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Italy walked downstairs and spotted Germany cooking dinner in the kitchen. "Oh Hallo there Italy! I was just cooking something. You don't mind if I cook tonight?" asked Germany with a lot more enthusiasm than usual. "Oh haha ciao Germany. I don't mind you cooking at all! I love the food you make..." murmured Italy, without looking up from the floor.
"Is something wrong? You know you can tell me anything" Germany sighed, stirring a pot. Italy looks up at Germany and walked over to him. " Oh Germany I don't know. Today has been so sad!" Italy sobbed into Germanys shoulder. "I cannot stop thinking of.... someone I used to know. These memories are all of a sudden back and they relate to you. Somehow...".
"I see. Would talking about this person make you feel better, if you're wanting to of course? " Germany asks while stroking Italys hair. "Um yeah I guess so... " as Italy proceeds to babble out a series of words no one could decipher. Not even Germany.
"Italy mein gott, calm yourself. We have all day so why don't you sit down instead of taking flight!" Germany snapped although he didn't mean to be aggressive. Italy does as he's told and takes a seat at the kitchen table while Germany sits across from him.
"I'm sorry Germany I really am. Ehem, okay! Well you see, I kinda had this 'friend' when I was just a little kid. He was loyal, kind and very funny at times. Although he didn't show much emotion and was quite hard-hearted I... " Italy paused. Was he finally going to say it? "I loved him. So so so so so so so so much! I knew it wouldn't work... Since we were both boys but he didn't know! I dressed really feminine when I was younger and he probably thought I was a girl."
After a long pause Germany finally speaks up. "So this... boy? If you loved him so much why isn't he here? Did he not love you?" He may have dug too deep with that last bit. Italy flinched at those words and began to cry into his hands.
“Italy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you this much” Germany said. He reached across the table and took Italy’s hand in his own. With his free hand he wiped Italys tears away from his face. “Germany?” asked Italy, holding both of Germanys hands now. “Do you….” He hesitated. “Do you love me?” This question caught Germany by surprise and he began to trip over his words.
“Well- yes. I mean… what do you mean by that?” He asked, knowing damn well both answers were yes. “You know what I mean, ve?” Italy sniffled, staring at the floor. Germany held his breath as he spoke. “Yes Italy, I love you”. Before he knew it, Italy had darted around the table into Germanys arms. “You won’t leave me?” Italy questioned. “Never in a million years” Germany admitted, stroking Italys hair as if time would never pass.