Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me
"Germany," Italy called meekly. He had been thinking about the conversation he had had with Japan. It had started off like any normal conversation they usually had, but it soon turned into a discussion on things they had noticed about Germany. One that Japan pointed out happened to catch Italy's attention and was bothering him a lot.
"Ja? What is it Italy?" Germany asked. Sure he was strict, tall, blond, gentle amazing… That thought did not go where Italy had wanted and it must have shown on his face because Germany looked at him questioningly.
"I… um… I just wanted to know something about you. See, me and Japan were talking last week, about you, and Japan pointed something out. I can't stop thinking about it. I was just wondering about why you always wear gloves, except when you're alone with me." Italy had stuttered at first before gradually picking up speed until the end of his speech rushed together in his nervousness.
"Was? You want to know why I wear gloves?" Germany looked quite surprised.
"Si! Is that okay?" Italy twisted his hands together, but relaxed as Germany looked thoughtful instead of angry like he had feared he would.
"Hmm, well it's mostly the fact that I like them. Ja… I like the feel of them." Germany was clearly lying.
"Germany, why do you really wear gloves? Japan said you don't wear them with me." Italy said, surprising the German even more.
"Ja… I do like them, but I wear them mostly as a… barrier between me and whatever they are in contact with. I don't want to have to feel the warmth leak out of someone or feel the metal of my gun when I go to fire it," Germany said sadly, almost like he was ashamed.
"Ve~? But you don't wear them around me." Italy pressed the conversation forward cautiously.
"Ja, with you I want to feel your heartbeat, your breath, your eternal happiness…" Germany blushed deeply at speaking so boldly about his feelings.
"Really? I never knew you felt that way about me," Italy replied beginning to blush himself.
"Wirklich. Italy, I… I'm not very good at this." Germany's blush grew darker.
"That's okay. I feel the same way. You do suck at confessing your feelings." Italy giggled even though his own cheeks were pink.
"Italy! How could you? I thought-" Germany began to stammer as he turned to Italy until Italy cut him off with a quick kiss.
"But I love that about you. Germany, ich liebe dich." Italy smiled as he spoke the other's language sure the pronunciation was off, but Germany broke into one of his rare smiles.
"Ti amo Italy." Germany replied before pulling Italy in for a real kiss.
Translations:
Wirklich - Really
Ich liebe dich - I love you (German)
Ti amo - I love you (Italian)