Italy sang happily to himself as he clutched his special Valentine's gift to Germany close to himself. He had always loved Valentine's Day; it was an opportunity to give gifts to his friends and make people happy. He would always do that every year. He even gave Russia candy even though the absolutely terrifying nation that scared the Italian to death always interpreted the friendly gesture as a proposal to become one.
This year was different though. Italy started dating Germany last year when they confessed on Valentines Day and this as their first offical Valentine's Day together as a real couple. The first Valentine's when they would exchange gifts for each other.

This was the most happiest day of his life. The Italian felt happier than all the times he had eaten his favorite pasta dish combined and that didn't even begin to compare.
Italy's heart skipped a beat as the German man entered his thoughts. It made the Italian smile just thinking about how he was going to be Germany's Valentine this year. He sighed contently. He couldn't wait until he could see Ludwig and give him the present he worked so hard to make perfect for his boyfriend. He stressed over it for sleepless nights trying to figure out something Ludwig would want and something that would make him happy as opposed to angry. He found the perfect gift and it was worth sleeping through the few previous world meetings they had. The German never got mad at the Italian though because he knew that he wasn't sleeping at night. Germany had always worried and cared so much for Italy but he never really gave something Germany would really want in return so this gift was just perfect for that. He couldn't wait to give it to Ludwig.
Italy sighed knowing that he had to give out his friendship gifts first though. In his other hand, the happy Italian loosely held a small gift bag filled with tiny boxes of chocolate. Feli was so excited about them that he'd actually got up before Germany and rushed here to be early. He wasn't shocked when he looked into the room where they held the meeting and only saw two nations there; England and America.
Italy was just about to run in and give them their presents when he noticed Alfred holding a giant plush unicorn and a package of tea bags behind his back. Italy stood in the door way and watched them curiously.
America looked nervous as he slowly placed England's gifts on the table in front of the Brit. The American could hear his heart racing in his ear as he took deep breaths.
"England" he said obviously nervous "have you thought about who you want your Valentine to be? Do you know who it is because..." He paused and looked into Arthur's emerald eyes. The brit's expression was unreadable making America's anxiousness worse but the younger nation went on anyways.
"I have" he continued "I want you to be my Valentine Iggy! I love you and I always have since the first time I saw you! Will ya?" He asked picking the giant unicorn plush off the table and handing it over to England. It took the American all of his courage to pour his heart out to the Brit like that even if it didn't seem like much.
Arthur pushed away the plush and shook his head. You could almost hear the American's heart shatter to the point where it couldn't be repaired. Alfred looked at Arthur shocked.
Italy watched sadly; he felt kind of bad for America but he knew Britain was a big meanie pants sometimes. He must have been joking or something. The Italian continued to ease drop on the two nations.
"Actually" Arthur raised an eyebrow he spoke. "I do have someone who I want to be my Valentine! I want Germany to be my Valentine!" he sounded dead serious.
"What!?" The American exclaimed loud enough to fill the whole building.
Italy almost had the same reaction but kept quiet not wanting to be noticed. He felt as if all the air just escaped from his body.
'B-b-but Ludwig was going to be my Valentine' the Italian thought a small frown spreading across his face.
Then it began to gnaw at him. Thoughts began to enter his mind. What if Germany didn't want to be the Italian's Valentine? What if he did pick England over him? Hot steamy tears began to fall down the Feli's cheeks.
Italy grabbed a piece of paper and began to write a note his tears falling onto the paper as he wrote it.
'Dear Germany,
Sorry I am not here at the meeting with you but I decided to leave. I was going to ask you to be my Valentine today but I overheard scary Britain say he wanted the same thing to America and then I realized something. It would be better for you if you were with England instead of me and he likes you. I'm weak, afraid and have caused you nothing but trouble. I seem to irritate and make you angry a lot and when I'm doing something stupid; it stresses you out thinking about how I might get hurt.'
Italy took a deep breath as he continued to write the letter. There were so many tears in his eyes that he could barely make out the letters on the paper. His stomach stung with excruciating pain and so did his heart. Suddenly the best day of his life had turned into his worst. He took a deep breath and kept writing.
'You deserve better than me. You should be with England because he's stronger than me and I have done so many bad things that you never should have forgiven. I am sorry. Germany, I really am.
Your no longer BF, Feli
P.S. Those sausages you left outside tasted really bad'
Italy dried his tears with his sleeve and walked into the conference room breaking the awkward silence between America and Britain. Italy walked over to England and dumped the perfect gift he worked so long and hard for to get for Germany on the table in from of the Brit. He wouldn't need it anymore.
Arthur looked up at the Italian but before he could say anything Italy spoke in a shaky voice.
"Please make sure Germany gets this and tell him it's from you" Italy said, the sadness obvious in his voice as he began to walk out making sure to drop the small note where Ludwig sat before running out and beginning to cry once again. Arthur just watched him; confused and shocked expressions on his face as he looked down at the large gift bag in front of him.
This was truly Italy's worst day ever. He ran all the way back to his home tears staining his face the entire time. The second he slammed the door behind himself, his twin brother Romano yelled at him.
"What are you not doing at your precious Germany's house? Did that jerk face of a boyfriend hurt you!? I'm going to kill that potato eating bastard!"
Italy shook his head; something was stuck in his throat and prevented him from speaking. The younger Italian pushed past his angry older brother and ran straight into his room. He jumped into his bed and cried into his pillow.
"I'm sorry Germany!" He said quietly as he continued to sob.