Italy arose from his bed, he shivered and smiled 'boy it sure is nice today~"
he began to push himself off the bed and got ready for his day, the floorboards creaked as he placed his weight on with each step he took. He carried on with his daily routine, first, he would shower, washing all his dirt off of him, then, he would begin to brush his teeth.
After he proceeded with his operation, Italy was starving and pranced off to the kitchen
"I really want-a some pasta~"
The grin on the country's face could never was be washed away, the young man always so cheerful and pleased.
When Italy placed a small pot on the stove, his best friend Germany walked in. Italy heard footsteps in the small kitchen and spun around, when Italy knew who walked in, his heart pounded in pleasure, he smiled while blushing
"Good-a morning, Germany!"
Italy's cheerful smile and voice grabbed the other country's attention. "Good morning, vait, vat are you cooking?"
Germany looked over the small country's shoulders and caught a glimpse of pasta "Italy, vhy are you cooking pasta? No one vants to have that for breakfast."
Italy's smile disappeared for awhile, then quickly returned, " Oh, Germany, you are so-a silly! Of course everyone-a wants to try my pasta, especially in the morning!"
Italy jumped in the air as he pronounced pasta, as if to put emphasis on it. Then continued to stir the food. Germany, looked upon Italy, his eyes never leaving the cute country,
'I swear, sometimes Italy, is a pain in the ass'
Germany silently cursed as he looked at the delicate country
'Vut, he is cute, The little pain.'
Italy's sudden voice broke Germany's stare "Germany!! Germany!!!"
Germany replied, acknowledge Italy's loud voice. "ves, vat is it?"
Italy stretched his lips into a smile as he said,
"I love you"
Germany gave a small smile and began to blush
"Vat Vas that Italy?"
It was Italy's turn to blush this time
"Oh! Well, I-a love you!"
He gave a huge grin after every word he said, Italy could feel his heart pounding as he came closer to Germany.
"Italy?" the young man snapped out of his trance "My-a Pasta!!!~" he squealed in delight "Ve~"
Italy grabbed a big bowl and began to chow down. Germany was slightly confused as he watched the country become a huge pig.
'Vat did he say "I love you" for?'
the thought was pounding against the taller country's mind, the thought wouldn't go away, it stayed in his mind haunting him...
'Does he really mean it?'
A/N: Hello my readers, Yes, this seems short, but unfortunately, it was all I could really type today, I hope you like it so far, if you feel the need to comment, please do! ^^ until next time c: also, I tried to get their accents down, so please bare with me, I am trying my best!
