(A/N) Writers block sucks. I should be writing my other story, but yeah. Ah well, c'est la vie?

Sorry if any of these seem cheesy or bad. I just need something to write...

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you. Sorry.

Enjoy~

Italy Veneziano

It is a nice summer afternoon, and you are enjoying a relaxing walk. You have been very stressed lately, and the walk felt amazing. Not to mention the perfect weather.

Suddenly a familiar voice calling your name jerks you out of your daydreams.

"(…)!"

You turn around to see Italy running towards you, a grin on his face as always.

"Ve~ You have terrible hearing, (…)," he pants.

"Oh gee, thanks…" you reply sarcastically.

"Ve? Oh, I didn't mean to offend you!" he exclaims with a worried look on his face.

"Haha! It's alright, Italy," you respond, unable to stay mad for long at the cute nation. "Want to walk with me?" you invite him.

"Ve~ May I?"

"Of course!"

The two of you continue walking, chatting and laughing about small things; simply enjoying the day.

Suddenly Italy goes quiet which is very unusual for the rather talkative country. This worries you a little, so you ask, "Italy? Are you okay?"

His eyes open wide as if he hadn't even realized that he was quiet. He looks straight into your anxious and slightly confused eyes.

"I'm okay. I was just… thinking about something. That's all," he says.

You aren't convinced, but decide not to question him.

Then you feel a drop of water on your nose. You look up at the now dark sky. Where did those clouds come from? The rain begins to fall even harder as you and Italy frantically search for shelter.

"There!" shouts Italy, pointing at a small pavilion in a nearby park.

Both of you dash into it. You sigh. So much for a relaxing walk in the sun…

All of a sudden Italy grabs your hand from behind. Your eyes widen as you turn around to face him.

"You wanted to know what was bothering me earlier, right?"

You nod, confused. Italy grabs your other hand.

"Well, I had just noticed how beautiful you are in the sun."

At his words, your face turns pink. Italy thinks that you, of all people, are beautiful?

"It's true! You really are beautiful! I can't believe I never noticed it before."

Your face must be a bright shade of red by now, as Italy pulls you closer to him.

"Ve~ I love you, (…)" he says softly. Then Italy kisses you gently, but passionately on the lips. You're shocked at first, but then slowly, hesitantly you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your waist.

When the two of you break apart, you whisper, "I love you too, Italy."

His face brightens into a smile as the clouds break way to, once again, reveal the sun.

(A/N) That wasn't too bad was it? It was? Oh well, please review anyway?

Up next: Japan~