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[dubtalia]

"Alright Italien, remember to go at a pace you feel most comfortable with." Germany reminded him, "You don't want to wear yourself out too quickly. Start off slow and then speed up slowly." He glanced down at his watch again and contained a quiet sigh. The time was only approaching 11. He should probably think of how to distract Italy so that they didn't have to take a break as soon. "And how is your bruder?" Germany attempted to ask.

The Italian started to walk at a slow pace. “Well, I haven’t seen him for some time,” he starts to answer. “Usually he would be over at Spain’s place, I think. I miss fratello so much. Days when we flirt at pretty girls, taking siestas on the same bed, cooking for Romano if he doesn’t want to make food for himself…” Good times, he thought. Even if the two did not get along that well, they do care for each other. Italy was more than happy to give some affection to Romano. The older sibling himself just has a hard time showing his feelings directly to him.

[dubtalia]

Germany sighed and brushed a hand through his hair, somewhat out of nervousness. It was a kind of embarrassment to actually have said such a thing, and the fact that Italy possibly heard made it a bit hard to compose himself. The German did usually rely on manuals if he did have questions about something, but ever since a certain manual came his way Germany vowed to never go looking for a love manual. Never make the same mistake twice. "Come on, Italien!" he called "You're setting the pace here"

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Italy went over in front of Germany. He sighs. If only it was longer than 20 minutes, he thought to himself. It felt shorter to him. Now they were going to train again and nothing else was in his stomach but the water he drank. The Italian wanted pasta. Maybe pizza and a vanilla gelato for dessert.

[dubtalia]

Germany's cheeks became an instant pink and he cleared his throat awkwardly as he stood to his feet. "I-It was nothing." he said quickly and looked at his watch, "We should be starting up again right now, Italien. Break is over." Germany walked along the trail a bit, banishing the color that appeared on his cheeks as he internally scolded himself. He didn't even know why he said such a thing. Dating would be a waste of time considering how much he worked anyway. The relationship wouldn't last.

“Awww, okay then.” The Italian rises up again and goes after Germany to be back on the trail. Was it 20 minutes already? It felt so much shorter than expected. Italy still wondered what did Germany say before. Was it advice? If so, what for?

[dubtalia]

Germany raised a very skeptical eyebrow. He knew his old friend was more of an artistic fellow. He could only imagine what Italy had planned, but he doubt such an outfit could make him more desirable to women. The German piratically worked too much and to him, he seemed more intimidating rather than eye catching. The outfit may make him look more desirable, but who knows what women would see once they started talking. "Might as well give me dating advice as well." he mumbled to himself quietly.

The Italian tilts his head to the side. “Ve, did you say something?” He heard something about advice. Italy thought about suggesting France to him. That is if Germany would think that he is even the first person to ask for advice.

[dubtalia]

"Well, I suppose you can make me something if you want." Germany said slowly. He was thinking that as long as his friend wasn't just lying about the house, then he could at least have something to do. "You can work on whatever you wish to do. I don't really have a preference, but I doubt I'll be going to a place where I'll be needing a costume any time soon."

“Maybe for Halloween, but that’s too early to really talk about.” Italy nods his head to him. “Alright, I will get right on it after this. I can see it now. Even for a serious guy like you will look really beautiful indeed!” His cheeks flushed in excitement as he imagined different outfits for him. Suits that would fit his strong body. Casual wears that would get girls all over him. Now only if he can be this passionate for training sessions.

[dubtalia]

"Ah, ja. I remember that." Germany said, nodding slightly as he remembered the incident. The outfits that were made was a bit sudden, but it was also convenient. It was probably just luck that the Italian got all the measurements right for everyone. "I can see why you would want to live up to you're nation's standards. But don't worry about making anything for me. I don't want to trouble you or have you waste time in making something for me."

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t mind. Anything for my friends is worth it.” Italy smiles. “It could give me something to do than just sleep and eat all day. Even if it’s just one article of clothing like shirt, pants, a costume for parties, or your underwear.”

[dubtalia]

Germany raised an eyebrow at hear about Italy making clothes for himself. That was definitely new. "Ah, there is really nothing knew really. Paper work comes and goes and there are occasions that I have some spare time to myself. I have found some small projects in which I can go and work with my hands, but they are small and quick. And I'm a bit surprised in hearing about you making your own clothes. You'll have to show me sometime."

