Germany was walking behind Italy through the streets of Luka listening as Italy hummed a tune.
"I don't zink I have ever heard zat one before Italy," he said.
"Ve ~ That's-a because I'm-a composing it!" Italy said with his characteristic smile.
"Does it have vords yet?" Germany asked.
"Si!" Italy said happily and began singing. It took some time for Germany to translate the words, but when he did he stopped in his tracks with a pole-axed expression on his face.
"Ve ~ Why-a did you stop?" Italy asked.
"Is zat really how jou feel Italy?" Germany asked cupping his hands around Italy's face.
"Si! Ti amo Germany," Italy said. Germany smiled one of his rare sweet smiles and kissed Italy softly.
"Ich liebe dich Italy," he replied, "Now let's go home."
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FanfictionOn hold indefinitely Italy never knew the Holy Roman Empire's name, so it's not surprising when he nearly has a heart attack when he sees Germany sweeping the floor with a push broom that's much to short for him. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! ALL RIGHTS...
