The Day Germany Fell In Love:

It was Italy's turn to host the month long world conference. Most every nation was nervous about the schedule they had received in their emails a few days before the conference.

Hey Guys,

I just wanted you to know that this year the conference is gonna be super fun! We are going have meetings in the morning and competitions after our siestas! I was thinking since we don't get much done anyway we might as well have some fun! Competitions will range from cooking, to music to sword fighting. You don't need to bring anything but yourself and your game faces! There is even gonna be a prize for whoever wins the most competitions, isn't that awesome?!

With love,

Italy

What had gone into Italy's head to think that a miniature Olympics was going to be fun? Despite this everyone came as they were instructed to Venice. Germany had not spoken to Italy for weeks despite living in the same house. He had never seen the little Italian focused on something so much. Italy was beginning to remind him of himself in some ways, with the constant planning, organizing and preparing. The only thing that annoyed him was that Italy would not tell him what all these plans were for.

No that wasn't the only thing that bothered him. He didn't want to admit it to himself but since the Italian had been working so hard he had stopped crawling into his bed every night and Germany missed him. It used to bother him so much when he would wake up to find the half-naked man clinging to him in the morning, even if he did lock his doors and windows. Now that he had his bed to himself for a full month he realized that it was hard to sleep properly without the familiar heat and pressure.

Germany showed up at Venice the same day everyone else had. They all arrived one by one to the conference. Germany arrived on time as usual to see England and America had already started to fight, with France egging them on. Germany only sighed, it was clear they were going to get nothing done today. Everybody finally arrived except for their hosts. The Nordics were begging to fight when in walked The Italian brothers in full ancient roman military uniform including swords. Everyone was silenced as they walked to the podium.

"Alright you bastards everyone sit down and listen to my little brother. If any of you assholes don't listen to him I will run through you with my sword."

Romano yelled this menacingly pulling out his sword making it clear he was serious about impaling any nation that dared oppose him. He signaled for his brother to begin the meeting once he was seated next to his boyfriend Spain. Germany had never seen Italy look so handsome or imposing. Why am I thinking like that? Italy is my friend and friends do not find each other handsome. Germany shook his head to clear his mind as Italy began to speak.

"So let's start this conference I am sure you are all excited to finish this meeting so we can begin the games so let's concentrate. First we will have a presentation on global warming from Sweden and then begin discussion on the economy. Now I give the floor to the good mister Sweden."

Italy then sat down next to his brother and Germany had never been more impressed with Italy. Italy had actually given a serious speech. Where had this Italy been during WWII? This serious Italy would have been a much better ally than the Italy who couldn't tie his own shoes. This Italy was also much more handsome. I need to stop thinking these things. I need to concentrate on this meeting. Keep everything from dissolving into hell when the nations start to argue.

It turned out that Germany didn't need to concentrate at all. Every time an argument began Romano would simply unsheathe his sword and glare at the offending nations. It was sharpened to a dangerous point and pretty soon everyone got the message to shut up and concentrate. The meeting was done on time and the nations actually got things done, well except for Germany. He spent all his time trying to convince himself that he didn't think this new Italy was handsome or cute or sexy. HE was pulled from his thoughts as Italy ended the eating by telling everyone to take a two hour break for lunch and a siesta. HE reminded everyone to return to this room for the competition afterwards.

Germany shook himself from his thoughts long enough to be dragged away by Prussia, Spain and France for "lunch". It was lunch for them and not for him because he mind was still elsewhere. He was thinking about the time that Italy had called him all the way to the African warfront because he couldn't set up his tent. Or the time Italy had required Germany to sing German lullabies until he fell asleep during a thunderstorm. Italy had always been so dependent on him and he was trying to wrap his mind around this new "serious Italy".

Veneziano was exhausted. He had been working hard for over a month to impress Germany. Romano had told him that the "potato bastard wouldn't love a happy-go-lucky Italy". He knew that Romano had said this to try and convince him to stop spending time with Germany but instead it had sparked an idea in him. Italy as going to show Germany that he could be serious.

His plan was simple host a world conference where things actually got done. If he did that then it would prove to Germany that he wasn't useless after all. Step one was to get Romano on board. What had finally convinced him was that he was promised a one on one sword fight between him and Germany. Romano was one of the best swordsman and he knew he would be able to at least seriously bruise the bastard so he agreed to help his younger brother in hiss endeavor. He was also being fed a constant stream of tomatoes from his boyfriend to keep him committed to the plan.

The next step in his genius plan was to start acting like Germany. This meant no siestas during the day, sleeping in his own bed and working diligently throughout the day. It had been the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Even harder than breaking his alliance with Germany near the end of WWII, mostly because Germany had nearly pushed him to do it. Italy was strong though keeping himself afloat with thoughts of kissing Germany. Not just light pecks on the cheek but a full real kiss one that would make Germany his forever.

Each night he spent by himself he had vivid dreams of pasta and Germany. It made him all the more certain that his plan would succeed. Germany was bound to fall in love with this new Italy. Italy decided it would be preferable to be dating Germany and being serious than staying friends and being himself.

The day of his conference had arrived and both he and Romano agreed to wear some of Grandpa Rome's old clothes. Grandpa had taught them that being fearsome was about 90% looking it, 9% talking it and only 1% actually being fearsome. They had sharpened their favorite swords and entered the meeting successfully keeping every nation in order. Romano enjoyed being able to verbally threaten anyone he wanted to. He was only a little upset that no one tried anything. He was itching to use his sword like he had so long ago.

The meeting had been hard, he was used to sleeping during them but the point of the plan was to show Germany that Italy was useful. So Italy kept quiet by doodling pictures in his notebook and planning the next part of the conference. Once everyone had left, he and Romano began setting up the room for the first contest. Italy wanted to show Germany his skills so he had decided the first contest would be painting. Every nation was going to be given their own canvas to paint whatever they wanted. He had called in some professors from the university to judge so that they could have "neutral" judges.