Ch01
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Germany finally reached the world meeting. He was late because his alarm clock didn't go off for some unknown reason so he slept in, He had to help Italy get dressed, Someone was walking there cats and he got attacked by them, then the old women that held them insisted that he caught them since they had broken away from her, Then his plan was delayed, and lastly, he almost lost Italy in the airport because he had wandered off. "How could this day get any worst..." But his luck hadn't come back, so he had to deal with Romano throwing tomatoes at him. How could someone have so many tomatoes with them at once?
"Hey! Potato bastard! Why dont you stop me?"
Germany was losing his cool. He wasn't in the mood to deal with a brat, and he certainly didn't want to deal with this one. "Doitsu? Whats wrong?"
Germany put his head on the table. Why couldn't Italy fall asleep during the meeting? Why cant one thing go right today? Suddenly he heard Spain yell. "Romano! What are you doing? I paid for these tomato's because you were broke! Now you're just throwing them at poor Germany!"
"What! Hes a potato bastard and doesn't deserve the heart of my fratello!"
Finally, from right next right to him, he heard Italy gasp. "Romano! I thought you said you wouldn't tell a living soul about it! And now you've told all the nation!"
Germany's head popped up from the table and stared at Italy. "Wait! What does he mean?"
Romano's fist hit the table with a large bang. One loud enough to stop the meeting that wasn't going anywhere. "Italy said that he has loved you since he first saw you! Yeah right! Love at first sight doesn't even exist and he told me that he had it happen to him" Romano pulled his fist up from the table and smirked. "And I dont approve of his feelings for you! I wont allow you to date!"
Italy jumped up onto the table. He actually looked determined to win the fight so he could be in love with Germany. "Fratello! No! Its my decision if I date him or not!"
Romano put his hand on his head. His face read total disappointment. "And him..."
Italy looked confused, but then again, when didn't he. "What?"
"Potato bastard will have to decide if he like you or not, and with how much attention you need and how annoying you are, he probably wont!"
Italy looked sadly at his lover. "Tell him! Tell him its not true, Doitsu!" He was counting on his ally to say that he was indeed in love with him.
Germany looked down and held his head with his hand. He couldn't say the three words that meant everything to his poor little ally. Italy soon realized what was happening and sat back down. He had moisture in his eyes and he didn't look like his normal happy carefree self. The meeting continued and they actually got some stuff done, but it wasn't enough to Germany. He had to apologize to Italy so he could see him smile again. He didn't want to have a depressed ally on the axis powers, so after the meeting, he left the room and looked for Italy. He was there looking for him for about twenty minutes before he thought he might be at his house, so he decided to take a plane to Italy. Once again, he didn't have a good time. He sat on the plane, trying to ignore all the people talking in quietly, but because of how many people were going to Italy, it was very loud. He tried reading, but some kids behind his seat kept kicking it over and over again. He didn't lash out on them because that would put him in a worst mood than he was already in. "Just stay calm Germany..."
Finally he reaches Italy and knocks on his door. "Italy! I need to talk to you!" After a few more knocks, he finally gets an answer, but not from who he thought it was going to be. "Romano?"
Romano looked frustrated. His mouth was the usual frown it always was. "The the bloody hell do you want you potato bastard? Italy isn't here!"
Germany turned around and sat on the bench that Italy had in his front yard. "I cant believe that I came over here just to be turned away by some hot headed tomato!"
Germany felt off. He turned his head and noticed that Romano was staring at him. Did you call me a hot headed tomato?" Germany nodded, and got to see Romano's eyes turn from angled and angry looking to droopy and sad looking. He has never seen Romano look so sad before. Romano then quickly shut and locked the door. Germany just sat there. He figured it would be better to stay put and not move then try to go back home. After his trip there, he was more willing to get tomato's thrown at him than get kicked repetitively in the back by a child. After a few hours, he decided to look through the window and saw Romano hiding behind a pillow watching television. Germany couldn't tell if he was seeing thing right, but it looked like Romano had been crying. Was it because of what he said to him?
