One day in the quaint home in Germany, an Italian named Feliciano, who we all know as Italy, was busy preparing and cooking food for dinner. The room seemed decorated to the Italian's liking, placing the wurst and other foods on the table, and hiding a box in the kitchen.
Outside, a few meters away from his home, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed German was walking toward it after another hard day's work and was amazingly exhausted. He also kept a mental not that he had to be prepared to be hugged by the Italian, like every other day.
Italy walked toward the window and watched the outside world. He then spotted the blonde German walking toward the house. He squealed in joy and ran to the door where the German will enter and waited in anticipation for him to enter.
When the German opened the door, he gasped as he saw the shorter Italian standing in front of him. "Italy! It's so nice to see you!" When in his head, he thought of two words, 'Good grief'. Italy tiptoed and quickly kissed Germany and giggled happily. "Hey Germany! I made dinner for tonight! It has your wurst and potatoes and of course, my pastas!" He trotted away from the German heading toward the kitchen. Water started to run from a faucet and a voice rang from the kitchen "Take a seat Germany! I'll be with you in a minute!"
The German was shocked with what just happened but snickered a bit at the idea of dinner as he hung his jacket on a rack. He took a seat and noticed how... Fancy dinner was tonight. "Why did you make everything so... Fancy?" The Italian walked in, a hand of his in his pocket. "W-Well..." He took a chair across Germany and smiled a small blushy smile. "I just wanted to!" That was all the Italian could reply with.
Germany snickered once more as he placed an elbow of his on the table to lay his head on his hand. "I didn't know you liked my kind of food Italy. I thought all you wanted to eat was pasta this and pasta that."
Italy started rubbing his hand that was covered in bandages and spoke with a happy voice. "W-Well I wanted to try something different, so I did!" He waves both of his hands. "Come on Germany! Try some of it! I wanna see how you think of it!"
The attention of the German was first on the food but then became off guard and turned his attention toward his partner's bandaged hand and his smile turned upside down. "Italy, what is that on your hand?" he asked in a worried sort of tone.