America's POV:

"Mmmh!?" Canada... kissed me?! No.. he's still kissing me!! Is this a Canadian thing I don't know about? Fuck... I don't know... I put both hands on Canada's shoulders and pushed him off of me gently. His face went completely red, and he held his hands to his cheeks.

"I- I- I'm so sorry!!" He yelled. "I have no idea what just came over me!"

"Ooh~ Germany, look!" I heard a voice from across the park and turned my head quickly to look at it. "Isn't it so romantic? Two brothers... Forbidden love... It reminds you of me and Romano, no?" It was Italy and Germany taking a walk together. Oh no... I can't believe someone saw that...

"No!" Germany yelled. "You and Romano are not in love... Liechtenstein and Switzerland, maybe, but not you and Romano.."

"Ahh, I suppose you're right. Let's go say hi!" Italy suddenly ran towards Canada and I with a stupid smile on his face. "Hey~!"

Canada didn't respond to the Italian, and turned his head away embarrassedly. I decided to respond in his stead.

"Th- that wasn't what you thought it was!" I shouted. "That wasn't me, it was him!" I felt my cheeks go hot as I immediately put all the blame (rightfully) on Canada.

"I see... So you two are not in love?" Northern Italy tilted his head.

"Of course they're not, idiot," Germany said, crossing his arms. "Sorry about him, America."

"I- it's fine..." I said.

"I... I'm sorry.." I could barely hear Canada's tiny voice over the other people who were speaking.

"Hm?" I turned towards my brother. He had tears in his eyes, and his face was still bright pink.

"I.. I don't know why I did that.. I'm really, really sorry," Canada said, half-sobbing. "Please don't be mad..."

"I'm not?" I didn't know how to explain it, but I don't think I was mad at him -- just extremely shocked.

"D- don't lie," Canada said. He started to stand up from his seat on the ground and turned away from me, breaking into a sprint.

"E-eh?? Come back!" I shouted and started to chase after him.

Italy's POV:

"Well that was fun," I smiled and clung to Germany's arm. He was sooo big and buff! I'm so glad I can have someone like Germany to protect me \(^.^)/

"Get off of me, fool. What if someone sees that? They'll get the wrong idea for sure!" Germany shrugged me off of his arms and scolded me.

"Wrong idea?" I questioned. "Germany, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about... about us." Germany's cheeks turned red like pasta sauce. "If people were to see us like that... they might think we're d- dating. So you can't do things like that."

"Oh.. I understand, but," I said. "Why can't people think we're dating?"

"Because we're not.."

"We're not?!?!?" I gasped in shock. "What are you talking about, Germany!? I thought we were in love!! I was going to spend the rest of my life with you, and we're not even dating!?"

"Eh? You thought we were..." Germany trailed off, his blush getting a deeper red. "Well... do you want to?"

"To...."

"To date. Er, 'go out' with me," Germany asked awkwardly.

"Yes!! Of course, Germany~♡♡" I jumped up wrapping Germany in a tight hug. He nearly fell over, but somehow managed to hold us both up.

"Ah! Be careful, Italy!"

"Let's go back to my house and make pasta~!!"

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I had to add a little Italy x Germany moment, them being my OTP, and all :3. But next chapter will be all America x Canada again.