Germany started feeling guilty. Even if he wasn't in the mood to deal with him, or even if he has had a bad day, he shouldn't have called him that, even if it is true. Germany walked up to the door again and knocked on it. Romano yelled on the other side. "Who is it this time!? Germany saw the door open and a great frown perched on the lips of the Italian. "What the hell are you still doing here?"
Germany looked down at the ground. "I'm sorry for calling you a hot headed tomato... Do you... Forgive me?"
"Hell nah!"
"No! Really!" His head jumped back up to the brunette. "I might have had a n awful day, but that didn't give me a right to call you that... I really am sorry..."
Romano looked at the German for a few minutes before opening the door wider. "Get your sorry ass in here..."
Germany did as he was told and sat on the couch in Italy's living room. "So... Where did Italy go?"
"What does it matter to you?"
Germany pressed his head on his hand as he leaned forward. "I wanted to apologize to him for embarrassing him in front of all the nations and hurting his feelings... I just couldn't lie to him."
Romano sat next to him. "So you really dont like him like that?"
Germany shook his head. "Hes my best friend, nothing more."
Romano looked at the pillow he was hugging before. Maybe Germany isn't as bad as he originally thought. Hes honest, strong, organized, and kinda cute... Wait... Why did he think that!? "Hey Germany... Is there anyone you are in love with?"
Germany sat back and closed his eyes. "One person... Just one... And he- Sh-She is the one I hope to spend the rest of my life with..."
Romano thought for a minute. Germany was in love with a girl? Roman's not a girl, so it couldn't be him. This though for some reason made Romano feel sad, depressed, and unsatisfied with Germany's answer. Romano gulped his fears that he was right, right down his throat. "W-Who is it?"
Germany looked away from where Romano was sitting. "I would rather not say..."
Romano picked up his pillow again with moisture in his eyes. His face was turning pink from all the tears falling. "Darn it..."
Germany looked back at the Italian. "What? Why do you sound so disappointed?" Romano shook his head. "Can you tell me a hint?"
"You said 'she'"
Germany thought for a minute to try to guess. "Did you actually want me to date Italy? That doesn't seem much like you, Romano..."
Romano hit him with the over sized pillow and unconsciously yelled out the answer. "No! I'm in love with you!" After realizing what he said, he covered his mouth, picked the pillow back up, and buried his red face in it. "Dammit!"
Germany was surprised. Romano was always so rude and mean to him! Maybe this was another Italian thing that he didn't understand? "W-What? You're in love with me, Romano?"
Romano peeked from the safety of his pillow for a split second, then buried his face deeper in it, and started squirming around. "M-Maybe?"
Germany smiled. He only said 'she' because he didn't want Romano to think that he was crazy for it being him. And he wanted him to think he was straight. "R-Romano? Can I tell you something?"
Romano nodded in his head, but it didn't show behind the Italian flag pillow. "Go on potato bastard... Give me you're worst..."
Instead of what Romano thought he was going to do, which was make fun of him, Germany gave him a small peck on the cheek. "I meant to say 'he'"
Romano jumped up and almost hit Germany with the pillow again. "Stop toying with me! I know you didn't mean 'he'"
Germany gently grabbed Romano's hand. He looked into the smaller boys eyes. "Yes I did... I just didn't want you to think that I was weird or something... I'm sorry for lying earlier... Do you forgive me?"
The apology from earlier comes to Romano's mind. He didn't know if he should "I-I-I dont..."
Germany smiled kindly. "How about we talk about it over dinner?"
Romano's face flushed with the same color as Germany's face. A nice shade of pink. "D-Dinner? With me?"
Germany nodded slowly. "Only if you say yes though..."
Romano put his finger to his chin. What could go wrong? "Okay... Sure!"
Germany smiled brighter and embraced Romano. "So are we staying here or going out?"
Romano sighed. "I dont feel like moving..."
Germany pat the shorter boys head, then messed it up. "If you dont feel like moving, then I guess ill make something to eat, Huh?"
Romano thought for awhile and finally replied. "Sure... But it better be fucking pasta!"
Germany giggled as he stood up from the couch to make some pasta for the two of them to eat. Maybe the day wasn't so bad. It was all probably worth it to finally get Romano to say that he was in love with him. Without the unlucky events that came before, Romano would be continuing to hate him. "I'm sorry if its not very good, but I dont usually make pasta."
