You walk up to the stage and continue to hear cheers of encouragement. A certain Italian hugs and squeals, "gooda luck, my bambino!" You blush and nod towards him. He had always been your big crush, and you had hoped that bit of luck meant he returned it.
Standing on stage, you find a song as everyone quiets down with either a glass of wine, beer, water, or a more than a couple glasses of a combo.
You whisper to the person running karaoke your choice, and it begins. In a second, America recognized it and grinned knowing who. Being your best friend, he shouted out, "DUDETTE! YOU GOT THIS!!" And everyone clapped and laughed at your embarrassed face.
You sigh with a big breath, then begin singing.
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
All the others hadn't heard this song, and not by the expression of feli did he either.
He has his normal grin, and looks at you supportingly. You hope once you get off stage, it will stay that way.
He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing cause I hope he's wrong
Once the chorus started and a few altered lines, it would probably be obvious to everyone. You try to calm yourself which you manage easily. You can do this!
I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
This was it, the last bit of mystery before he knows. You wince, then sing the lines that would chose your fate in love.
And I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to cook too, my Italy
His brothers handsome, he has his grandfather's eyes
If you asked my if I'd love him, I'd lie
You walk off the stage and walk over to the Italian who's eyes were for once open and shocked. He was tomato red, and he had a face of pure amazement. "_-___.... I-a never-a knew."
You shrink back blushing, but then were surprised by a pair of warm lips tasting of pasta and a good wine kiss you.
You kiss back, then start to get passionate. You begin to use tongue, then pull back to see everyone screaming at Italy and cheering for you two. He screams "______!!! LOVE-A YOU!" (Shouting your name Like he does pasta) and they all laugh. You hold each others hands, and he drives you home for a wonderful night of fun.
-End.
