"Germany, Germany!" I looked up from my paperwork to see Italy standing in the door way with a plate of spaghetti in hand.
"I made pasta for dinner!" He ran up to my desk, a smile on his face as he sat it down.
"Oh, uh, thank you Italy." I starred at the dish, suddenly realizing how hungry I was.
"YOU DIDN'T MAKE A MESS IN THE KITCHEN DID YOU?!" I ran out of my office to the kitchen, I nearly fell to the floor.
"What in the hell Italy?! Did you make a tomato tornado in here?!" I began cleaning everything, angry.
"But Germany it was necessary in order to make the sauce perfect!" He whined, tears at the edges at his eyes.
"I thought you would like it..if I made it perfectly.." He muttered, wiping his eyes. I ignored him, wiping the counter. He left, crying to Japan about what happened.
"JAPAN, JAPAN! GERMANY YELLED AT ME!" I could hear him all the way down the hall, I rolled my eyes angrily.
"That idiot but he is my only friend...I guess I have to expect this." I finished quickly, returning to my office to work. I finished my paperwork hastily before I ate the spaghetti Italy made for me. It was excellent, the pasta was cook perfectly, seasoning was amazing, the sauce was...
"..Made perfectly...ugh Italy." I sighed, eating the last few bites. I knew I had to go apologize to him now.
"There there Italy, it'll be okay." Japan tried to soothe me, patting my back. I shook my head, the tears kept coming, I looked at him.
"No it won't! I wanted to show him how amazing my pasta was, and he didn't like it because I made a mess!" I cried harder, Japan tried to smile and attempt to comfort me again.
"Ah wah! HUG, HUG, HUG, HUG!" I wailed, tackling him. I rubbed my face into his, trying to stop crying. I felt someone grab the neck of my shirt and lift me up off him. I thrashed around, still bawling.
"...Th-thank you Germany." Japan muttered as we left. Germany took me into his office before putting me down. He closed the door behind him, and sat on his desk, folding his arms.
"Italy...I-"
"GERMANY, I'M SORRY, I JUST WANTED TO SHOW YOU HOW GOOD MY PASTA WAS! YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT BECAUSE I MADE A MESS." His eyes widened as he grabbed his plate, showing me that it was empty.
"I liked it, I just didn't like the fact you made a mess in my kitchen..." He muttered, his eyebrow twitched slightly.
"You did?"
"Yes I did, it was very good Italy. Thank you for making it for me." I ran up to him, hugging him tightly. He stiffened, uncomfortable but he returned my hug anyway.
"I'm glad you liked it! I'm so happy!" I backed up smiling at him, there was a blush on his face.
"Oh look, Germany is blushing." I noted, he furrowed his brows at me, letting go.
"Shut up Italy, it's late so I'm going to bed."
"Oh, okay! Goodnight!" I cheerfully left his office, skipping to my room. He liked my PASTAAAAAAAA!
I looked down at the floor, Italy seemed to get way to cheerful about me enjoying his pasta. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as a new feeling came over me.
"What is th-this feeling?" I stuttered, my eyes widening in confusion. When he hugged me, I felt weird like I had gotten violated or...or...I don't know what. It wasn't like a normal hug from anyone it was extremely different.
"...Italy..." I muttered, glancing up at the door where he stood a few minutes ago. I shook my head, leaving my office to my room. I needed a shower, maybe that would clear my thoughts.
After I showered, I went to get some boxers to sleep in. When I put them on I noticed Italy was sleeping soundly in my bed. I sighed, frustrated.
"Why do you sleep anywhere but your own bed?" I whispered crossly as I made my way to my bed. I stared down at him, I placed my hands to where I was going to pick him up but he looked so...content.
"Damnit." I slithered in to bed, trying not to wake him up. I layed there for a little while, staring at the ceiling.
"Mm...pasta.." Italy cooed rolling over, cuddling up to me. I blushed, the weird feeling had returned. I swallowed, placing my hand on his lower back, crooking my neck to look at him. I sighed, I wasn't going to move him, I couldn't.
"Goodnight Italy.." I murmured closing my eyes, finally going to sleep.
(Yo! This is a yaoi fanfic between Germany and Italy from Hetalia, if you don't like yaoi or gay anything...don't read this. I'm new to this whole writing thing so I hope you enjoy! Read and review!