I know this is bad and probably isn't even considered fluff but you know what? I was bored. Cut me some slack, this is only my 2nd story. By the way, they really do this in Italy.

I don't think a disclaimer is really needed.

Italy happily skipped to his friend's office with a piece of paper in his hand. He slowly opened the door to Germany's office and peered inside. No one was there. Good. He put the piece of paper he was holding on the desk in the middle of the room. He frowned. What is Germany didn't like it? After all, he did have a habit of giving too much information…He walked out of the room. He would worry when the time came.

Christmas at the Axis Powers' house was like any other day. At least, Germany thought so. They had all agreed not to exchange gifts (much to Italy's dismay) because they had, in the words of Germany, "much more important matters to attend to." This didn't stop Italy from buying a Christmas tree, however. He decorated the entire house with vibrant multicolored lights (which Germany had called "seizure inducing.") Japan had simply smiled and reminded him that he needed to lighten up around the holidays. After all, having Italy was like having a 5 year-old child in the house. They needed to be patient. So, Germany had tolerated all of the holiday nonsense as long as Italy didn't go too far.

Japan was mopping the kitchen floor when Italy "ve'd" into the room and made a gasp when he saw his friend. "Japan!" he exclaimed. The small Asian braced himself for the crushing hug the Italian gave him. "K-konnichiwa, Italia," he awkwardly patted his ally's back. "Here you go!" Italy placed a piece of paper in Japan's hands. Japan's brows furrowed. It looked like a letter. "What is this, Italy-kun?" he asked. Italy's smile widened. "Oh, well you see, instead of writing a letter to Santa Claus we write a letter to our parents in Italy to tell them how much we love them!" Japan slightly blushed at this. "But, I'm not your parent, Italy." Italy's smile faltered. "Si, but you and Germany are like my family so…" His face reddened and he looked down at his feet. Kiku smiled, "Arigato, Italy; I am honored." Italy clapped his hands together. "Va bene!" The phone rang. Italy answered the phone, "Ciao? Oh, buon giorno fratello!" he smiled. Japan walked out of the room and read his letter.

DearJapan,

Ciao! It's your friend, Italy! I just wanted to tell you that you're my best friend in the whooolleeeeee world! Well, other than Germany. And Spain. And Hungary. But that's not the point! You've always been there for me and you don't freak out when I hug you anymore! I really appreciate that. Can I tell you something? It's just that….well you seem so lonely and I think you should go out and meet some pretty ladies. Don't be shy, just go right up to them and use your charm. Trust me, it's fun and you'll be much happier! Also, I just want to say that you're like family to me. You're like another big brother. I'm not very strong or brave but I'll be by your side until the very end.

Your friend forever,

Italy Veneziano (Feliciano Vargas)

When Japan finished reading, he put it down and shook his head, a smile on his face and his cheeks slightly pink. IwonderwhatGermany'sletterwillcontain….

Germany sighed as he sat down at his desk. It had been a long day of chasing France away and Prussia from molesting people. All in all, it had not been a pleasant day. And to make his day even better, he had a pile of paperwork to sign. He rubbed his temples. This was going to be a long and exhausting evening. His eyes wandered around his desk to the letter from Italy. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. Was ist das?He picked up the paper and put on his reading glasses.

Dear Germany,

Ciao, ciao!It's your best friend ever, Italy!I just want to say that you're my best friend eeevveer!I mean it!Sure, I'm best friends with Japan, Spain, and Hungary but,I don't know,you're just special! You always swoop into save me whenever I'm in trouble, you always tie my shoelaces, you let me sleep with you(at that part, Germany cringed,) you take me out to buy gelato, and you just overall treat me so well!I always feel so safe around you, even though you're scary when you yell. You need to relax a little more and live life to the fullest and not always try to hide your feelings. Everyone thinks that Germany is strict and scary but I know the true Deutschland; kind and sweet.You should know that I'm always here for you and that you can talk to me abou tanything in the world. Anything! It's funny, some people might say you're like my big brother, but I don't think so. I can't explain it, you just feel different. It's like we're more than friends but not like family. I don't know. You're the only person I can be around where I can totally be myself. You're my favorite country in the whole world. You're even more important to me than pasta, and that's saying a lot! Also, I think you're the most handsome country. Ve, Buon Natale!

