Abby was singing again. Abby sang often, and everyone always told her she was gifted at it.
She never believed it, however.
As she sang, she looked at herself in the mirror and payed close attention to her pitch and timing.
What she overlooked, however, was the fact that Italy had entered the house, looking for her.
He wandered around the various doorways and rooms, trying to find his good friend.
"Abby? Abby! Wh-" He stopped when he heard her voice. Following the sound silently, he came upon her bedroom door and peaked inside curiously.
"Ever on and on, I conti-no..." She cut herself off and started over.
Italy watched as she sang the same line over and over, trying to get it right.
After about the twelfth or thirteenth time of Italy patiently waiting to hear the next part, he walked inside the room, causing Abby to jump and scream in surprise.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" She yelled, not expecting any visitors.
"I heard you singing! You're really good! I just wanted to know why you kept starting over." He replied quickly, holding his hands up.
"Oh..." Abby looked down. "Because I was bad and kept messing up."
"What are you talking about, you could never mess anything up!" He shouted immediately.
"Wha-"
"You're the most prettiest, talented girl ever! And you're amazing at singing!" He shouted.
Her face became red at his words as she stared at him, eyes wide. "Y-you're just saying that."
"Yeah, I'm saying it! And it's true! Why don't you believe me, bella?" He asked, getting closer to her. She stepped back some.
"W-what does that even mean?" She asked. He got closer to her face and grinned.
"Beautiful." He stated, pushing his lips to hers in a light kiss. Abby's eyes widened and he pulled away, staring at her.
"Abby, would you be my girlfriend pretty please?" He asked, grinning. Abby's face couldn't get anymore red.
"...o-okay..." She said finally, looking down.
"YAY!" Italy cheered, hugging her immediately and kissing her again.
"Now we can hold hands and sing~!"
"...Wha?"