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Oneshot 11.2 - I L-Word You(Rewrite)

A/N: This may seem sudden but I can explain! I honestly hate Oneshot 11. It's one of my least favorite oneshots I've written. The draft was a better than the final product. If I had stuck with the draft then maybe I would've been more proud of it. What bothers me the most though is how it's written. The atmosphere changes at the end. It goes from this sorta jokey and happy atmosphere to this really bad romantic movie emotional scene vibe in like, less than five minutes.

Warnings: Cuteness, fluff, just great vibes in general, also they're stuck in an elevator

Aight let's go
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Italy walked down the hallways of the meeting place they had chosen for the world meeting. The world meetings weren't really anything special. Just fights with the occasional presentations here and there. Italy somehow had managed to eat a couple plates of pasta when Germany wasn't looking since he was busy trying to calm the nations down.

Italy was honestly getting tired of walking down these long hallways. Why did they make these hallways so long? He wanted to go home and take a nice long nap. Italy sighed happily at the thought of just taking a nap and doing his paperwork later.

The bubbly suddenly stopped. An elevator. Was it always here or had Italy taken a wrong turn again? Elevators got you to places quite fast. Especially up and down a building with multiple floors. This elevator looked mostly usable at best, but the door was really rusty. Maybe he shouldn't...Italy was suddenly aware of the aching in his legs.

In a blur he pressed the down button on the pad and waited patiently. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Italy had to fight to keep the blush off his face. USA, or the United States of America, or just commonly referred to as America. The blond haired and blues eyed moron of the group himself, was standing in the elevator.

Italy didn't really like to admit how much he liked the younger nation. He was quite vocal about who he loved but when it came to America, he felt like he would much rather keep it to himself.

Italy stepped into the elevator, making sure to keep some distance between them. Some snazzy elevator music played in the background when the door closed quietly.

'Maybe this elevator is new? The inside looks new while the doors look really rusty.' He thought to himself while the floor numbers slowly went down.

Suddenly, the numbers stopped going down. That wasn't normal right? Elevator numbers are supposed to go up or down, not just stay in one place(yeah no shit sherlock).

"That's not supposed to happen. Maybe the elevator got stuck? But don't worry! At least we still have the lights on and the elevator isn't making weird noises!" America said, sure that nothing bad would happen.

But then the lights turned off with only the glow of the red elevator numbers illuminating the small space they were in.

Italy let out a shriek at that sudden timing of the lights turning off. Wow, what great timing.

Moron #1 looked a little bit nervous. "Hey, at least the elevator isn't doing some weird shit...?" The blond nation tugged at his suit nervously. The simp would stop to admire the younger nation's collarbone, but now wasn't the time for that! They were stuck in an elevator! They were in a small space in close proximity with only the glowing of the still not moving numbers giving them some sort of light!

Italy was nervous. Remember, this pasta eating bitch was in love with the one with the least amount of brain cells. Do you know what most people do in a situation like this? If you said call for help, you would be technically right...but no. We're talking about getting down and dirty. Shirts being ripped off, hickeys being made, horniness levels increased.