Italy had always been...odd. Ludwig of course noticed this, but odd didn't always mean bad. He was different, loud, unashamed, and a little dim sometimes. As much as Ludwig would never admit it, this all blended together nicely to create an incredibly cute little boy.
"Germany!"a chipper voice called. Feliciano launched a hug attack on the larger country, out of nowhere he sprang up and wrapped his arms around Germany's waist.
"I love you, Germany!" Italy sang. To him the words carried no weight, his innocent nature allowed him to say anything and everything he was thinking loudly and with complete confidence. On the opposite side of the spectrum was Ludwig, who was no where near as quick to say such things but he had become accustom to the Feliciano's random and blatant displays of affection. Even with all this in mind Germany couldn't help but blush.
"At least he's wearing pants this time" Ludwig thought to himself.
"Germany!" Italy called as if hadn't already caught his attention. "I made pasta!" he triumphantly announced his accomplishment.
A slight smile crossed Ludwig's face as he look at a grinning Feliciano. "Well, we better go have some, then" he said softly, that gentle smile still on his face, just barely letting show how cute he thought that was.
Italy dragged him into another room where a familiar smell greeted Germany, the smell of pasta. Italy excitedly laid out a plate for Germany and himself and hopped up to the table and began eating. It was amazing to Germany how ever time how, no matter how many times Italy had pasta, each time it seemed new, each time he had the same glint of excitement in his eyes, every single time. Italy couldn't do much, but he could cook and for that, Germany was grateful. Both Germany and Italy felt content after a good pasta lunch. There was a comfortable silence between the two as Germany stared off into the distance. This moment was interrupted when Germany felt a hand on his own. It was Italy. He turned his head to see the redhead lifting up his hand and pressing their fingers together, matching them up finger to finger, thumb to thumb. The blonds cheeks burned red but Italy remained oblivious.
"Germany's hands are bigger than mine." he pointed out in his typical childlike voice. Germany was still uncomfortable with this situation.
"Oh well" Italy continued not noticing "it doesn't matter." he said sliding his fingers so they fit into the spaces between Germany's as if to suggest "they fit the same either way"
Germany could hear the fast beat of his own heart but decided he needed to ignore it. After a moment of stunned silence he shook off Italy's hand saying he needed some rest.
And Germany did just that, Italy smiled as he watched Germany sleep. He lay on one side, his eyes tightly shut, his hands out in front of him, in a very deep sleep. Italy smiled as he took this opportunity and reached for one of Germany's hands. He then promptly began to paint he larger nation's nails pink, and all was right with the world.
Author's note: I would love to know what you think! I recently got into the whole Hetalia fandom and felt like writing some uber cute stuff about Germany and Italy. :)