Germany:

I can't do this anymore. I have to tell him. But what if he doesn't accept? What if he thinks I'm disgusting or weird? What if he hates me for it? Verdammt! I looked down. "Sheiße." There were three batches of cupcakes in the oven, two on a cooling rack, and one on the table. I frowned. "I think I overdid it." Italy grinned. "Why is that a bad thing?" He asked before biting into a red velvet cupcake with a dark chocolate filling and German chocolate frosting. His face brightened. "Ve~ Germany is amazing!" I blushed and looked away. Not many people know, other than Prussia, Austria, Hungary and Slovakia (maybe Tokyo too), but I am a closet stress-baker. Whenever i have a problem, I turn to my kitchen.

Italy smiled at me and gave me a tight hug. "Can I take some cupcakes home with me Germany? They're tasty!" I smiled and nodded. He smiled again and hugged me tighter. "Yay!!" He grabbed a few pans, emptied them into a large Tupperware box, and walked to the door. "Ciao Germany!" He called. "Auf Weidersein." I called back. (A/N I apologize if I spelled that wrong) I looked over at my large collection of cupcakes. Maybe I should call Austria and Lichtenstein over.

Italy:

Ve~ What do I do? Should I tell him? No... Maybe I should! He might not reject me! Oh but he probably will. These cupcakes are really good. What if he thinks I'm strange? What if he doesn't want to be my friend anymore? Ve~, that would be terrible! I can't tell him... But I have to tell someone! Maybe fratello? Or Miss Hungary? I looked down. "I think I overdid it..." The Tupperware box I had brought from Germany's house was halfway empty. My stomach hurt a bit.

This is what I get for being a stress-eater. No, I don't eat stress. (that would be cool though!) I eat a lot when I get stressed. Only my fratello and Japan know. I put the lid back on the Tupperware and put it in the fridge. As I did, fratello walked in. "Ve~, ciao fratello!" Romano frowned. "Ciao fratello." I quickly pushed the cupcakes farther back into the fridge so fratello wouldn't see. "Fratello, what did you just put in the fridge?" He asked. Darn. "Just pasta!" I smiled brightly. Romano walked to the refrigerator and looked in. He reached into the fridge and pulled out-the cupcakes. "You call this nothing?" He asked. I smiled. "Ve~ It's just some cupcakes I got from Germany's house!"

My brother raised an eyebrow. "You're stressing aren't you?" I dropped my smile and nodded. "What is it fratello?" Romano asked. I sighed. "I think I'm in love with Germany."

Germany (again):

"Um, Germany, that's a lot of cupcakes." Austria and Lichtenstein were standing in my house, looking at the kitchen. I had accidentally baked more cupcakes. Austria pushed up his glasses. "You're under stress aren't you." I frowned. "Mein gott is it obvious?" Lichtenstein smiled and nodded. Austria put his hand on my shoulder.

"Germany, what happened?" I dusted off my shirt and sighed, my face turning red. "I think I'm in love with Italy." Austria smirked. "Austria, why are you smirking? Stop smirking! Please stop it's scaring me!" I yelled. I wasn't lying, I was afraid. Austria said four words that confused me to no end. "History always repeats itself."

No one:

Italy and Romano walked into Romano's bedroom and sat on the bed. "You think you love the Potato Bastard?" Italy nodded. Romano scowled. "Why do you think you love him?" He asked, somewhat calmly. Italy sighed. "Ve~, well.... Whenever he's in the room, the room gets brighter, and when we hug my heart speeds up really fast, and I when he takes off his shirt..." Italy started drooling while Romano sat across from him, disgusted. "Dios.... Um.... I don't know much about love and stuff-" Romano started, shocking Italy out of his trance. He looked up at his brother, eyes wide. Romano smiled a little.

"But you should tell him." Italy looked up at his brother. "But fratello what I'd he rejects me? What if he-" Romano placed a finger over Italy's lips. "Shh. If you keep doubting yourself and not telling him, don't you think he could get a girlfriend?" Italy froze. "A g-girlfriend?" He stuttered. Romano's grin got wider. "Yeah, you should go get him while you still have a chance!" Italy jumped up. "I'm going right now!" He ran out the door, leaving Romano with a smile on his face. "Good luck, idiot fratello."

Germany looked away from the other two German countries. Lichtenstein grabbed a cupcake and ate a bit. "These are actually really good." Germany thanked her as Austria kept up his smirk. "So Germany, why do you love little Italy?" Austria asked. Germany sat down on the couch. "Well, whenever he touches me my heartbeat quickens, when he hugs me I die a little inside. And his eyes are absolutely gorgeous." Lichtenstein put her hands over her chest. "Awww!"

Germany blushed even more and looked away. Austria grinned. "Go tell him." Germany froze. "Wh-What?!?!" Austria grabbed Germany's arm. "Go tell him." Germany sighed. "Fine... But if I'm rejected, it's your fault." He walked outside. As he walked, it started to rain a little bit, a few droplets landing in his hair. He continued walking towards Italy's house. As he walked, he thought about Italy. He sighed and stepped over a crack in the sidewalk befo-BAM! Someone who had been running ran into him, toppling them both. "Ve~ that hurt!" A very familiar Italian voice rang out. "Italy?" Germany asked.

Italy looked up. "Germany! I was just looking for you!" The blonde blushed. "Uh... Same..." He stood up and helped Italy stand. "Um, Italy?" Germany asked. "I need to tell you something." Italy tilted his head to the side. "Ve~ I need to tell you something too!" Germany sighed. "You first." Italy frowned. "Germany, can you please close your eyes?" Italy asked. Germany obliged. Italy leaned forward lightly kissed the blonde, who opened his eyes. Italy was kissing him. In his mind, Germany was freaking out. When the kiss ended, Germany, blushing like an apple, put his hands on Italy's cheeks and kissed the brunette. Italy tensed in surprise, but kissed Germany back. When they moved apart, Italy grinned. "Ti amo, Germania." He whispered, hugging the blonde nation. Germany smiled. "Ich liebe dich, Italien."

A/N This was suggested by attackonfangirls16! Thankyou! And thanks for reading! Jag alskar dig! (That's Swedish for I love you) Ciao!

~Slovakia