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Oneshot 11 - Elevators And Questions (Itame)

A/N: Hello! Since I've unplublished this book, I can make up for it by giving y'all new oneshots!

Plot?: America and Italy get stuck in an elevator. Together. Alone. So the two of them ask questions about eachother and all the wonderful fluffy stuff.

THEY'RE ASEXUAL IN THIS FIC.

I was getting tired if there being barely being any representation of other genders and non sexual fanfics. Now you, you there, you may be saying "But hetalia is a yaoi fandom! of course there's representation you fucking idiot!"

Yeah only of LGB and sometimes T and P. What about non binary? Or Asexuality? Demi girls/demi boys? And even then, most things about boys love is sexual making it seem like it's just there for porn which is something me and a lot of people are getting tired of.

You can still write your yaoi, I'm just sharing my opinion...

You still reading? Mother- get yo ass to the fic!
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It was a normal day in god knows where. Actually, it was a great day. Italy skipped down the halls of the building, eyes opened so he wouldn't accidentally trip.

Italy had just had his favourite food which was pasta! As always it was delicious. He had finsihed all his work for once and that means when he got back home he could take a siesta!

Veniziano had found an elevator but he was a bit skeptical.

'In Japan's weird fanfiction things, he has situations where some other countries get stuck in an elevator and start doing it.'

Italy was uninterested in sex. Why does something so simple get glorified so much?

'Ve....so many of the nations talk about their sex lives. Big brother France talks about it in too much detail.' Veniziano shuddered.

Italy pressed the button. I mean, what's the worse that could happen?

The door opened and hey look it's America! Italy fought back a blush and closed his eyes so that America wouldn't see his embarrassmet.

You see guys, gals, nonbinary pals, demies and Jennys, Italy had a massive crush on the younger for a couple years. He didn't really know what drew him in. Was it his appearance? His blond hair and sparkling blue eyes with lightly tanned skin? His smile, that had to be it! Straight white teeth that literally sparkled, SPARKLED. Or was it his personality?

Italy and him were very similar. Both liked eating, bothering their friends, both had the one stotic and serious friend that would yell at them, the nations thought they were idiots and told them to go read the atmosphere...it was almost kinda scary how much alike they were.

Italy stepped into the elevator, slightly making small ve noises so he could use echolocation(or vecholocation as he liked to call it)

It must've been a calm silence for America since Italy was internally panicking.

'Do I say something? Oh god what do I say? I literally have the cutest person next to me! And I've flirted with so many girls. Oh god...is this what they call a gay panic?'