Italy had been though a lot, even for Romano, but not as much. Devastation was all around him and Venice's towns had been blown down into the waters. He tried not to cry in the state of his country, but at how he saw his citizens of Venice leave for Rome or Naples, Italy felt a chill run down his spine, feeling as something bad might happen...
"Germany~" Italy said with a joyful tone in his voice, as he hugged the other buff country. "I-Italy?!" Germany shouted in surprise a bit of the sudden hug of the older, joyful country. "What are you doing here? How did you get in my house?" Italy tilted his head confused "Ve? You gave me a copy of your key the last time we met...Plus..." he said looking away with blush across his face and his thumbs fidgeting. "...You kissed me for a while..." he mumbled at the last part to himself trying not to let the other one hear. Germany raised a brow "Last time..." he thought to himself and then blushed red himself. "T-that was when I was drunk from the party..." Italy smiled a bit "But, it wasn't a bad kiss. I liked it~" Germany looked away from the other, trying to hide his burning red face "W-well stop saying stupid things..." Italy frowned and hugged the others arm tightly "But I am not saying anything stupid! I really mean it! I liked the kiss! Your lips were sweet and passiona-" was all the small Italian could say before the other had grabbed his face and pressed their lips together. Italy's eyes were open with surprise, but yet closed in enjoyment of the Germans kiss. Germany broke the kiss and sat there silently blushing his face off. "G-Germany?" Italy asked and blinked confused trying to get the other out of the frozen state.
"So, Germany, how do think of the Pasta I made you today? It's a new one I came up with~" Italy said as he stood next to the table hoping to hear that the German liked it and he wiggled around very eager to his reply. The German simply nodded, with a swallow, and sighed "It's very good. I think this is the best pasta you have served me yet." Italy smiled brightly and threw his arms in the air and jumping around "Ve~! Germany liked my last Pasta~!" The German raised a brow "Uh...Italy..." Italy stopped jumping and looked at the other "Si, Germany?" Germany stared at him confused "What do you mean, by last pasta you will ever make?" Italy blinked a few times "W-well, uh...I-it's nothing to worry about, Germany. It's Siesta Time~ That is more important." the Italian said with hesitation and nervousness in his voice and before running upstairs to the German's bedroom. Germany sighed with a pout on his face "That idiot...Making me worry, but...Something is off about him. It is like he is asking for more of my attention for some reason." The German the stood and set the dirty plate in the sink and washed it clean. He then set it back in the cupboard, before heading upstairs to his room.
"Italy, I'm still confu-" he said as he stood there blinking as he saw the young Italian just passed out on the middle of the bedroom floor. "Italy?..." the German asked
walking up and trying to wake the other from it's deep sleep. "H-hey, what's up with you? Wake up!" he said before, setting a hand against the Italian's forehead. "My god...You have a high fever...But how? You were just fine not that long ago."he shook his head and picked the older country up and laid him on the bed. Then left to go get a
cold cloth and medicine, yet not knowing that would work, until he knew what was wrong with him. Italy frowned in pain a bit and tears swelling in his eyes. His curl twitched many times into a crumble of hair. The Italian panted hard breaths and started to sweat. Germany then came back and frowned more to see the sight of his friend. He placed the cloth on the others head to keep him cool.
A few days Italy had finally woken and then darted his eyes around "Ve? Why am I in bed? I was just downstairs with Germany..." Then a shed of the cool water of the cloth, ran down the side of his face "Cosa?" he asked himself as he sat up and took the rag off. "Why is there a rag on my head?" He said before he heard things crash to the floor in the room, Feliciano looked over to see his older brother. "Fratello? W-what are you doing her-" he asked before Romano tackled hugged him to death "Y-you stupid idiot! Don't scare me like this!" Feliciano blinked confused "C-cosa? W-what do you mean? I was only downstairs with Germany..." Romano sat close to his younger sibling "That's not what the potato bastard said...He said that you were going upstairs and that when he came upstairs, he found you unconscious on the floor...And that is why I need to keep you home, so I can have an eye on you. So, I told the bastard, that when you wake up we are leaving to go home." Feliciano blinked confused and frowned at the other Italian "B-but, I didn't get to spend time with Germany that much."Romano glared at the other with most disappointment "I want you to care about yourself! Or you are going to be wiped off the Earth!" he shouted as he then covered his mouth and then looked away staying quiet trying not to cry, but yet it was obvious to Italy, that his older brother crying. Italy saw the tears that formed in Romano's eyes as Italy sat there even more confused "F-fratello? W-what do you mean by that?" "Your people...they have been moving South, si? So, if you lose all of them, you might just be wiped off the Earth...And, I don't want that to happen to you Idiota." Feliciano blinked and then reached over to hug his brother in a comforting brotherly hug "I don't care...I met a lot of new countries and I have met my big brother." Feliciano said with a huge smile and glistening tears streaming down his face. "I-I don't care...I got to spend time with you...Germany...Big brothers France and Spain...Even Austria and hungry." Romano growled a bit in anger of his brothers words "Y-you idiot..."
About an hour later, Romano sighed with his hands on his hips "Okay, you stupid brother, you ready to go?" Feliciano stared at Germany, who was frowning to see his friend go and not be able to see him for a while. "I'm just going to say ciao to Germany real quick, bene, fratello?" Romano growled in annoyance "Fine, but you have only 3 minutes. You hear?" he said before walking out to the car. Feliciano smiled a bit happily and then skipped over to the German and hugged him tightly "Germany~ Hug! Hug!" Germany blinked and looked at the other before he gave a little hug back to the older Italian. Italy had felt the German's resist to hug him back, so he frowned a bit before he had let go with a fake smile on his pale face "It's okay, Germany. I know we can meet again. I know of it." Germany blushed a tint and then replied in a less soothing tone in his voice "Y-yeah..." Feliciano blushed a bit and stood there fidgeting "S-so...C-could I have a...kiss before I leave? I-I want to remember your lips..." Germany blushed a bit more at the older Italian's actions and then sighed "F-fine...b-but only a little kiss." he said not really wanting it to be a small kiss. He really wanted, was to hold Italy close and not let him go. To meet the other's lips for the longest time. He had felt that way for a while after the war had ended, because he had more of a chance to notice Italy and not focus on war. "Yay~" the Italian sang happily as he jumped at the German, hugging him, with his arms wrapped around the others neck. Germany then held him close and then kissed him, to make the Italian blush and return the kiss. The German then broke the kiss and stared at the other to see him smiling and tears at the corner of the eyes "I-Italy, why are you crying?" Italy just hung on to him and a glistening tear went down his face "You know Germany...After i had met you, got to know you, and spent time with you...I have come to notice something." Germany raised one furrowed brow on his face wondering what the other had to say. Italy then continued "Ti amo..." The German then blushed face red in reply to the Italian's confession. "Hey! Fratello! Time is up! Come on!" Romano then shouted to make them both jump up in shock. "O-Okay Roma, I will be there in a second!" Italy responded back before looking at the German "W-well, I guess I will see you later, Germany. So, don't get hurt, sick, or anything. Okay?" he said before he then hugged the German then went out the door. "W-wait! Italy!" Germany had shouted, but then noticed that he was to late, by the sound of the car driving away and fading. "I didn't even get to reply to what he had told me...Even though I love him back..."