It had been a week since Germany, Romano, and Spain had rescued Italy, and things were finally starting to return to normal. Romano had called off the war, realizing that the relationship he had with his brother was way more important than their petty fight. Spain had been released from the hospital a few days after falling out of the 2 story window, breaking both his legs, and receiving a minor concussion. Romano was caring after him like a mom, tending to his every need and never letting him out of his sight. Ever since they had kissed, Romano had been less grumpy and a total sweetheart. Italy had been staying at Germany's house for the week because Germany refused to let the Italian stay home alone. No one really knew what to do with France so they sent him to Russia's house, figuring the Russian would find some way to discipline him.

"Italy. Wake up." Germany said, shaking the Italians small body. The Italian had been sleeping in Germany's bed because Germany told him that it was for "protective purposes". Neither of them were brave enough to admit their feelings for each other, so in the meantime Germany gave excuses for showing affection for the other country.

"Hmm- Doitsu?" Italy muttered sleepily, looking up to see Germany standing above the bed in his uniform.

"I made breakfast. Care to join me?" Germany asked, holding his hand out for Italy to take. Germany's face was blushing as red as one of Spain's tomatoes. Italy was just wearing his boxers and Germany couldn't help but feel bashful. Italy beamed and grabbed his hand, pulling himself up from bed.

"You're so cute Doitsu!" Italy blurted as he saw Germany's flushed face. Italy immediately tensed and his eyes widened as he realized what he said.

"Nicht so niedlich, wie Sie." Germany said, looking back at the Italian.

"You know I don't speak German." Italy said, looking up at the taller country.

"Let me translate for you." Germany said before leaning down and placing a kiss on the Italian's lips. Italy's eyes opened wide in shock but then he shut them and melted into the kiss. Germany placed his hand on Italy's lower back and pulled him in even closer. Italy's curl formed a little heart as his body flushed with butterflies. Germany finally pulled away and smiled as he saw the pink face of the Italian.

"Ich liebe dich."

"Ti amo."

Hella short chapter but I felt the need to update because I'm annoying. AYE sorry if this is bad I'm just awkward don't mind me. Ok well. Bye.