Picture This

A/N: Just so you know, I have no idea what I'm doing =.=" But I'm going to keep doing it anyway \ ^.^ /

Picture for yourself, if you will, a peaceful evening over in a socially awkward country called Germany. You are over-looking the sleeping town of Pausin. Which is close enough to work to not be such a heavy annoyance, but far enough to be away from the noise and throb Berlin tends to have on the current country representative we are going to be looking after.

This representative just happens to be the country we are observing, Germany: also known as Ludwig Beilschmidt. For the sake of saving time, lets just call Ludwig. Now this Ludwig-representative-fellow is a bit of a strict guy. He has a tight schedule that he has to keep to at all costs, he looks on everything with a stern eye, and even brushes his hair back in an intimating manner. So to speak, he is an all-around stick in the mud. Don't let this spook you away from him, though, for he can be quite gentle. Sometimes.

As we speak, the Rep. is moving around his house, doing whatever it is that strict, German, stick-in-the-muds named Ludwig Beilschmidt do. Looking closer into his neat, little cottage is where we will find him. He has just finished his evening meal, and is cleaning the dishes. There are no dishes from the preparing of the food, so he just has to wash his plate and fork and put them away. I wonder if he had leftovers, or if he cleaned up right after making his dinner... Well, it doesn't matter, he is moving on from the kitchen sink to the cabinet. He opens the the door, and carefully places the plate inside. Then he does the same with a fork that goes into a drawer. Moving onward, he continues his day by heading up to his office for some important work that needs to be done in five months. If he doesn't get it done now, he'll defiantly regret it later.

We are going to advance in time by three hours so I don't have to bore you with the exciting world of German political and economical failure. Ludwig is slouched over his computer and his massive amount of papers. It is 11:27 p.m. In three minutes he has to go up stairs for some much needed sleep. Although, if I would word it, it would be called 'passing out', but I am not Ludwig. Thus, we stick with the word 'sleep'. He decides he must leave his work now, or else he's going to do an all-nighter (again) and miss his 'sleep' (again). Just as he shuts down his computer, his phone begins to vibrate next to the mouse pad.

Looking at the caller-ID, he notes that it is the representative of Northern Italy. He gave himself two choices. He could 1) press the red key on the phone, and go to bed or 2) answer the call and get his ear chatted off for the next hour or so. Choice 1 seemed very satisfying, but what if this was an emergency? Sure, N. Italy has called him for a lot of stupid things in the past (at much later times), but what if this was it? What if Romano had finally snapped? What if Austria had come back to get his claim back on Italian soil again? What if Russia was there? There just seemed too much that could be happening, and Ludwig just couldn't help himself. He chose Choice 2.

"Hallo, Italy. Is something the matter?" Ludwig answered in his clipped accent.

"Ah! Germany! I-It's me! Umm, I just... Is it too late? I think it's too late. I'll just call you in the morning or-or maybe some other time-"

"Italy,"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Why did you call?"

"Captain, I don't really know," You can practically hear Italy's sheepishness leaking from his voice.

"Italy,"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Your running 50 laps Monday,"

"But, Captain-!"

"Do you want to make it tomorrow?"

"No, but-"

"No buts! You have interrupted my sleep!" Even though he hasn't gone to bed yet. "Gute Nacht, and goodbye, Italy,"

"ROMANO THINKS I LIKE YOU!"

"What? We have been friends for a long time. It only makes sense that-"

"SO YOU LIKE ME TOO?" Italy blurted.

Germany rethinks how this might confuse Italy, and he finds the major loophole he had missed at first glance. "I-In what way do you mean?" He damns himself for his stuttered speech.

"What way are you talking about?"

"What way have you meant?"

Silence. The utterly beautiful silence that Ludwig had wanted out of his weekend before, starts to suck his oxygen away. "Romano thinks I like you better than girls..."

Our representative specimen is starting to turn blue do to loss of air, "And is that true?"

"W-Well I don't see how! But, maybe...I DON'T KNOW, OKAY?"

Do to his blue facial texture, Ludwig decides he needs air to reply to his panicked friend(?). After a long, steady, breathe, he starts to think on how to reply. He has known for a long time now that he has had some interest in Italy. He wouldn't have proposed if he hadn't, you know? But, Italy never really showed that he liked him back...or had he? Ludwig doesn't seem to know anymore.

A light blush is gracing his fair face, and his hair is disheveled from combing his fingers back through it during his work time and the present situation. "I-Italy... What if I said I loved you...like a woman?"

"That would be mighty embarrassing, C-Captain," Italy chirped.

"Then I won't...But you better take the hint anyway, and come with me to that garden we went to before. We can walk around, and you can figure yourself out more there," Insert inner German pride for not blotching his wording again.

"G-Germany? Uh-Umm... W-Well? I-I guess I can't refuse, can I? But...Germany your a lot younger than I am. What if I do fall for you? Wo-Wouldn't that be like taking advantage of a baby or-or something like tha-?"

"You're making excuses. What about the women...?"

"Ahh...You have a point..."

"You'll be there?"

"I'd be there anyway. I love spending time with Germany! But this reason..."

"Is worth a shot... Right?"

Ludwig could practically hear Italy nod his head up and down dramatically, "O-Of course, Captain! But-"

"It's late, Feliciano. Gute Nacht," With that, he hung up on the poor representative of North Italy.

A/N (again): Still...Don't quite get where this is going, but we'll keep on rolling XD