"I Kept My Promise" (a Germany x Italy one-shot) (Hetalia)

This is just a one-shot cute Germany x Italy story I wrote last night. Hope you guys enjoy.
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Germany's POV
"GERMANY!!!" I hear from behind me and a second later I almost fall over from the impact as Italy jumped on my back. "Ahh! Italy! Don't do that!" I yelled as I tried to get him off of me. "AHH! Germany! I'm sorry! I won't do it again I promise! Please don't be mad! Please don't yell at me! I d-" I cut him off. "It's fine but get off my back" I sighed. "Ve!" He said as he slid off my back and landed on his butt. "Ouch!" He yelped. I sighed and offered him a hand to help him up. "Gratzi!" He grabbed my hand and jumped up. I just rolled my eyes. "Can we go now?" He asked bouncing up and down. "Ja. Let's go" I motioned him to follow me and he latched onto my arm. We were on our way to Austria's house for a dinner party. Italy wanted to spend the night and he wanted me to stay with him. I couldn't say no. "Do you know anyone else that will be there?" Italy asked me while he was still hanging on my arm. "Ja. Spain and France will be there. England, Prussia, America, Romano, Japan, and a few others as well." I listed off the people I knew were going. "Okay... Gratzi Germany!" He yelled finally letting go of my arm as he ran ahead and up to Austria's door. I hurried to be at the door before anyone answered.

"Welcome, everyone is in the living room" Austria told us as he opened the door. "Gratzi Austria!" He thanked Austria and ran inside. I sighed and followed behind him after thanking Austria myself. I walked into the living room to see that we were early. Only a few people had showed up yet. Prussia was standing by a window with a drink in his hand and I saw Spain and Italy hugging. Romano was in the corner of the room shooting eye daggers at me. Austria came in and sat on his piano bench and started talking to France. I walked over to Italy and said hello to Spain. "Good to see you Ludwig." Spain greeted me and shook my hand. "You too." I said back and Italy turned to me. "Germany! Can I show you my old room? You can set your bag in there so you don't have to carry it around." He asked. I nodded and said goodbye to Spain and Italy lead me to his room. The walk there was a little confusing. We turned corners several times and had to go up a few flights of stairs. Finally he stops at a small door and opens it. "How do you remember how to get around this house?" I ask in amazement. He just shrugs and jumps on the bed. The room is fairly small and there are several drawings and paintings lining the walls. A few of a boy that looked familiar. I couldn’t see it as well as I could've because the lights in the room were off. The room had a desk and a twin sized bed in it. How are we gonna fit of that? I'll just sleep on the floor or something. I set my bag down. I looks back at the pictures and I see that same boy with a small girl. "Italy, who are these two? You seem to have drawn them a lot." He stands up and walks over to the painting. "Oh... that is a boy I knew when I was little and myself." His expression went from carefree to sad and he looked at the picture. "That is you? Why were are you wearing a dress and a bonnet?" I was a little confused. I thought the girl looked strange. "Mr. Austria only had clothes for a girl in my size." He was still looking at the picture and his eyes seemed to have teared up. "The boy... the boy was my first love, He had to leave and I never saw him again." He was crying now. "Oh... okay... maybe we should get back downstairs before someone realizes we are gone." I didn't know what to say so I stood up and headed for the door and waited for Italy to take lead. He looked at the picture for a few more seconds before wiping his eyes and walking in front of me. "Are you okay Italy?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me with a sad smile. "Ve. I'm good. Let's just get back down to the party. I am hungry!" His mood brightened at the mention of food. I chuckled. "Of course you are."

