Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Germany loved hearing Italy talk in his native tongue. Germany thought the language was beautiful and romantic. Italy loved hearing Germany talk in his native tongue. He thought it was such a funny language. Of course neither could understand the other's language so Italy rarely spoke Italian, thinking it would be rude to Germany to speak a language he had no hope of deciphering. Germany would speak German when he got angry or frustrated. And with a friend like Italy, that meant often. One such time was when he found Italy, fast asleep, in Germany's house and bed. "Mein Schatz, was machst du hier?" Germany asked poking Italy's forehead angrily.
"Germany, you're back." Italy said smiling sleepily up at his friend.
"What are you doing here Italy?" Germany sighed.
"Sleeping." Italy mumbled.
"Dummkopf! I mean in my bed." Germany shouted angrily.
"I love you." Italy giggled.
"W-what?" Germany stepped back.
"I love it when you speak German." Italy said.
"Italy- sie sind dabei, den Tod von mir sein. Did you come here for me to shout German at you?" Germany asked irritated.
"Lo ti amo.." Italy said streatching up to kiss Germany softly. Germany felt his face turn bright red as his wide eyes beheld Italy's soft features too close. "I love you."
"Ich habe dich auch lieb." Germany said as he kissed Italy back. "I love you too."