Summary: A little Hetalia fanfic with Germany, Italy, and a spoiled cake.
Genre: Humor, and Parody
Germany looked up from his papers. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?"
Italy's smile only grew. "I know, but I got this really nice cake for yo-"
Suddenly, as he stepped forward, a huge cake in hand, he tripped on his shoelace. "Whooooaaa!"
Germany quickly shut his eyes, as his 'friend', whom he somehow managed to tolerate, let out a loud gasp. Italy shuttered, watching the cake flip over, landing upside down on the floor. His sobs of sorrow were heard in practically every inch of the entire building, for all he'd wanted was to do something special for Germany.
"No! The cake I had bought for Germany. It... It... It's ruined!" he cried, swinging his arms in the air.
Poor Italy; things don't always smoothly as we'd like it to sometimes.
A/N: What did you think?