You felt something very soft in your hands. You pulled it out, and it was a white piece of cloth.
"It's a white...Cloth thing." You said, staring at the item.
"Oh! That's mine!" Italy said, smiling. "That's one of the things I used for a white flag!" The Italian laughed happily.
You smiled, seeing how happy he was.
"Kesesesese! Now remember, seven minutes! If you take any longer, or if you come out early, you'll have a problem with the awesome me!" Prussia said, pushing you and Italy into the closet.
The door of the closet shut, and you heard a small whimper from the Italian. "V-Veh... ____....I-I'm scared of the dark..." Italy said, quietly.
You sighed, and tried to find him in the dark. But before you could, he tackled you holding you tightly as he sobbed. "It's scary in here!" He complained.
You hushed the Italian. "Shh. It's okay, Italy," You said, hugging him. You couldn't help but smile at how cute he was when he was afraid.
"I like hugs, but they aren't making me better yet..." Italy whispered.
Your eyes widened. "O-Oh..." You said. "Well maybe... This will make you better?" You said, kissing his cheek gently. You saw the Italian blush.
"That makes me feel alot better! Can I have another kiss?" Italy asked. Before you could answer, he kissed you gently on the lips, still having his arms wrapped around you.
You blushed, and wrapped your own arms around him as well.
The Italian pulled back and smiled. "You taste better than pasta!" He said happily. "Oh...but pasta is really good!" He said. He kissed you again gently.
"Ohohohon~ I wonder what they're doing in there?" You heard a certain French man laugh from the outside.
"Leave us alone, France." You said against the door.
"Oh. Sorry, mon cheri." He said.
"Don't call me that." You replied with a small tone of anger.
"Just wanted to tell you that you have about one more minute left~!" He said, in a merry tone.
You groaned, and faced the Italian again who was smiling innocently.
"Hey Italy, you wanna make some body jealous?" You asked the Italian.
"How do I do that?" He asked, still smiling.
You smirked. "Like this." You said, pulling him into another kiss.
The door opened and you noticed it was France who opened the door.
He scoffed, and pulled you away from the Italian, leading you out the closet.
Germany smiled to Italy. "You did good, Italy." The German said.
"I know!" Italy said happily. "I think...I think I found something I love more than pasta!" Italy said, smiling and laughing.