We got back down stairs and many more people had shown up. Italy and I went around saying our hellos to everyone. I sat down and I spotted Romano staring at me again. I looked over at him and said hello. "Potato bastard" I heard him mumble. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Why did he even hate me? I didn't do anything to him or Italy. I stood up and walked over to him. "Exactly why am I a bastard?" I questioned him. "Romano, at least tell me why you dislike me?" He looked over at me with disgust. "Why should I?" He asked me. "Because I don't know why. I don't understand it." I answered honestly. He sighed and completely faced me. "It is because you remind me for someone that hurt my brother... you look like him. That's why now will you go away?" He turned back around. Someone hurt Italy? Who else looks like me? "Who? When did he hurt Italy?" I was interested now. Romano growled under his breath. "I forget his name. It was when we were little. He left my brother heartbroken and never came back." He must be talking about the boy in the black clothes. I thanked him for telling me and went to look for Italy. I saw him at the buffet table and I walked over to him. "Hello Italy." I tapped on his shoulder. He turned around and his mouth was filled with noodles. He swallowed and his face was covered in tomato pause. "Hi Germany!" I sighed loudly and grabbed a napkin from the table next to me. I wiped his face and he smiled and giggled. "Sorry, the pasta is really good!" He took another bite. I handed him a few more napkins. "What some?" He shoved the plate in my face and tipped it, spilling it down my front. "Italy!" I shouted and stepped backwards, tripping over something and falling down on the ground and smacking my head. "GERMANY! I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I JUST WANTED YOU TO TRY SOME PASTA! IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN! PLEASE DON'T BE MAD AT MEEEE!" He continued to shout and try to pull me up. Everyone was either staring, snickering, or in Romano's case, on the floor laughing. I cut Italy off by saying I was fine. I stood up and almost lost my balance again but steedied myself. The back of my head felt wet and I found that I cut my skin when I fell. I had tomato sauce all down my front and the plate and pasta was in a pile on the floor. Italy was staring at me with worry in his eyes. "Italy, I'm fine. I have a cut on my head but that's all." I looked around at everyone and they were still staring at us but they looked away soon enough. "Italy, can you clean up the pasta while I go clean up my clothes?" He nodded frantically and grabbed more napkins from the table and started cleaning. I left the living room to find a bathroom and luckily it was right across the hall. I walked into it and turned on the light. I took off my coat and realized that the pasta got on my shirt and pants. I got a towel wet and tried to rub off the pasta sauce. The red color wouldn't come out and I didn't have anything else to wear for the rest of the night except my pajamas. I rubbed my temples to make the oncoming headache to go away. I got as much of the red as I could out of my clothes and put it back on. I washed the red out of the towel I was using and put it in a nearby hamper. I used a way of toilet paper to clean the back of my head. Once the beading stopped a washed the back of my head with a bit of soap with get to blood out of my hair. Once I was done I stepped out of the bathroom to see Prussia standing there with a box. "Oh hello Prussia. I'm fine by the way, i just can't get the red out of my clothes." I explained to him. "I expected that. Austria had these clothes I gave him for safe keeping a while ago. A few weeks ago I had a tailor make the outfit bigger and the they made it your size so I thought you could use them for the rest of the night." He handed me the box he was holding. "Ja. Thanks Prussia." He nodded and went back to the party. I stepped back into the bathroom and locked the door. I opened the box and it was a black shirt with a white collar and a small black cloak attached to it along with black pants and boots. There was also a hat shaped almost like a cone with a gold stripe on it. It looked a little strange but it was better than my red stained clothes. I undressed and put the outfit and hat on. I stepped out of the bathroom with my ruined clothes and walked back to the party. There were only a few people in the living room. Prussia, Austria, and France. Austria was looking at me with big eyes but I brushed it off. I walked over to Prussia to thank him again and I handed him the box. "No problem. You look good in it anyway." He chuckled and I just rolled my eyes. I looked around for Italy but didn't see him anywhere. "Did you see where Italy went?" I asked Prussia. "I think he said he was going up to his old room again. This house is kinda big so I could walk you there." I nodded and thanked him and we started the journey to the room. After what felt like forever we arrived at the room. I thanked Prussia again and he walked back downstairs. I knocked on the door and opened it. "Italy?" I saw him sitting on the bed looking at a drawing. He didn't seem to hear me. "Italy." I repeated and he turned to look at me.