Germany was sitting on his bed, his head in his hands. Italy had gone home a few hours ago. Germany laid down in the bed, gripping the sheets. "Why can't I get you out of my head Italy?" The blonde sighed and pulled up his blanket. He had been thinking about Italy all the time for a while now, and he was confused. He actually had had a -ahem- dream about his Italian friend. "Italy..." Germany fell asleep clutching the part of the bed where Italy usually slept.
Italy was sitting on his bed smiling like a lunatic. "Ve~, Romano, why don't you like Germany?" He asked his brother. Romano scowled and turned over. "Because. Buon notte fratello." Italy laid down in the bed and started thinking of Germany. His blue eyes, his blonde hair, his strong musc- no no no no no no! Bad Feli! Italy pulled the blanket tighter to him and sighed, dreaming of Germany, pasta, and Germany eating pasta.
"Italy, run like there's pasta at the end of the road." Germany called, egging Italy on. The two were training together, Japan was sick and couldn't make it, so they were alone. After training for a while, Italy ran into Germany's house and made pasta. As they ate, after Germany had thoroughly scolded Italy, Germany got some sauce on his nose. "Ve~, Germany you have pasta sauce on your nose!" Italy smiled and reached over, wiping off the tomato. Germany's face turned red and he looked away. "I could've got that..." He stated. Italy smiled and forked up some pasta. "Ve~, Germany?" Germany turned toward Italy to receive pasta to the face. "Did you just throw pasta at me?" Germany asked. Italy giggled and nodded. Germany threw some pasta back at Italy, hitting his forehead. They started throwing pasta until they ran out and Italy pounced onto the blonde. Germany, surprised, flipped them over so he was on top. Italy giggled. Germany blushed and froze. I could kiss him if I wanted to. I do want to. Germany leaned down and softly pressed his lips to Italy's, closing his eyes. Italy felt the warmth of Germany's mouth and kissed back, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck. When they parted for air, Germany realized what he'd just done. "Italy I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that without your permission I'm sor-" He was cut off by a pair of lips touching his own. His heartbeat skyrocketed as he kissed Italy back. "Ich Liebe Dich, Italien." "Ti amo anche io, Germania."