Italy nods. “Remember when I made those Pictonian costumes out of my white flags?” he asks. Even if it was so sudden that the Italian would make those, it was convenient at the time. Strangely enough, they all were perfectly fit for each nation. From the small Japan to the large Russia himself. “I learned how to make my own clothes ever since. With Italy being so good in fashion, I need to live up to the nation’s high standards. I can even make some beautiful clothes for you too.” He looks up and down at the German. “Just got to make sure I have the measurements ready, if they aren’t the same as before when I made those alien costumes!”

[dubtalia]

Germany looked over at his friend. "Ja, I'm fine." he said, offering the other a smile, "I guess it's just been a while since we last really trained. Going off from what we usually did will take some getting used to." The German took a quick drink from his water bottle before continuing. "So how are things, Italien? Besides sitting around at home, has anything new happened as of late?"

Italy thought for a while. “Not that I can think of so far. There are times where I paint every now and then. Or make some of my own clothes. Those are really fun to design.” He chuckles. Art was his special talent. Designing and making clothes is another gift from him. “How about you?” he asks. “Has anything new or exciting happened to you yet since we last saw each other?”

[dubtalia]

Germany nodded, noticing all the water Italy had already drank. He would have to teach his friend how to control his water consumption in another training session. The German then leaned back a bit, attempting to go and relax since they had a long break to work with. Germany usually dealt with shorter breaks, taking a quick breather before continuing. Because of that, Germany didn't know what to do with the extra time. He ended up looking around before he awkwardly just looked at the ground.

Italy turned to see his friend. “Germany, are you alright there?” he asks. The man scooted closer to him. Even for a break, the guy wanted to have some time to talk with Germany. Catch up on anything since they last trained with each other. It is not his siesta just yet, so sleeping so early would be a bad.

[dubtalia]

Germany nodded and offered Italy a small smile. "You're welcome." he said. The German put away his water bottle, and examined his companion for a while. For the start of their training , Italy was doing well. They were taking a break sooner than what Germany wanted, but the German was just glad that Italy was participating in training. "Alright, we'll be having a 20 minute break." Germany stated, "Then we're going to start out at a slow jog then increase our speed. Slow down if you need to."

Italy finishes his water bottle, already half empty before giving his reply. “Okay, Germany!” He must have been that exhausted to drink this much. Even for a country that is surrounded by water. The man continued to lay back against the trunk. He could have fallen asleep at any given second, but decides to enjoy his surroundings with a friend. A warm, sunny day with few clouds was good. The plants are green as ever in the season of spring.

[dubtalia]

After a few minutes passed, they reached the Olive tree, its leaves offering shade and the large trunk and roots giving way to a place to sit and relax. Germany sat down on a root with a sigh and took out his water bottle he always carried, sipping the cool liquid inside. Germany watched his companion, waiting for the other to sit down so he can give the Italian his secondary water bottle that he had packed just in case. "Be sure to make this last until lunch, Italien." he said, "Stay hydrated."

“Mmm hmm.” He plopped himself down on the grass and his back laid against the tree trunk. Italy lets out a sigh of relief. Once Germany has given him the water bottle, he would open the cap right off and drinks some of it. “Thank you, Germany.”

[dubtalia]

Germany raised an eyebrow at Italy, not convinced. Being more used to training, the German wasn't even breaking a sweat and was surprised at how out of shape his old friend was. He looked forward searching a moment before finally nodding with satisfaction. "See that tree over there?" he asked pointing to an Olive tree with a thick trunk, "We'll go and take a break once we reach it." Even though it seemed like they had just started, Germany was there to work with Italy, not wear him out.

“Si, okay.” Italy continued at his pace towards the tree with Germany. The man tugged on the collar of his sailor uniform to get some of the heat out. He was glad that they can have a break. Even where they can relax under the shades during the warm spring season. First thing he will do once the guy reaches there is laying his back against the trunk, beneath the leaves and branches that covered him.

[dubtalia]

Germany was snapped back into attention when he bumped into Italy. He hadn't noticed that the Italian had lost speed already. "Don't force yourself to go beyond your limit, Italien!" he warned, "You're only going to wear yourself out. Go at a pace you feel most comfortable with. We are taking this training session slow." Germany knew for a fact that he shouldn't push Italy too far. He had done that to Japan when he put him on a diet and that was a disaster. Germany wasn't going to mess up again.

The Italian walked a little slower, but wished that he could just stop all together. He went by his friend, smiling in reassurance. Though small beads of sweat rain down on the side of his head. “I am o-okay, Germany,” Italy pants.