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Germany and Italy have always been friends, but just recently, something had happened when they were both alone, forcing Germany to contemplate their relationship. Were they just friends? After all, it wasn’t that serious; it's not like they had sex or anything. Maybe they don't have to date or be a couple as much as Germany does want to; he wouldn't know how to act.
Maybe they can just be friends with benefits.
He decided to go over to Italy and straightforwardly ask him how he felt about what had happened. Germany went up to the door and knocked.
Italy opens the door, he stands in the doorway for a second.
“Hi Luddy!!!!” Italy waved at him.
“Hello, Feli…” he responded, trying to hide the fact that he was thinking about what had happened yesterday.
“Can we…talk…?” Germany asks as a slight blush creeps up his face.
Italy moves aside, letting him in.
“So…what did you wanna talk about!” Italy asks as he sits down on one of the chairs, Germany awkwardly sits on the couch across from him.
“Just…about yesterday…Feli, what are we? Are we dating now?” Germany spits it out quickly.
“I don’t know, If you want we can try dating if you want to” Italy replies.
“I…would like that,” Germany responds.
“How about we go on a date now! To try it out!” Italy says
“What about…to the carnival?” Germany suggests
Italy’s face lights up, and they both get up.
They had always been on ‘dates’ together, but never on an official one before.
Germany doesn't understand why this feels so much more awkward for him; Italy seems to be fine about all of this.
Germany tries to relax and be normal, after all, it's pretty much the same as before.
What had happened that night
They were both at Germany’s house getting ready for a fancy dinner with Japan.
“We haven't seen Kiku in forever!! We are finally going to see him again!” Italy happily exclaims
He tries to tie his tie correctly, obviously failing.
“I'm pretty excited too.” Germany agrees.
He notices Italy is struggling, so he goes over and helps him.
All of a sudden, Italy cups Germany’s face and leans into his face. They’ve been close before, but this time was different. The way Italy looked at him felt so surreal. Their faces slowly get closer, until they break the space between them.
Their lips were pressed against each other. They had kissed before, but it was nothing like this; it was nothing but casual.
Never had he thought Italy liked him back.
The kiss had gone deeper. Germany had never done this before: he had always been occupied with something or uninterested in just about everyone.
He didnt know what to do. He wanted this, but he didnt know how to show Italy.
His chance is now.
He rests his hands lightly on Italy’s hips. This lasts for about six minutes until the phone rings. They ignore it and continue. The phone rings again, then again, and again. Germany slightly pulls away. He picks up the phone.
He's slightly annoyed but doesn't let it show.
“Who is i-” before he can finish, the caller speaks.
“Hey, guess what, I'm also going with you guys to dinner isnt that amazing!!”
It's America.
Germany hangs up. Shit, he totally forgot about the dinner, and it seems Italy has too.
“Oh, I forgot, let's go now!” Italy says as he walks over to the door.
Germany fixes his hair and clothes in the mirror and follows him.
They both leave for the restaurant. After they finish eating and they all leave the restaurant, they don't call each other, they don't go to Germany’s place, they only say goodbye, then go their separate ways.
Normally, they would be together; if not, they would both talk late on the phone until Italy got tired.
Now, the next day, Italy and Germany are official, and they’re on a date.