Copper Curl Part IV
Germany watched as Italy stood there, the usually bright look inhabiting his face. The Italian man looked at Germany expectantly, waiting for the next set of instructions involved in the daily training. Next to him stood a calm and determined looking Japan, whose frown seemed to grow as he sensed the uneasiness that surrounded the air around the blonde nation.
Germany pinched his nose and sighed, feeling overwhelmingly tired. He wasn't really in the mood to be around the Italian man right now, and he certainly was not in any state to engage in heavy physical training.
Nein. Ve need to train as much as ve can.
Germany was yelled at by his crazy boss this morning. But it was really nothing new. The blonde nation was used to it by now, coming from the high strung and psychotic fuhrer. It's not like he had any choice but to obey the damn man anyways. He cursed his boss in his head for a few seconds before commanding half heartedly, "Alright, let's warm up with ten laps around the perimeter