This is more of a fluffy story. Implied pairings will appear in this story so if you don't like one pairing, you'll find one you like eventually. ^^
Another world meeting ended once again with France and England fighting and Germany yelling for everyone to shut up. Italy and Germany were walking home under the starry night sky when a shooting star flew past.
"Ve~! Germany!" Italy said. "Did you see that pretty falling star?"
Germany had been looking up at the same time. The star had only appeared for a moment but it was an amazing sight regardless. "Yeah. It was something alright."
Italy then closed his eyes and clasped his hands together muttering something for a short while. Germany was confused at the sight of this because normally, if a shooting star passes over the night sky, Italy would be wishing at the top of his lungs for England to go home with a headache or for pasta or something silly like that. But this time he looked serious for once.
It was...kind of refreshing.
Italy then opened his eyes and smiled at the sky with a dreamy look on his face.
"H-Hey...Italy?" Germany asked. "What did you wish for anyway?"
The younger nation looked at his friend and looked at him with the same loving eyes he did with his first love and hugged him with his arm going around Germany's waist and his head nuzzled into his chest.
"My first love...I wanted to see him again...and I know now that he was always there within you."
Germany was confused and a bit embarrassed at that but Italy seemed so content at that moment that he could do nothing more than wrap his strong arms around him and enjoy this moment of peace and quiet with his best friend.
...his first friend...