Italy X Germany: The Broom SMASH! "Ahh! I'm so sorry!" Germany had invited Italy over for dinner, and the first thing the clumsy fool had done was break a plate. "It's okay," Germany sighed, "I'll go get the broom." He walked down the hallway to the broom closet before remembering he had let his brother Gilbert borrow the broom, so there was no guarantee he would ever see it again. He stood there for a moment thinking what to do, and finally decided to check the attic. The attic had not been visited for quite a while, and old keepsakes and knickknacks overflowed from the shelves and boxes and littered the floor. After rummaging through the clutter for a few minutes, Germany uncovered a dusty handle sticking out of a box. At first the stubborn handle wouldn't budge, but after a few sharp tugs he managed to retrieve a small pushbroom from the rubbish. It looked old and worn, but it would be fine for at least one more job. He examined the broom once more, find