Valentine's Day
Italy looked frantically to the waiter, who stood frozen, his face clearly showing his shock."G- Germany, I-I really don't know what to say." His eyes were brimming with tears that threatened to spill over, though he didn't know why he wanted to cry.
Here many looked at Italy, his face as red as the tomato ring in the box in his hand. "Vell, 'yes' might be a good place to start," he mumbled. He turned to the waiter, "I realize ve didn't get anything, bit I think ve should be going now." He stood up when the waiter nodded and pulled on his jacket as he went to the other side of the table. He held his hand out to Italy, but the smaller nation stood up and swiftly walked away, leaving the German to follow when he recovered from his shock.
Walking behind Italy, Germany could see every time the other nation wiped his eyes or shook as he cried. When they had almost arrived, Germany decided to catch up to Italy and grabbed his shoulder, "Look, I didn't vant to frighten you, I just..." He trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"Germany, you can't just ask a question like that in public! And as far as I know, we haven't even dated yet!"
Germany's eyes widened in shock, "So zis is about how I went about it? Not about, you know, a guy proposing to anozer guy?" Germany shook his head, "You started it anyway," Italy shook his head and Germany continued, "You gave me zose red roses. In my country zey are all confession of..." He struggled to get the word out.
"Love?" Italy asked, trying to fill in the gap. "But I didn't even know!" he yelled when Germany nodded. "I just realized it was Valentine's Day and I hadn't gotten you anything, and then I asked a man and he gave me the roses. I never even thought the colour might mean anything!" After a moment,the panic left his face and was replaced by a wide smile. "But to answer some of your previous questions...si."
"Which ones?"
"Well the one about how you proposed, the one technically right after the proposal, but I suppose it may have been the proposal part..."
"So...does zat mean you want to marry me?" a blush rose to the Germans cheeks.
Italy grabbed germany's tie and pulled his the rest of the way to the house and up to the bedroom. Romano had gotten in somehow and was asleep on the living room couch, making it inaccessible. "I can only say 'si' so many times Doitsu. How Bout I try to tell you another way?"