Romano stretched across the couch. "Its okay, Germany... I'm sure it'll taste just perfectly"
Was Romano actually cheering him on. Germany wasn't use to Romano being encouraging, but he could get use to it in time. "Danke"
Germany couldn't find his way through the kitchen at all. Did Italy ever clean after himself after making food? Romano jumped up after hearing a loud bang from the kitchen. "Germany! Are you okay?"
Germany stumbled out of the kitchen with his hand on the frame of the door. "Ja! Just tripped on some pans... Does your brother clean after himself?"
Romano sighed then stood up, walked to the kitchen, and helped Germany prepare dinner. "Look, here's where all the pans are kept, pasta noodles if he doesn't feel like making them from scratch, Then there are the tomato's, plates, silverware, And spices."
Germany looked around, he was finally able to see where everything was, but there was such a big mess, he still couldn't walk though, so he quickly cleaned up the floor, and got back to work. Romano watched as he made pasta, giving him tips and advice. Finally, The pasta was finished and the two lovers sat at the table and ate.
"Its not the best, but its definitely not the worst." Romano replied as he twirled his fork and ate a big mouthful of his plate. Germany thought it was cute how when he ate, there was tomato sauce still on his face as he continued to talk. "And... I forgive you..."
Germany closed his eyes after taking a bite of his pasta. Not savoring that flavor of it, but savoring the moment with Romano. "D-Danke..." He said with a slight blush on his cheeks.
Romano smiled devilishly. "Usted es tan caliente."
Germany looked over at Romano. What did he just say? Should he ask. If he doesnt then he wont know what he said. "And what does that mean?"
Romano looked to the side blushing, hesitating to respond. "You are so hot."
Germany nearly spit out his food and Romano just laughed. His fist was banging the table and he had a large smile on his face. Sure he was covered in tomato sauce, but he was glad that Romano wasnt depressed anymore, and that thought put a smile on his face too. Romano finally wiped a laugher tear from his eye with a single finger. "Si... But... It is true..." Germany looked at Romano, he had a slight blush across his cheeks, but Romanos whole face was a deep red. Germany could tell that Romano was saying what he really thought. Germany stood up, walked to the other side of the table, and wrapped his large, strong arms around the brunette. Germany was smiling even bigger and Romano was squirming, which made Germany giggle.
"D-Dammit! Let me go!" Romano was still squirming, and pushed Germany off him, right into a mess of tomato sauce, making him slip and fall to the ground. Romano started standing up, his red face turned to an expression of concern. "G-Germany! Im so sorry! I didnt mean to-"
"Its okay Romano! I just slipped and hit my head" said Germnay while holding the place it hurt the most. "It was my fault for not letting you go..."
Romano was releived. He helped Germany up to his feet. "Im just glad you're okay, Germany"
Germany smiled and then moved his chair and plate next to Romano. "Here we go!"
Romano blushed again. Germany was going to sit next to him while they ate pasta? "W-What are you doing?"
"Well, I want to be next to you" Said the German as he sat down in his chair. Romano looked down at his plate and ate slowly. Germany was right nnext to him, eating dinner with him in poor depressed Italys house. Just as he was thinking that. "Where is your brother"
Romano paused. He looked over to the taller man and shrugged like it meant nothing, but it meant everything. "Hes spending the night with Spain. He figure that since hes almost as happy as him most of the time, he might be able to dig him out of his depression."
How could Germany forget why he came to the house in the first place? "Is he coming back tomorrow?
Romano nodded. "Thats what he told me."
Germany smiled at Romano. "Then I'll finally be able to apologize to him tomorrow"
Romano remembered when Germany was still outside the door a couple hours ago. "Sorry that he wasnt here..."
Germany looked over at the Brunette. "Its okay. I got to have dinner with you. I can just tell him tomorrow."
After that, The two men continued smiling and having good conversation while eating dinner. After eating, they decided that it was too dark for Germany to go home, so he slept in the guest room while Romano slept in his brothers room.
