Hey so I just randomly came up with this idea. Italy is known for art, and that's emphasized in the first Chibitalia segment. Well here's some GerIta fluff! ^_^ This is my first Hetalia fanfiction so here goes nothing...

It had been a long day for Germany. He had a test in all his classes today and just wanted to go home. But then he remembered Italy had asked him to come to the art room. Germany had no idea why, he really didn't understand his friend sometimes.

When he entered the art room, it was empty. Germany was irritated. 'Is he playing a trick on me or something?!' He turned back towards the door to leave, but suddenly he heard footsteps from down the hall. He stepped into the hall to see who it was and saw Italy running down the hall with a plate of pasta and a plate of German sasuage with fried potatos.

"Hi Germany! Veeeee!" Italy exclaimed happily. He ran past Germany into the art room and placed the two plates on the table. Germany followed him back into the room. "Hallo Italy. So vhat do you vant? I am very tired and vould like to go home-"

"Aww you're no fun Germany! I even made you some wurst and potatoes how you like them! I was hoping we could hang out today..." Italy said cutting Germany off.

Germany sighed. 'I guess I can never have some peace having this dummkoft as a friend...' he thought. "Fine, but I'm not gonna stay late."

"Veee! Yay!" Italy handed Germany his plate and they both ate their food.

"Danke." Germany said. He did love Italy's cooking. "So there vasn't a particular reason you told me to come here?" Germany asked.

Italy slurped a few pasta noodles. "Actually Germany, I do have a reason!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, vhat is it then?"

"Do you like art Germany?"

Germany wasn't really that into art. He wasn't great at drawing either, although he didn't really try that hard either... He looked at his friend, "I guess I like it. I'm not good at it though."

"That's okay! Why don't I give you an art lesson? Please? It'll be so fun!"

"Nein, thanks for offering though."

"Aww, please?"

Germany sighed, he knew he wouldn't get out of this one. He never could with Italy. "Alright fine..."

Italy smiled. After they finished eating, he grabbed two easels, some pencils, and a paint set from the back of the room.

Germany walked over joining Italy and he looked at the easal. "So do I just draw something?"

"Wait, don't just draw anything! Art is something a person can use to express their feelings, sights, thoughts, senses, anything really. Some expresses through drawing, some through music, some through literature, I love art because one can express themself in any way you want and its all beautiful."

Germany stared blankly at the canvas. He had no clue what to draw.

Italy could see that his friend was still having trouble. He stood behind Germany and put a hand on Germany's shoulder. "Draw whatever comes to mind. Like I said, draw something that expresses your feelings or your thoughts or anything. Just take that pencil and let your imagniation run wild. Vee, I know you can do it Germany!" Italy turned to the other canvas and began drawing.

Germany continued to stare at the white canvas. He slowly grabbed the pencil. He couldn't see what Italy was drawing. He thought about Italy's little speech, 'Art is something a person can use to express their feelings, sights, thoughts, senses, anything really...' After pondering his thoughts a little bit longer, it hit him. He started to lightly sketch upon the canvas.

About an hour passed. Germany looked at his drawing. Did he really draw that? He wasn't really thinking much about it, he just did what Italy said and just draw... He stood in front of the easel so Italy couldn't see it.

Italy finished his drawing and turned to Germany! "Oh you're done too! I wanna see! You can look at mine!"

Germany turned red. "I-I don't know if its very good..." Germany replied.

"I'll show you mine first then!" Italy exclaimed. He turned his easal around so that Germany could see it. Germany froze. Upon the canvas was a painting of Italy, Japan and himself. They were sitting around a fire on a beach. "So, do you like it?! It's you, Japan and I! We've really had some great times together so I just had to draw this!"

"That's... Very good, Italy."

"Grazi! Now can I see your drawing? Please? It can't be that bad!"

Germany slowly moved away from his easal. Upon his canvas was a painting of Italy wearing a beret and holding a paint brush.

"Ooh it's-a me! I love it Germany! You drew me very well!" Italy exclaimed. "I explained my drawing so now you should explain yours!"

Germany cringed. "Vell, um, I..."

"Go on!"

"Vell, you said that a drawing could express feelings right? Vell... " he pulled the Italian into a hug. 'Dummkoft! Vhat am I doing?' he asked himself.

Italy wrapped his arms around Germany. "Ludwig..."

"Feliciano.." Germany felt his heart skip a beat.

Italy lie his head of Germany's shoulder. He suddenly heard familiar voices in his head.

'What do people do at your home when they like someone?'

'Um... Kiss I think."

"Kiss... I see... I've liked you for a very long time... It's been since at least the tenth century..."

"Oh... Really?"

"Yes really. I wouldn't lie to you."

"Yay! That's happy."

"Well, I'm off. Be careful. When this war finally ends, I promise, I'll come and see you again."

"Okay then! I'll miss you! I'll be waiting! I'll make you lots of treats for when you get back!"

Italy snapped back into reality. He looked at Germany. He heard it again,

"I've liked you for a very long time... It's been since at least the tenth century..."

Italy looked into Germany's icy cerulean gaze. He remembered now, the voices he heard we're his and Holy Roman Empire when Italy was still a young nation. Without giving it a second thought, he softly kissed Germany. His face was warm with anxiety.

'Italy...' Germany softly returned the kiss.

Italy grinned, "Ti amo, Germany!"

Germany smiled, "Ich liebe dich, Italy."

So, what did you think? Please let me know by reviewing! :D Thank you for reading!