Austria's fingers were swift as they hit the piano keys, his eyebrows relaxed, as he played a tune that gathered the two lingering countries in front of the piano. Italy's smile relaxed as he sat on the couch. Germany watched and headed toward the couch next to Italy. Italy whispered into Germany's ears
"Germany? When did you-a get a piano, you can't play." Italy's whispers were hushed by Austria as the piano continued the harmony that was playing. Germany lifted a finger, signaling that Italy needed to wait until the song was over. Italy sighed as his head rested on Germany's shoulder. The taller country snaked his arm around Italy's waist.
"Germany? I love-a you" Italy's face went into a deep shade of pink as he muttered the word into Germany's ear. In response, Germany gave Italy a small kiss on his lips. The blushing country smiled as he wrapped his arms around Germany. The sitting country's noticed the music had vanished, Austria had been watching the whole time.
"Guys? You do know its seven o'clock, right? I'm starving, so go make some dinner! Quit kissing up to each other!" Italy jumped at the sound of Austria's voice, Germany quickly jumped up and absconded to the kitchen, his voice carrying into the room the two other countries were settled in.
"Ves sir! nov vat should I make tonight?" Germany continued to mumble as Austria faced Italy.
"Italy listen, we need to talk." Italy lit up, his voice in a hyper tone
"Really? What are we-a going to talk about? Oh-a are we gonna talk about cooking tips? I love pasta, lets-a talk about that! The othe-" Austria interrupted Italy before he could continue
"Italy, we aren't talking about useless shit like that, we need to talk about your relationship." Italy cowered at the tone in the man's voice
"What do you-a mean? Germany is so nice-a to me, we don't need to talk about anything-a." Italy tried to smile and shake the fear off of him, but the little country was trembling in his seat.
"Italy, have you ever had a serious relationship before?" Austria pinched the bridge of his nose, slightly annoyed.
"Well-a, not really, I've had a few with some ladies, but never with a man." Italy tried to sound serious, but he was dancing in his seat, he could smell the aroma coming from the kitchen and grew excited.
"I thought so, do you feel comfortable around him? Do you love him?" Italy blushed when Austria pronounced the word love.
"Austria, of course I love Germany-a why wouldn't I? He's so kind and let's me sleep in his bed with him. Once, there was this-a huge thunderstorm and I was really scared-a, Germany heard my screams and slept in my bed with me, how is that not kind?" Italy was smiling with a hint of pink on his cheek. Austria replied with a smile
"Well, I suppose you do love him. Now let's go eat, I'm starving." the two countries walked into the kitchen, their stomachs completely empty.
"Germany what did you cook-a?" Italy peeked over Germany's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the food that was prepared.
"Knödel" Germany pronounced as he allowed Italy to look over his shoulder.
"Knoodle?" Italy tried to pronounce the word, but failed. A faint chuckle came from Germany's mouth. Italy's eyes opened.
"Germany? Are you-a laughing? I've never heard you-a laugh before." Italy threw himself at Germany, Italy was so overwhelmed with excitement.
"Italy, It's pronounced Knödel" Germany laughed in between each breath. Austria was watching in the doorway, a genuine smile on his face.
"Vell, are we going to eat or not?" Austria's loud voice boomed throughout the room. Italy looked over at Austria and stopped smiling. Germany stopped hugging Italy and walked over to the dishes, picking up a plate for Austria. Germany set the plate onto the table.
"Ves, I'm famished let's eat, Italy, You coming?" Germany looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend, who was looking at the tiny specks in the air.
