Germany sat in his quiet office and sighed, there was nothing more therapeutic to him than sitting in his nice, clean workplace with nothing to do but admire his work. Fully satisfied that nothing was out of place, he took advantage of the time to do a little bit of… reading. Cracking open his favorite book, The Italian Heart, he started to read. At first the quiet was pleasant, but after a few moments he wondered where exactly Italy was. It was extremely unlike him to stay quiet for this long. Pushing the thought away he continued to read. Hours past like seconds as Germany finally finished his thousand page book. He hummed to himself in contentment.
"Of course he would marry the French man… he didn't even know the German existed…" he muttered to himself while putting the book on his bookshelf. While he was happy he had finished the book, he started wondering about himself and his own Italian boy. He obviously knew that he existed, but did he know how he felt?
Ludwig chided himself, there were definitely feelings between Feliciano and himself, but they were merely friendly… brotherly even! …Weren't they?
He tried to shrug off his thoughts as he turned off the light and walked out of his office. As he walked out into the hallway, he glanced at one of his coo-coo clocks. It was 9:30, and still no sign of Italy. He was worried now; Feliciano would have told him if he was going anywhere.
Suddenly filled with anxiety he searched every room in the house for his Italian friend, but it was to no avail. He was about to call some of the other countries for assistance when he heard a light noise coming from the direction of the Kitchen. Setting down his phone, he walked into the room; there was no sign of Italy. He was about to give up when he heard the noise again, he was pretty sure it was coming from outside. He mentally kicked himself for not checking out there first as he opened the sliding glass door. As he stepped outside, sure enough he saw the Italian sitting in a lawn chair with an acoustic guitar. He was facing away from him, and he was pretty sure that he had no idea that he was now behind him, or even outside for that matter.
Italy strummed the guitar as he sang in his beautiful melodious voice:
Beneath the stars we heard a melody,
Was just an old Italian love song.
From sweet guitars it came so tenderly,
A dreamy old Italian love song
We heard the voice of a gondolier,
My heart rejoiced for you seemed so near and dear.
Now when you come to me in dreams, it seems
I hear an old Italian love song.
We heard the voice of a gondolier,
My heart rejoiced for you seemed so near and dear.
Now when you come to me in dreams, it seems
I hear an old Italian love song.
Germany smiled as he listened to his friend's soft voice as he finished singing. He started to clap for him, feeling that his friend deserved applause for his beautiful performance.
Italy turned around startled, "Germany!" he shouted in shock, "How long have you been there?" He was slightly embarrassed, and was wondering if Germany would be mad at him for wasting time on something as pointless as singing. He was also a little upset… he had meant for the song to be heard by his love, when he had finished perfecting it.
"Long enough to hear you sing…" was Germany's only reply, he was too blown away by the Italian's voice to say anything else.
"Oh…" he said blushing, "Well… it wasn't intended for you to hear…" he said shaking his head and sighing.
With just those few words, Ludwig's spirit was crushed. "Oh… I understand… I'm sorry… who was it for? France or Spain or… someone else?"
Italy was at first unsure of what he meant, but after a few moments of thought, he saw how it must have come across. "Germany… " Italy said softly, "Doitsu… it was for you… I just didn't want you to hear it until it was perfect… It was supposed to be a gift for you… It was going to be a surprise."
Germany could hardly believe his friends words, he was going to sing him a love song… for him, for only him. Usually this would disgust him, but there was something about Italy that melted his heart. "Really! You were planning a surprise… for me?" Germany asked, unsure of what to say next, trying his hardest to contain his excitement.
Italy smiled, "Of course silly Mr. Germany! Who else would I sing a love song for?" He was glad that Germany was happy for once.
"Well… Italy… I don't know what to say other than thank you!" He smiled; there was nothing anyone could say right now to bring him down.
"Germany, you don't need to thank me…" he said blushing, " It wasn't even that good." Italy looked to the ground in embarrassment.
"Yes… I think I do…" Germany said softly letting his gentle side take over. Putting his hand under the other man's chin, he lifted his face so that he could stare into his eyes. The big chocolate brown spheres were Germany's kryptonite. "Thank you Italy…" Germany whispered as he leaned in to give the Italian a kiss.
The touch of Germany's lips to his own made Italy melt, he was extremely happy, and was sure that this was the best "Thank You" he had ever gotten.