Italy squeezed Germany's hands tightly for a second, making his lover move his over-alert eyes from the park around them and towards Italy. Italy smiled and tip toed to kiss his check. "Something wrong, Ludwig?" Germany's face reddened and he moved his eyes away. "N-nothing's wrong…" Italy smiled. He knew that Germany was just overly aware of the few people glancing at them while Italy was showing his P.D.A's. He kissed Germany again, smiled at his quick reaction to give a glare (even though it was pretty soft and red-faced) and started humming as he began walking up the trail running through orange and red turned scenery.

It was an early morning in November, and the leaves had turned and colored the tops of the small hills with a crown of yellow, orange and red. The small stream beside them drifted almost lazily over every stone in its wake. And as Italy watched, a red leaf started tumbling playfully from its place in a tall oak tree and began to fly. 'It kind of looks like a bella falling from her tower to have fun before hitting the ground…' Suddenly overwhelmed with a strange urge to help the 'princess leaf', Italy let go of Germany's hand and ran over to play with the leaf as it descended.

"Italy! Don't run off…" Germany started to reach out with his empty hand to grab Italy, when Italy smiled and simply started to dance with the leave. Italy spun around and giggled loudly, before pushing the leaf upwards when it almost reached the ground. After a sudden gust of wind, the 'Principessa', as Italy started to call it, rode away. Italy's face saddened slightly, before waving it good bye and a good journey.

Italy turned to Germany and then ran head-first into him. "It got colder while I was dancing… warm me up, please?" Germany chuckled, his nerves finally at ease with Italy acting-no, more like being- so happy.

He was glad that they had decided to go to the park, but sometimes even Germany knew he was kind of a heavy weight when it came to nice, light things like dates at the park. Germany smiled as he shrugged off his jacket and helped Italy into it. Then he bowed slightly and held out his hand. "That was pretty unfair to dance with someone before your lover, hm, Geliebte? Is it my turn now?" Italy blushed and quickly placed his hand in Germany's. "H-hehe, sorry, Luddy, but the principesa was calling-" Germany stood and quickly pressed his lips against Italy's, successfully making him quiet, if only for a few seconds. "Shh… I might get jealous, Feliciano, mein liebe. "

Italy, almost completely red-faced , nodded and leaned up to kiss Germany again before they started to spin around in chilly air, the leaves falling around them and everything… just felt perfect to Germany. Everything was calm, nothing was bothering them, except maybe the bystanders, but it's not like they meant anything… no, right now, all that mattered was loving soft, beautiful Italy; the finally obtained love of his life.

*Geliebe-beloved

*Principesa-Princess
*Mein Liebe- my love