A Day With Italy

Chapter 2: Afternoon

After everything happened in the morning.. I then realized it was the afternoon. Italy and I were sitting my the couch (of course he was moving up and down, rumbling on about something) and watching TV.
I looked at him.. getting dirty thoughts in my head... wondering what I could do with him. I blushed softly as I felt Italy's eyes on me.
"Germany..?" he softly asked and stopped moving.
"Vhat..?" I looked at him still blushing.
"Your face is red. Are you running a fever..?" he asked and crawled on top of me, resting his hand on my forehead.
"Nein..! Vhat are you doing..!" I blushed, controlling myself from touching him in anyway.
"I'm just.. checking on you. You have to be running a fever. Your face is burning up..! And if not what's wrong, Germany..?" he's still on top of me.. hands on my face.
There it goes, those sweet eyes and soft voice. I can't hold back anymore...! I must tell him.
"Italy, I love you..!" I yell softly.
Italy puzzledly looked at me...
"Germany I know you love me silly..!" he said with that sharp exciting tone.
"Nein... not what you think Italy... I love you.. like.." I kissed him softly on the lips, pulling away, blushing softly.
Italy quickly sat up, blushing wildly.
"Oh, Germany I didn't realize..in that way.." He giggled.
"V-Vhats that suppose to mean..!?"I quickly shot up, still blushing.
"Nothing my dear Germany..!" he hugged my waist. As I blushed crossing my arms.
How am I suppose to do anything... I can't he's to sweet.. W-What am I suppose to do..