**Italy POV**

I shake nervously, more anxious than I have ever been in my entire life. Why am I nervous? I have invited Germany to dinner and he obliged, after I told him that I didn't want to eat alone. As I stir the pasta in the boiling water, I'm not able to think straight.

I stir the tomato sauce in a saucepan on the stove, adding pepper and various Italian spices. I taste a bit of the sauce and decide it satisfactory, so I pour it over the pasta and mix it in. I have to make sure everything was perfect, so I grabbed two large white plates and some basil to decorate the edges. I pour Italian wine in two chalices, setting them on the table. The table cloth is decorated in a dusk red color, embroidered with white elements. A large candle sits elegantly in the center next to a rose in a tall vase.

Perfect

**Germany POV**

The trip to Italy's house seems to take forever. I haven't seen him in a while, being away on a business trip, and I'm eager to see him again. Well, as eager as I can get. Once his house comes into sight, I get a demented feeling. Why am I so nervous to see him? I dismiss my thoughts. I decide this feeling is better left unexplained.

I park my car in his driveway and sigh. I am dressed in a rather casual looking suit, my hair gelled back as usual, and my back stiff. I walk up to the front door and knock a few times. Italy is already there, hastily opening the door.

"Ve! Germany!" He says, embracing me tensely. My heart beats faster and I feel myself hugging back against my will.

"Hello, Italy. It's nice to see you." I say, doing my best to sound colorless.

**Italy POV**

I am so excited to see Germany, I hug him without thinking, and I smile feeling him hug me back.

"Come on in!" I say. "The table's set!" I hurry to the setup I have made. The dining room's lights are low, only adding to my anxiousness.

**Germany POV**

I blush relentlessly. Italy did all this for me? He tells me to have a seat, and I sit down. He sits across from me, looking at me. An awkward silence falls over us like an uneasy aura.

"Let's eat!" he exclaims. I nod, watching him dig in. I also taste the dish the Italian has made for me, and I am shocked. It is the best thing I have ever tasted.

"Italy.. this pasta is amazing!" I compliment. Out of the corner of my eye I see him blush.

"Ve! I know you'd like it! Try some more!" he says.