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I don't own Hetalia or anything and if I did their world would be more screwed up.

Ok so decided that i should finish the story after the Valentino Comic.

If you haven't read it well it pretty much goes like this.

Germany Believes that Italy has feelings for him and well gets the guts to Propose. After Italy is surprised with the tomato ring he gets all panicky and after that i guess Germany's head pretty much explodes.

I'm using character manes interchangeably. Italy= Feliciano . Germany = Ludwig . Romano = Lovino

And sorry for all this fluffiness all of it is just fluff.

Chapter 1

The sunlight peaked through the curtain and made a small Italian toss and turn in his bed. He sat up rubbing his eyes and letting out a big deep like he didn't get enough sleep. how long had it been? days? weeks? months? he hadn't been able to sleep for such a long time. Every night in bed he muttered "Feliciano you can do it, get some sleep tonight. There's nothing else here. There is nothing to be afraid of." But he knew that this wasn't the reason he couldn't sleep.

It had been three months since Valentine's day, three months since he hadn't seen Ludwig. He missed the big, brawny but sweet German. Of course Feliciano knew this day was coming but didn't expect this. He had never before gotten through to the German; it took Italy years. Eventually Germany picked up on Italy's not so subtle hints. His heart fluttered when Germany finally asked him to dinner but he never expected Ludwig to Propose. Feliciano couldn't cope. He thought about the day that Ludwig had confessed his love. Not knowing what to say, Italy ran through the streets leaving the poor confused German standing there with such a heart broken face. This last image haunted Feliciano day and night. Italy tried to talk his brother, Lovino, about it but Lovino just pushed him away.

Italy tried to fix it. So he sat there in front of the telephone day and night, thinking about what to say to Germany if he called. Then he thought maybe if I act all cute then Germany won't be so mad. But what if i screw up?

Feliciano picked up the phone confidently and carefully dialed. He remembered one day when he tried to call Germany panicking stating that Britain had broken into his house. Italy had accidentally called the local pizzeria. More than half of Italy evacuated and flooded into Germany's house. Germany escorted all the Italians to their house and had to camp out at Italy's. The dial tone started. Italy was staring to get nervous now. He twirled the phone chord with his fingers. He realized that he hadn't practiced what to say to Germany. He was about to hang up the phone when someone answered.

"Hello?"

Silence ...

"Ahhh!"

the phone = dead.

I'd really like to hear what you guys think.