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A petite Italian girl yawned as she woke. She opened her beautiful amber eyes to see a red rose placed on the other pillow. She plucked it into her hands, then brought it to her nose. Italy breathed in the scent, then smiled.
The auburn haired girl skipped down the hall to the stair case, finding another rose at the top, then another resting on the last step. "What?"" She muttered, but picked up the flowers none-the-less. A trail of these flowers lead her to the dining room where a plate of pasta was waiting. Without a second thought, Feli leapt into the seat, then shoveled the food into her mouth. Once she finished, she went to clean the dishes when she found a note under the plate. After placing the plate in the sink, she opened the note.
Feli,
Meet me outside once you have finished.
Italy was slightly confused. "No name..." She whispered, then headed towards the door. She turned the door-knob, and peeked outside.
Another rose.
Sucking in a breath, she stepped outside. While glancing around, Italy held the seven roses in her hand. Soon, her eyes caught sight of a large tree. Quickly, she dashed in that direction. A flower hung from a branch which she had to climb to get to. She did.
Feli sat on a branch, then reached for the rose.
A sigh slipped past her lips when she got the eigth rose in her grasp. Then she squealed when she slid right off the branch. She squeezed her eyes shut, readying herself for impact.
None came. No hard ground, just a nice, firm, warm pair of arms. Slowly, Feli cracked an eyes open to peek up at her savior. She yelped in joy, then tossed her arms around his neck. "Grazie, Doitsu!"
"Ja, ja. You know, you should try being a little more careful, Feli." The blonde muttered, his cheeks being dusted with a slight blush.
Italy pulled back, then brought the roses to her nose, her eyes closed. "Did you-a get these for me, Germany?" She asked, glancing up at him. The german only nodded. "Ah~, grazi!" She kept thanking him as he carried her to the house. Just before he opened the door, the italian leaned up, and placed her soft lips on his cheek. "Grazi again, Ludwig!~"
The german's blush grew darker. "Ja..."
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