WWIII: The Magic of Italy

Chapter 1

"Italien, vhere are you?" Germany asked from the upstairs office. He heard a small moan followed by 

"Down the stairs, sorta" 

"Vat do you mean sorta, how can you be sorta down stairs?" He asked, confused by Italy as usual. He got up from his office chair and walked to the top of the stairs. Lying in the big middle of the stairs was Italy. 

"I fell again..."

"And vat have I told you to do vhen you fall?"

"I have to a get up..." He says rolling his eyes at Germany. "I'm a too lazy for that." Germany walks down the stairs and picks Germany up Italy up by his collar, like a kitten. Setting the goofy little Feliciano on his feet Ludwig can't help but think

"He is quite cute, even though he can be considered annoying by most, and I have loved him for a good time now, I'm just too darn closed off to tell him. Stupid German emotion." Getting on his feet, Italy bolts off to the kitchen and starts making lunch. Germany follows just to clean up behind Italy. He can see the gears turning in Feli's eyes

"Vat are you thinking about Italy?" 

"Oh! Nothing..." He dodges the question. 

"Italien."

"You. Okay,  I was a thinking about you." Italy fixes Germany's plate and sets it front of him.

"Danke. Vat about me if I may ask?" Italy blushes and looks at his plate intently. Germany raises an eyebrow, and prepares himself for the worst. To his surprise however Italy looks back up and says, 

"Ti Amo Deutschland, I always a have. I was just a too scared to tell you." He blurts out all at once. Germany breaths out a sigh of relief. 

"Italien, Ich Liebe Dich" 

"What?" Italy asks, not understanding the German. 

"It means I love you, in German." Ludwig says looking into the soft brown eyes of Italy. Ludwig leans over the counter and kissed Feli gently. He began to tear up instantly looking into Germany's harsh blue eyes.

"Italy? Is something wrong. I'm sorry"

"No, no, these are tears of joy." He says as Germany wipes them away. Italy stands up and walks around the little dining counter and comes around. He then kisses Germany with a lot of passion. Germany kisses back dizzy with joy that Italy returned his affection. The motion seemed natural to the both of them. They pulled back each one looking at the other intently. 

"How a long?"

"Since I found you in the tomato box in the woods." 

Short I know. This is just the intro, for a bit it's going to be fluff and then we'll really let the story take a run for it.