It's time for some Ger/Ita! And now, a word from Anaca.

Anaca: I'm back! This is unbelievable! I told you all to not expect it anytime soon...but a plot bunny attacked, and when I wrote this, I said, "Well, it's short anyways. Why not?"

Anaca: To those who read the first of this series: All of you are lovely, lovely people. Charming. Amazing. As awesome as Prussia. You all make me smile through my tears.

And if I owned Axis Powers Hetalia, I wouldn't be as happy as I am now, typing these words. (I'm sappy...that's the disclaimer for the whole story, ya know.)

And I wouldn't have gotten an A on my last essay.

Chapter One

Ludwig was walking past a bookstore when a single book caught his well-trained eye.

Communicating With Your Partner! It read. That title was an answer to a strange question that popped into his head the other day.

The poor German was having problems with one of his friends, a Feliciano Vargas. The affectionate Italian was always a bit too cuddly, and it was very unnerving. Aren't people who are over-affectionate really trying to get you to like them?

"Can I see this book?" Ludwig never remembered walking into the store, but oh well.

"Sure, sure. Take it off the shelf, it doesn't even sell," the elderly clerk smiled kindly at Ludwig. "Having girl problems, eh?"

"You could say that," the German murmured. Feliciano definitely reminded him of a girl.

"I'll sell it to you half-price, it seems like you haven't slept for days," Ludwig didn't listen anymore, as he listlessly flipped through the book. One page read:

If your partner is German…Offer them lots of wurst and beer.

"Hmm…that's pretty accurate…" he said, looking up Italians.

If your partner is Italian…Sorry, I really don't understand them either, it read.

"Wh-What the-!" Well, at least the book told the truth. Ludwig bought it, feeling like he just bought a savior to his problems.

After fruitless nights of studying, he said victoriously, "I did it! Feliciano likes me as a friend, a friend!" He walked out to celebrate the news.

"Ve~! Ludwig, where were you? I didn't see you at school on Friday!" Suddenly, a person tackled Ludwig for a hug.

"Ah, Feliciano," the German pried the Italian off.

"Hi Ludwig~! Today is Buon San Valentino's Day, so I got you roses! Aren't they pretty?"

Ludwig froze. Stuffed in front of his face was a beautiful bouquet of red roses.

Red roses…he had a sudden flashback of his father who said:

'If someone gives you red roses, it means to declare your love.'

That 'like as a friend' exploded in his face.

Like as a friend like as a friend like as a friend – like as a lover?

"Eeeh? Ludwig, are you okay? Are you allergic to roses? Ve…"

Which is how he found himself at the Y.A.O.I clubroom, nervously twiddling his thumbs.

"So…you think Feliciano likes you, Ludwig?" Kiku said, listening to his friend's problem.

"Yes…" Everyone in the room was staring at him, and it was getting uncomfortable.

"Pfft! He thinks that this book can help him with love?" Elizabeta whispered wickedly to Roderich, who didn't say anything. He had read the same book, but didn't want to do what it suggested.

"Wow, Kiku, you guys totally do matchmake!" Feliks hung in the back, trying on some new shoes. Toris was there too, signing his name on the club application form. They had joined that day.

"Yes we do, Feliks-san. We can help you, Ludwig-san…but if you want our help you must join our club," Kiku's eyes twinkled. "So we can better document your romantic advances."

"W-Wait! I didn't say I l-loved him; I just would like to know!"

"Oh please," Francis scoffed. "It is obvious to big brother's eyes that you love him."

"…"

"That is what I thought."

"If you join, Ludwig-san, we will help you. We meet every Wednesday, and try to get Feliciano-san to join as well, please."

"Okay."

"Well then, let's plan. Ludwig-san, you can go home now; if I tell you our plan it will probably be ruined, gomenasai."

"Ah – it's okay; you and Feliciano have been my friends for a really long time, so I don't mind!"

Next week Ludwig and Feliciano were handed the application forms. The consequences for disobeying or complaining about the club's rules were harsh.

You will have to follow one club member's orders for a whole day.

Next to him, Feliciano said, "Eeh~? I can't eat pasta for a day? It also says something about cosplay and following orders...I'll just have to follow the club rules really well!"

"Oui, oui, you do, mon cherie," Francis said. "Now, we have a little event coming up! To celebrate Arthur and Alfred's getting together; we are going to the cooking club today and learn to cook!"

"Yay!" Alfred hugged Arthur, who turned red and tried to get out of the crushing embrace.

"Let's go, everyone!" Antonio led the way, obviously excited to go to the cooking club ad see his unrequited love, Lovino.

Lovino was trying to teach everyone in the club how to cook pasta (and failing miserably).

"No, no! Do you know how to cut in a straight line or not!"

As soon as Antonio bounced through the doors and cried out, "Lovi~! " the Italian froze, then yelled, "Why are you here, tomato bastard?" The rest of the club filed in. "Why did you bring the pervert, the potato bastard, and – Feliciano!"

"Ve! Fratello, I've joined this club!" Feliciano said happily, nuzzling Ludwig's arm.

"Let go of the potato bastard's arm! And joined the club, where the Bad Friends Trio are?" Lovino let go of the tomato he was nibbling in shock and didn't move even when Antonio stole up to the Italian and hugged him.

"I've missed you Lovi!"

"Heh…Lovi," one of the cooking club members sniggered. He was immediately hit by a potato. "Bastard! Go back to cooking the wrong way!"

"Lovino-san, Feliciano-san has indeed joined, I hope it wouldn't be much of an inconvenience," Kiku bowed, using all of his training to be courteous and patient.

Lovino deflated like a balloon. He didn't have a reason to be angry with Kiku, so he said, "Hmph! Fine…but why are you here?"

"We're celebrating the outcome of our meddling!" Elizabeta said. "Alfred and Arthur finally got together, so we're going to merge with this club's activities for a day!" Said Brit was hiding behind the American from the stares of the students.

"What, Arthur? Fuzzy-brows? No way!"

"Shut up," this single command dripped with threats and unknown horror, though Alfred still smiled obnoxiously. He squeezed Arthur's hand reassuringly, and the students shut up.

"And this was allowed?" Lovino turned to the club captain, who nodded. "Alright then, but don't try anything funny!" He headbutted Antonio in the stomach. "And let go!"

The members of club YAOI walked in, enduring the stares of the students.

"Alright, so we were cooking pasta!" Lovino turned and walked to the front, with Antonio floating behind. The other club members did too and crowded around the table Lovino stood at.

"Yay! Pasta is my favorite, ve~"

"Yeah, yeah; so listen up!" Lovino picked up a knife and glared at Ludwig. "If any of you interrupt, I'll stab you."

The German nervously gulped and wondered what was wrong with these Italians.

This is more of a prologue than anything, 'cause this is pretty short, but the next chapter will be fun! This ending is...meh.

So...the day in this one would be 2/17/10. That's today!

Have I mentioned how much I adore you all?