Winning the battle had become the highlight of Italy's life, and he had never been happier because Germany was proud of him. To celebrate, they threw a party for all the countries, including the ones they just defeated. There was a pause in the war to celebrate Italy, because even the Allies understood.
Everyone wore their best suit, brought the best date, and the best food. There was music, bright lights, and fine wine. Germany was satisfied with the black and white theme and Italy didn't care as long as there was food. Japan stood respectably in the corner and watched, trying not to be noticed
Russia walked up to Germany and smiled. "I should've stayed on your side da?" He smiled again and walked away. Germany blinked. "What?" Italy ran up at that point and grabbed Germany's arm. "come dance Germany!" The blond shook his head, but the Italian insisted. Germany let himself be dragged onto the dance floor, and awkwardly shuffled his feet. "See! Dancing is fuuuun!" The red head smiled. Germany shrugged. Italy laughed and hugged Germany, opening his eyes briefly. Germany's eyes widened at the sight of the Italians bright eyes. The German found himself unable to look away. Italy blushed slightly and kissed Germany.
In the corner of the room, Japan smiled, his Axis friends were getting along, and that made him happy. The rest of the evening passed, full of noise and the bad touch trio drinking too much beer.
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