"Germany! Germany, what does 'Ich Liebe Dich' mean?"

Italy was laying lazily in the blond's office floor pulling at the fibers of the rug. He couldn't see it; but, the second he finished asking his question, his friend's face had turned right red like the tomatoes Spain always gave Romano, "Why are you asking that?"

Italy huffed and rolled onto his back, "I just wanna know."

On a normal day, Germany would have ignored the question to the best of his ability and distracted the Italian by mentioning his favorite food or maybe a nap, but Italy had been abnormally quiet that day and Germany was unusually on edge about it. That didn't mean, however, that he was going to answer the frivolous question without struggle, "Where did you even hear that, anyway?"

He was asking to avoid the question, not because he wanted to hurt whoever had dared to tell Italy that…Ja…That was why. He briefly heard Italy giggle before he got an answer, "You said to me! Remember?! When Britain told me you were only pretending to be my friend!"

Oh…oh…Germany's face heated up again…only worse. He had forgotten that he had said that. After several minutes of no response Italy bounced up from his place in the floor so he could look at his friend, "I never really thought about it before now! I just figured you were confirming our friendship! But I'm realllly bored and wondered what exactly it meant! Germany, are you okay? You look a little red!"

Germany wanted to lie to the Italian and tell him a different definition. It would be fine…or at least that's what he thought before Prussia burst into the office with a grin on his face, "West! We should…Why do you look like you're going to be sick? Is my awesome presence that overwhelming? Well, no worries…I mean I understand. I am pretty awesome…"

Italy bounced on his feet looking both concerned and excited, "Mr. Prussia? What does 'Ich Liebe Dich' mean?"

That caused Prussia to shut his mouth and look at his brother in shock. Germany looked back and shook his head, frantically trying to convince his brother to stay quiet. Unfortunately, Prussia was much more interested in picking on his baby bro, "West? You told Italy you love him Awesome."

Okay so this is my first Hetalia fanfiction so don't freak out. I usually write for Bleach but I have a new found love for Hetalia and felt the need to write something. Also if you are from my Bleach stories I'm in finals week right now and won't update until next week.