You walked downstairs from your bedroom after a decent nights sleep, having only being woken up by Germany shouting once. You let out a yawn as you headed to the kitchen, planning to have a drink of cool water to relieve some of the dryness from your throat. When you walked in however, you noticed something odd, but not unusual; the room was coated in a white powder and a pleasant smell was emitting from the bowl sitting on the table.

"...Who tried redecorating my kitchen?" You asked outloud, hoping there was someone else awake to explain the situation to you. You heard a quiet 've' sound coming from underneath your kitchen table, making you decide to lift the cloth coating the table.

You couldn't help but smile from the sight, even if you were still slightly annoyed by your earlier finding. Italy was lying there, curled slightly in on himself, sleeping contently, having not noticed (or cared) about the flour caked on his hair and clothes.

"Italy..." You looked back up at the bowl of pasta and felt your smile widen slightly, "Did you actually get up to make this? You twit..."

You decided to let Italy sleep as you begun tidying the kitchen, focusing first on the kitchen bench and the oven, before hearing a pair of heavy footsteps walking towards the room.

"Ah, _____... Good to see you up, have you seen Italy-" Germany stopped as he noticed the disarray the room was in, then quickly pieced the two together, his palm hitting his forehead with force.

"That idiot... ITALY!!" Germany shouted, walking out the room in a brisk pace, even more determined to find the Italian. You sighed, then suddenly felt yourself pulled into a tight hug from behind, feeling someone nuzzle their face into your hair, causing yourself to giggle.

"Ve~ Morning _____," Italy murmured into your hair, "Is Germany gone? Germany scares me~" As he finished his sentence his grip tightened slightly. You laughed, used to the regular antics of your friends.

"He has begun searching for you throughout the house; you know you should tidy up after yourself Italy... Why were you up so early anyway?"

"I woke up, and-a I was hungry, so I made some food, but then I-a fell asleep after following your kitty under the table..." He let out another one of his signature 'Ve' sounds after releasing you from his hug.

"Well then, how about we finish tidying up my kitchen, and then we can have breakfast together." Italy happily hugged you again, giving you a kiss on the cheek before beginning to clean up the remaining mess. You grinned, a slight blush coating your cheeks, as you helped him tidy.

Germany returned as you and Italy finished sweeping the floor, and after lecturing Italy for a few minutes about proper conduct, etc. (which went straight over Italy's head), you all sat down and began to eat the still warm pasta together.

Italy smiled as he saw you eat the pasta with a bright smile and mumured to yourself about how delicious it was, making him glad you were enjoying the food he got up early to cook for you.