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This is actually a story I have adopted. The original writer is HatchetGirl311, but she had to discontinue it. I will be copying the chapters she has already written, so if you notice a sudden change in writing style, that is the reason why.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia!

It all started with a glance.

It was just an ordinary World Conference. America was preparing his files for the meeting that day when his eyes flickered up. His eyes met Italy's, but it was just for a moment. Italy looked away almost immediately, but then looked back at America.

America had talked to Italy plenty of times in the past, but never acknowledged him as anything more than an acquaintance. However, that moment when their eyes met, America felt like he was seeing him for the first time.

Once he realized what he was thinking, America tried to get those kind of thoughts out of his mind straight away. He had recently formed a relationship with England, and the last thing he needed was to be acting like some teenage boy in a movie about love triangles.

'Ve~ Hello, America!' Italy greeted the American in a chirpy tone. America jumped, not realizing that Italy had walked over to where he was standing. I need to relax. I hardly ever speak to him, so there's no reason for me to be panicking, America thought as he faked a smile.

'Yo Italy! Nice day, isn't it?' he replied. Italy looked out the window, and then back at America.

'I guess...' he mumbled. He began to look at random objects in the room, feeling awkward.

Before either could speak again to break the silence, Germany announced clearly that the meeting was about to begin. Italy smiled, and turned to go back to his seat. America stopped him.

'Why don't we catch up after the meeting? It'd be fun!' he suggested. Italy had a confused expression.

'What do you mean by catch up? We hardly ever talk', he pointed out. America sighed. He knew Italy had a good point.

'Well, I think it'd be fun to get to know you better. How about it?' he said. Italy looked like he was considering it, and then smiled brightly.

'Sure!' he said quickly in reply, and ran to his seat. America returned to his seat as well, and the meeting began.

Throughout the meeting, America got bored at one point and tried to begin a very quiet conversation across the table with England. All he got in return was an indication from his lover to be quiet.Eh, he'll come around. We've only been together a week, America thought with a shrug. Even though he was constantly told the best things come when a person's patient, he couldn't help but want England to act warmer towards America as soon as possible.

As soon as the meeting finished, America sprung up from his seat and marched over towards Italy. He had a distant look on his face, as if he was daydreaming for the entire meeting.

'Hello? Anybody home?' America asked, waving a hand in front of the brunet's face. He blinked rapidly. Italy greeted him, and the two walked out of the conference room.

'Do you know where to go?' Italy asked. America shrugged. He decided that the two of them should just look for a place to relax.

The whole time as they walked towards the exit of the hotel, America tried his best to put his earlier thoughts out of his mind.

In the end, the two nations decided to go to a little park across from the hotel. There were no awkward silences between them, unlike earlier that day. In a short space of time, the pair knew that they were going to be great friends before the end of the week.

'How are things going with England?' Italy asked, as he watched two birds fighting over a slice of bread. America couldn't understand why it was so entertaining for him to watch the two birds.

'It's going pretty well. England's still treating me like he used to before we started dating, but he makes up for it in other parts of our relationship', America explained.

'How are things between you and Germany?' he asked when Italy didn't respond. Italy looked away from the birds, and over at America.

'He's a great friend!' he exclaimed happily.

'Huh? I thought there was something going on between you two', America muttered. Italy laughed, leaving him feeling confused and a little stupid.

'Germany and I aren't like you and England. We're just friends', he explained. America nodded his head, understanding, and then looked at his watch. The time had flew, and it was coming close to nine o'clock. The last thing he needed was to be bombarded with questions by England for arriving back at a slightly late time.

'We should get going', he said, standing up. Italy stood up as well, and they crossed over the road. They entered the hotel.

Inside the lobby, it was completely quiet. Everybody was either out in the city, or they had returned to their rooms. America and Italy both knew that it was best to return to their rooms.

'G'night!' America shouted as he ran towards an elevator.

'We should meet up more often', Italy suggested. America nodded in agreement, and entered the elevator when the doors opened.

When the blond reached the third floor, he considered entering England's room instead of his own to surprise him. Tiptoeing down the corridor, America couldn't help but smirk as he pictured England's reaction to him giving a surprise visit.

When he opened the door, America was surprised to see England sitting at the end of his bed, his arms folded across his chest. Something was wrong.

'Hey... Um, is something up?' America asked.

'To be honest, I was waiting for you to come in. I have a question', England responded.

'Ask away.'

'Is there something going on between you and Italy? I saw you two chatting today', England said in a rather accusing tone. America had to stop himself from bursting into laughter. He couldn't say he wasn't surprised that his partner was the jealous type.

'No! I've talked to him for the first time in months today. That's all', e explained. England's expression softened.

After that, he spent the night with England. Although Italy wasn't brought up once, America still couldn't get those thoughts from earlier out of his mind.