Italy took a deep breath. Today was the day. Today, he would tell Germany how he really felt. His shakeing hand was on the door nob. He swung the door open, only to find a sleeping germany...and a girl?! "N-no...no!" he stormed out of the house, crying his eyes out.

Germany was roused form sleep once he heard his Italian friend crying. He told the woman in his bed to wait for a moment where he was going before running out to find him. "Italia! What were you doing in my bedroom and why are you crying?" he asked. It was too early for this.

He turned around "Nothing! It's all nothing!" he remembered that his brother had his car, so he walked, rather ran, along the sidewalk in a crying fit
The German sighed and caught up with him in a matter of seconds. "Italy... Tell me what's wrong." he demanded as he forced the crying man to look at him.

Italy tried to turn around "Leave me alone!" he demanded, squirming around to get away from away.

Germany quirked a brow at that, but did not budge. "You're starting to worry me, Italia... What's wrong? It wasn't... Mein Gott, it probably was. Did you get all upset over the girl in my bed?"

The small boy started crying harder "You don't get it, do you?! I've loved you sence I met you! I was going to tell you today! Untill I find that...that whore in your bed!" he thrashed around, trying hard to get away from him.

Germany stared at him for a good few moments before blushing, sighing in frustration, and then cringing. "First of all... You jump to conclusions much too fast. If you bothered to check... You'd see that woman was Hungary. And no. I am not sleeping with her. She was having issues in her house, so I let her stay here. My guest room flooded after she arrived so I had no choice. If you would have looked, you would have seen that we were both clothed." he explained while pinching his temples.

"...I-it was...h-Hungary?..." his expression changed from angry to down right sorry and he contuined to cry "I-I'm sorry, Germany! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Mi displace!"

"C-calm down, Italia. I'm sure Hungary isn't offended or anything like that." he said before blushing once again. "But erm... What did you say, before that again?"

"I said I...I love you..." he tried wipeing his tears away, which only got replaced by new ones.

"Oh... Um... Why?" he stammered for a moment before just giving up and asking.

He looked down at his feet, suddenly going softer. "I...I love the way that you soften up when I'm around...how you act like you hate it when I stay over, but ask if I'm okay if I don't...h-how you alwase come to my rescue when I'm hurt or scared...I-I just...it's everything about you..." he sniffed a little before turning away and beginning to walk away "n-nevermind..."

Germany grabbed his shoulder. "Italy..." he said softly "I had no idea...I...Ich leibe dich...F-Felicaino... he admitted, red in the face.
Italy looked up at him, his eyes glossy from the tears. "R-Really?"

"Ja, I mean it."

Italy smiled, looking utterly amazed "Ti Amo, Ludwig.."

With one final look at eachother, they knew what they said was bound to be true. And if it wasn't, well, they would pretend it was. If they were to loose eachother, their worlds would crumble underneath their feet, leaving them in a dark abyss, noone to love. So they silently vowed to stay togther, through anything that my happen to them. Even if the world tries to tear them apart.