I'm in love with the pairing GerIta so here I go!

Germany was slightly stupid. I mean, when it comes to military strategies and the like, he can be pretty smart, but when it comes to love or social situations, he can be quite...stupid. Germany had been in love with Italy for several months now, and not once did he have the courage to tell him, or even hint at how he felt. Italy on the other hand, tried the subtle approach, for he too was in love. He did several things, such as sneak into his bed, or make him food, but Germany didn't seem to get it. Italy didn't want to squashed by Germany, so he felt being blunt might not be a good idea. For some reason, he decided to ask France for help...this was a bad idea.

"Fraaaance, please help me!" Italy cried into the phone. He had already explained his situation to France, and France had laughed in his face.

"Italy (Chuckle) I'm not sure there's much I can do to help. (chuckle). Perhaps you could have a friend tell him, that way you do not get squashed and he's aware of your feelings."

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea. I mean Germany already thinks I'm a pussy."

"Italy, I think you're a pussy."

"Fine then! I'll ask someone else for help." Italy tried to go through a list of people he could call. None of them seemed like good choices. Russia would just be creepy, America would just go off about how heroic he is, Britain would probably just bore him to death with bad food and boring stories. Japan wouldn't know enough about the subject to know anything about it, and Prussia would just tell Germany, since they were brothers. In the end, he decided to risk getting squashed.

"Germany!" Called Italy in a sing-song voice. Germany was working on military strategies so he wasn't too pleased about Italy interrupting him. But he did enjoy Italy's company.

"Ja, I am in here." Germany called out. Italy entered the room looking nervous. Germany was slightly concerned, but knowing Italy, it could be because of literally anything.

"Germany, I have something to tell you!"

"What it is Italy, I am very busy."

"Well,you see, I kinda sorta maybe might have feelings for someone, and I might kinda sorta be scared to tell them, because I don't wanna get squashed, and I don't know what to do. Help me Germany!"

"'Tis simple. Stop being a pussy and just tell them." Germany looked down and started working on his work again. Germany's insides were tingling, but he ignored it. There was no way Italy would love him back. Italy was probably in love with someone more like him. Like Greece or Spain.

"GermanyISortaKindaLoveYouAndI'mNotaPussy!"Italy shouted all at once without breathing. Italy braced himself for a squashing. Germany's face turned to the shade of a tomato.

"Italy...I love you too...but you're still a pussy."