The Italian's face turns bright red as Big Brother Lovi's tomatoes and quickly shuts the phone off, ending the message. He sighed in relief. He coudn't believe it! It took him so long to tell him that! The adorable Italian smiled his usual bright, happy grin and walked of to bed, so excited to see what Luddy would say the next morning at training.
"Ve~ Good morning Kiku!"
"Konichiwa, Ita-chan."
"Ve~ do you know where Luddy is?"
"I think he's still changing into training clothes."
"Oh, OK. Ve~, isn't he usually the first one to greet us at the beginning of each morning?"
"Hm, now that I think about it, yes, you are right."
Soon, the stern blonde came out of the building in his usual training attire. A black wifebeater, and usually a pair of shorts, you know.
"Italy, could you talk to me in private?"
"Ve~ Ok, Luddy~!"
As they both walked inside the building, Italy and Germany could hear Japan say faintly, "Must. Write. Doujinshi." As Italy questioned Doistu what 'Doujinshi' means, he said that he should just ignore it, while blushing a bright red. Anyway, was Doistu going to confess to him?! Or...was he going to reject him? The 2 countries eventually went to the very back of the building, the private shower , was he going to...nah, Germany wouldn't do that! (You pervs!)
"Italy..."
"Yes, Doistu?"
"I...I..."
"I don't love you back."
It seemed like time had stopped around poor Feliciano. Was this a dream? IT HAD TO BE A DREAM! The now sobbing pasta-lover now pinched his arm so hard that the pinched spot was bleeding. No...NO! THIS COULDN'T BE REAL! The weeping Italian kept pinching and pinching, not caring about the pain. The German stopped him with his strong arm.
"Italy...I am so, so sorry. I just want to remain friends...alright?"
The Italian nodded his head. What other choice did he have? Being friends was the closest to what Italy wanted.
"Alright Germany...I have to go!"
Italy zoomed off, faster than his usual fleeing speed. He zoomed out the entrance, hearing Japan yell at him, but Feli wasn't daring to turn. The Italian didn't stop until he got to his home. He immediatly rushed to his couch, and sobbed into the pillow. He heard a little mew, and looked with his tear-stained eyes. He met the cute kitty with the abnormal curl like his owner, named Felicat. The adorable kitten tried to comfort him, mewing softly under the racking sobs. After sobbing for a very long time, Italy was exausted. Fortunatly, he had the strength to walk slowly and painfully to his bedroom. He slowly crawled onto the bed, sighing a bit happily as Felicat snuggled up close to him. He soon drifted off to sleep, and kept dreaming about Ludwig Bielshmidt.
