just sighed, waiting until the other boy finally reached him and dropped the paint cans.

"Okay, okay, SO~…" Italy clapped his hands together and smiled. "The colors I got are….yellow, black, red, and PINK!"

"YELLOW, BLACK, RED, AND PINK?!" Germany felt his face getting red with ANGER. Pure, unadulterated, German, ANGER.

"…y-yes D:"

"WHY?!"

"Because yellow, black, and red are your flags colors…a-and…I like pink…pink is pretty….! DD:"

"IDIOT! WE ARE NOT PAINTING MY HOUSE THOSE COLORS!"

***

.The Work.

Somehow Germany found himself painting his house those colors.

Minus pink of course. Since pink is not manly enough to match his German manly…ness…

"Japan! How're you doing down there?" Italy looked down from the ladder he was on to look at Japan crouched on the ground, holding a tiny paintbrush. He carefully painted each crack with the black paint, not taking his eyes off of his work. Making sure there was no sign of the previous paint job.

"Just fine…"

"Why won't you use a big brush like me and Gemany~?"

"Being a Japanese man, I like to pay attention to detail and I take my work very seriously, not rushed and obnoxious."

"So weird…" Germany mumbled, slightly shaking his head.

"Germany! Look at me!"

"What do you want now Ita…ly…" He let his voice trail off, eyes widening. The sight he saw was…Italy twirling near the VERY edge of his roof, a stupid smile on his face. As IF he was doing something IMPRESSIVE.

"ITALY!" Germany yelled, making his way to the other side of his roof as fast as possible.

"Huh?" Italy stopped, blinking in Germany's direction. "What do y-"

Before he could finish he felt himself being scooped up into Germany's arms.

"You…You need to learn to be more careful and not so damn stupid!" Germany snarled, setting Italy away from the ledge.

"Germany~! You DO care~!" The Italian ran towards the German, wrapping his arms around him.

"OI! GET OFF!" The blonde pushed him off…right off the roof…and onto Japan.

"OWIE!! DD:"

"How bothersome ._."

"How ironic…"

***

.The Aftermath.

"Look how pretty it is~!"

"Yeah…I guess it looks okay…"

"It looks like shit :l" Germany felt his eye twitch. His house…his formerly beautiful house...

It was now completely black with a yellow roof, red doors, and somehow managed to get a giant pink streak across it.

"Well…at least we did it together! Right Germany?" Italy smiled and linked arms with Germany Japan.

"…right…"

Ah….I hate Germany/Italy. Lawl :'D