Italy loved flowers.
It was just as simple as that. He loved how the smelled, how their petals could be different, so much like the countries themselves. The lily for France, the edelweiss was for Austria, the chrysanthemum for Japan, and so much more.
Tulips, though, caught his attention.
He was fascinated by the closed flower, the petals standing upright until fully bloomed, when they spread little from each other, invisible bonds keeping them together. Like Hungary, or Turkey, or....The Netherlands.
Italy heaved a sigh and fell back against the beds of flowers surrounding Spain's house, his eyes drifting closed. As he slept, he dreamt the Netherlands was smiling over him, running a hand through Italy's hair, Netherlands' lips kissing his . It was nightfall when Italy woke up. Wrapped around his neck was a blue-striped scarf. Italy blushed.
Maybe it hadn't been a dream after all.
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First Sight
FanficA series of Hetalia crack parings. XDI DO NOT OWN HETALIA. I WISH I DID, BUT I DON'T.
