Italy Pov
Germany has been acting strange lately... avoiding me. i walked up to him and tapped his shoulder gingerly, afraid he would yell or scold me. "Ja?" he asked, looking nervous. 'confront him, Feli.' a thought rang in my head. "i-i... it's nothing...." i said, turning and going to run. there were tears in my eyes, and i hated how my chest stung. "Italia, Vait." he ordered, grabbing my hand. i stopped and just stood there as the tears dripped down my cheeks. "w-why do you h-hate me?" i whispered, my voice betraying me and cracking. he pulled me into his arms and nuzzled me, my tears cascading down my cheeks. "s-stop it..." i whispered, feeling betrayed. "i don't hate jou, italy.... quite zhe opposite..." he whispered into my hair, my eyes wide and my cheeks tinting red. "a..amour?" i whispered. he nodded and hummed, a shiver running up my back. he obviously noticed as a rumble of small laughter erupted from his broad chest. "vell italy... i... i know ve have been vith eachozher a vhile now... so... i vanted to say... i.... ich... ich liebe dich..." he said. my eyes went wide and my heart pounded. "ti amo anch'io..." i said, wiping my tears and looking up at him. "L..Ludwig?" i asked softly. he looked at me and smiled charmingly. i felt my heart stop, eyes going wide. "oh... oh my god...." i whispered, touching his flawless face. he looked confused but intrigued by my actions. "italy, jou little cutie, vhat are jou doing?" he asked. "you... you are so handsome.... you.... you're face is like an angel!" i whispered, pulling him down gently. he blushed lightly, making me blush deeply in contrast to him. he chuckled deeply, making shivers run down my body. "adorable." he stated. i smiled shyly and he leaned in, connecting our lips gently and wrapping his arms around my waist again. there was no doubt in me that i loved him. he pulled me closer as i wrapped my arms around his neck, the kiss getting more heated then intended. someone cleared their throat and i squeaked in surprise. i looked over and saw roma and the bad touch trio, staring in surprise. the btt started cheering us on and roma facepalmed. i hid in germany's chest as he chuckled. "Dummkopf..." he whispered to me. "all of them, dummkopfs..." i blushed and roma smiled at me. "Potato bastardo..." i heard, making me laugh. it was roma, getting ready to storm over. suddenly, spain pulled him back and kissed him. he melted into it, hands gripping on spain's shirt. prussia and france were calling their loved ones, getting them to come over. "they really are!" i chirped softly. i felt germany's nose glide on my neck and i let out a moan of surprise. i covered my mouth as everyone looked at me. "Feli!" roma said. spain dove in and started kissing his neck, making him shudder and tremble. soon enough, we had all parted and decide on what to do now. we were having a party. "okay! ill-a make the pasta!" i shouted, running to the kitchen. i loved cooking, especially for others. it was fun, and brought back good memories. no one really ever comes to the kitchen while im cooking, they know i like this time to be alone and think of everything. i started chopping tomatoes and such to put into the sauce, humming along with the beat of the knife steadily hitting the cutting board. i enjoy singing to my food, to give it a better vibe. "italy, i vanted to ask jou somezhing..." germany asked as he walked in. i nodded and kept cutting as i looked at him. "si?" i asked, smiling sweetly. "vell... vill jou be mein freund?" he asked. i dropped the knife, eyes wide. "il amichetto?!" i shouted happily. he nodded. he had asked me out. i was so happy that i jumped into his arms, immidiately hugging him. "sì sì sì!!" i screamed, nearly in tears. he hugged me and kissed my forehead, chuckling deeply. i smiled. "ich liebe dich, italia." "ti amo an'chio~" i chirped happily.
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