Love,

Italy Veneziano (Feliciano Vargas)

P.S. You should stop putting gel in your hair; it's much cuter when it's down.

Germany was utterly speechless. He just stared down at the letter, his eyes wide. He slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom. He splashed cold water into his face and looked into the mirror. His skin was pale (more than usual,) his normally slicked-back bangs were fallen over his forehead and his icy eyes had a mixture of shock and fear in them. He was confused by his friend's words, more than friends but not family, what the hell does that mean? And he thinks I'm handsome? Where the hell didt hat come from?

His mind was in turmoil. Italy liked him? It couldn't be, he's Italian; he likes anything with a pulse. He didn't like him anymore than anyone else. And yet, he had said that he was his favorite country in the world. He skimmed through the letter again. I mean more to him than pasta? Wow, I didn't think that was possible. That's it. He needed to know his friend's exact feelings before he went insane.

The previously mentioned Italian was about to have a nice siesta when a familiar deep voice called his name. He shot up, ve, I hope Germany isn't too mad about what I wrote him… He jumped when his bedroom door burst open. The German stood proud and tall with the letter in one hand and the other on the door handle. Italy could see that something was off about him, though. His always-strict face seemed to have something that was almost never there….was it fear? These were emotions that Germany never ever showed. "Germany," Italy tilted his head to the side (which Germany thought was adorable, by the way,) "Are you okay?" He sighed. "J-ja Italien, I'm okay." He sat down next to Italy. "No you're not. I can tell when you're bothered by something. Tell me!" The German suddenly felt very awkward. What the hell was he even supposed to say? Shit, time to leave. "No, it's okay," he stood to get up, "Sorry for-" "NO!" Italy jumped on Germany's lap. "ITALY, WHAT THE HELL?" Italy stomped his foot, "Tell me!" he pouted. Germany gulped. Fuck,he looks cute like that. "It's just," he began, "I read your letter." Italy felt his heart stop. Dang it, he is mad. He averted his eyes to look at the ground. "And," he continued, "I was really touched." Italy looked up, "Really? Why?"

"Because no one ever cared for me that much before," Germany's cheeks went crimson. Italy smiled. "Yay, you're not mad!" he pulled Germany into one of his famous bone-crushing embraces.

He stiffened, "Agh-why would I be mad?" Italy let go, "Well, because I thought that you would yell at me for that too-much-information thing you told me about."

Germany smirked, "Hey, it could have been a lot worse." Italy beamed. "Ve, you're smiling, Germany! You're smile's so cute!"

"Okay, too much information." His ally frowned and drooped his head. Germany ruffled his hair (avoiding the curl,) "It's alright, though." He picked his head up and smiled. "Italy," Germany suddenly remembered the reason why he went there in the first place, "You said that I mean more to you than pasta. Is that really true?" Italy nodded enthusiastically. "Si! Pasta's delicious and all but you're better! And…" he blushed and looked down at his hands, "I would give up pasta for you." To anyone else, that was barely a compliment. But to Germany, it was the single sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him. To prevent Italy from seeing the tears that were threatening to form in his eyes, he tugged him into a bear-hug. Italy smiled, "Ve, Germany smells good." Germany blushed, "T-thanks," he mumbled. "I wish Germany would hug me more often."

He responded by tightening his grip on the Italian, earning him a small 've.' "Am I more important to you than wurst and potatoes?" Italy questioned. Germany chuckled. "Ja, you are," he let go of him. Italy made a mischievous face and pecked his ally on the lips. Before Germany could even try collect his thoughts, Italy grinned, "There, we kissed. So, does that mean we're more than friends?" Germany stared at him in shock. "Uh, y-yeah! I mean, sure, if you want to be…you know, partners," he muttered the last part. "YES!" Italy gave him a real kiss on the lips. Just when Germany closed his eyes and started to respond, they hear a small *click*. They pulled away and looked around the room. What the…? They caught a glimpse of a blue kimono darting past the door. Germany growled, "JAPAN! GET BACK HERE!

Japan quickly ran to his room and locked the door behind him. He looked at the picture he just took. Finally, I thought those two would never make a move.He smiled. Miss Hungary will be very pleasedto see this.

Yeah, I know it sucked. Whatever. Reviews? Maybe? Merry Christmas!