Unexpected Happenstance: Part 2 of 2

Unexpected Happenstance: Part 2
It was then Germany's turn to go crimson. “Vhy? Vhat do you mean?”
Prussia just let out another laugh and walked away. France stepped up to the microphone and cleared his throat. “Could all people participating in our little contest please make their way to ze stage?” The long haired blond gestured to the six chairs that were paired up and facing away from each other.
The countries participating went up to the stage. Three of the poor men were being dragged by their excited partners. There was a very terrified looking Japan whose wrist was being death-gripped by America, a very annoyed looking Romano being dragged by his tanned Spaniard, and a very confused Germany being dragged by Italy. They took their seats and Romano was across from Germany. The dark haired Italian glared daggers at the German.
“What the hell are you doing here with my fratellino you potato eating bastard?” He snarled. Germany held up his hands defensively.
“Don't blame me, it was mein bruder that got me dragged into this.” He shrugged. Spain noticed the tension between the two and made Romano switch seats with him to eliminate the chance of Romano attacking the poor German. France came around and gave everyone a marker and dry-erase board. He went back to the microphone.
“Alright, people of Pangea, we would like to welcome you to tonight's contest. 'Do You Know Your Lover.'” The Frenchman laughed. “Tonight our contestants are America with Japan, Spain with his little tomato Romano, and finally ze awkward Germany with his little friend Italy.”
The crowd laughed when the German turned bright red. France cleared his throat again and continued. “Now, ze main idea of ze game is to answer questions about your lover. I'll ask a question about one of you, and you both write down how you think that person would react. If the answers match up, you get five points, if they don't, you lose one point. The team with the most points by the end of the game win the trip to Hawaii. Got it?” He looked at the contestants.
The six contestants nodded and picked up their dry erase boards. France smiled and walked over to the first pair on his right, which happened to be America and Japan. “Alright, America, if Japan were to want you to be quiet, how would he go about doing it.”
The two contestants wrote down their answers and looked at France. America grinned and held up his board, which France read off. “'He wouldn't because I'm the hero!'” France looked at Japan. “And what did you say mon ami?”
The dark haired nation held up his board. “Japan says, 'I would threaten him with my katana until he agreed to be quiet.'” France frowned. “I'm sorry, but that's incorrect, and you two lose one point.” The Frenchman picked up a dry erase board from between their chairs and wrote “-1” on it. He then moved on to the next pair, Spain and Romano. Romano was pouting, but waited for his question.
“Alright, Romano, if Spain wanted you to make dinner, what would you cook for him?” The two dark haired nations scribbled down their answers. “Well?”
Romano sighed and read off his board. “I'd probably end up making some sort of pasta dish with a lot of our home grown tomatoes.” Spain grinned and held up his board. France returned the grin and read off the answer.
“'Something that uses our fresh grown tomatoes.' I'll take that answer. 5 points.” The Frenchman picked up their board and wrote a “5” on it. He then moved onto the last pair. France grinned at the German. “So Germany, when Italy wants to do something, how does he tell you?” The pair wrote down their answers and looked back to their host. “How does he tell you?”
Germany rolled his eyes. “He vhines and clings to me until I finally give in.” The German sighed. Italy held up his board and smiled brightly. “I cling and whine until I get what I want!”
France smiled. “That's five points to Germany and Italy.” He marked down their score.
The night continued, and after 5 rounds the score was America and Japan 7, and the teams of Spain and Romano, and Germany and Italy were tied for first with 19 points.
“Well, it looks like we'll have to do a tie breaker. I'm sorry, but America you and Japan lose. Please take these T-shirts as a thank you for playing.” He handed them matching t-shirts that said “He belongs to me!” with arrows pointing towards each other. After they were off the stage, America could be seen trying to pull the shirt over the smaller nation's head.
“Alright, last question, and it's a two-parter. Germany and Romano, the question is if your lover were to do one thing for you to make you happy, what would it be and how would they do it?”
The contestants took a minute to write down their answers. Germany thought about it for a minute longer, then spoke up. “Vell, if Italy vould do vone thing to make me happy, it vould be him actually training for vonce, and he vould accomplish this by actually getting up on time and going out to train.” France turned to Italy, who held up a board that read “Get up on time for training, waking up on time for training.”
The long haired nation grinned. “Ten points for Germany and Italy! Now Spain and Romano?”
The Spaniard looked at his Italian. Romano rolled his eyes. “I'd have him leave me alone. He'd accomplish this by falling off a cliff.” Spain frowned sadly and looked down, holding up a board that said “Cuddles and hugs to make him happy. Get to bed on time.”
France shook his head. “Sorry mon amis, you guys lose, making our winners Germany and Italy! They will be taking a romantic trip for two to Hawaii where they can spend a lot of time together exploring the island. They will spend two weeks soaking up the sun.” He looked at them. “Congratulations, and have fun on your vacation.” France pulled out two plane tickets from his coat pocket, first class tickets mind you, and handed them to Germany. “The plane leaves next Sunday at three. Don't miss it.”
Italy clung tightly to Germany's shoulder, very excited. “Doitsu! I can't believe we won! I'm so happy!”
Germany put the tickets and blushed. “Ja, neither can I. I. I need a drink...” The German sat down at the bar and ordered a few shots of whatever was handy. Since he and Italy had won the contest, ever drink he wanted was on the house. Italy sat down next to him and started chattering excitedly.
“I can't wait Doitsu! This trip is going to be so fun, and the beaches are going to be so pretty, and everything will be perfect!” He smiled softly. “Even if you don't want to spend the whole time with me, I'm sure I can find something to do.”
Germany gave his friend a drunken smile and hiccuped. There were currently five empty beer bottles and a bunch of empty shot glasses next to him at the bar. “Ja, that sounds like it's *hic* gonna be fun.” The German slurred. Italy didn't seem to notice the German's current intoxicated state.
“I know! I can't wait! We can go swimming, tan on the beach, all kinds of stuff!” Italy was practically bouncing out of his seat. He opened his mouth to ramble again, but was cut short by a quick tug on his curl from the German. Germany then pulled Italy into his lap and held him close.
“It's going to  *hic* be great as long as I'm vith you.” The German slurred his words a bit worse as he rubbed the Italian's shoulder.
Italy blushed softly, then a thought occurred to him. He looked at the bar and counted the empty bottles and glasses. He sighed and started to realize how drunk his German must be. The blond nuzzled his neck.
“*Hic* Go on Italia, take a drink. Have some fun! *hic* I'll do some nice things for you...” The larger man continued to slur drunkenly. Italy liked the attention, but knew letting his friend act like this while he was drunk would only lead to him never having a real relationship with the rugged blond.
Italy climbed to his feet and slowly led his friend out to the car. Germany tried to pin the Italian to the car and kiss him. Italy let out a squeak and pushed him away. “No, Germany. You're drunk and I need to drive you home.” He opened the back door and pushed the drunk German inside.
Italy climbed into the driver's side door and and headed back to Germany's house. Once there the Italian led Germany up to his bedroom and sat him on the bed. He pulled off the German's boots, and kicked off his own, thinking he would reclaim them in the morning.
The German was very tired and flopped over onto his side, pulling Italy close to him like a teddy bear and falling asleep. The Italian tried to break free, but the German's grasp was too strong, so Italy just sighed and snuggled close enough to sleep comfortably. He smiled and kissed Germany's cheek. “Buonanotte Doitsu.” He rested his head against his friend's chest. “I can't wait for our trip...” The Italian closed his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.