*Written in American History inspired by looking out the window watching 7th graders playing ball*
Warm spring evening comes around the school day. Italy was staring out the window, day dreaming. The Italian History bored him. He lived through it, why would he want or need to learn it? His fratello, Romano was murdering slurs and swears. America was hiding in his seat eating hamburgers and slurping soda. England was playing attention unusual for England. England usually was asleep.
The teacher's boring lector ended when the bell rang. Romano was immediately being flirted with by Spain. Which lead to more swearing Spain didn't care, he kept going on and on about how cute he thought Romano was. Alongside of Spain, France was flirting with a bunch of girls. To Romano's side, Prussia was "annoying" Austria. But everyone knew Austria liked being "bothered" by Prussia. Someone people normally see was down this hall, Norway. Italy only saw a glance of Norway before he magically disappeared. Norway normally magically moved from room to room instead of walking in the hall like everyone else to avoid Denmark, or so it seemed.
America was going on and on about McDonald's to England. England obviously didn't want to hear about this, but he sucked it up. America took England's hand at one point, smiled at him and shut his mouth.
Italy finally through all the commotion saw who he wanted to see, Germany. His best friend, or that's what Germany thought. Italy wanted more than just friendship with Germany. Germany wasn't Mr. Tall-dark-tan-and-handsome. Germany was tall but he was tall, blonde and pale but something about that was very appealing. Germany didn't seem to think twice about Italy. That always made Italy sad but Hungary told him that nothing was more attractive than a smile. So, Italy kept smiling.
Girls in the school were weird. All the girls in the school fanned over all the gay boys. All the girls giggled when they passed Romano and Spain. They stared at Prussia and Austria, as if they were waiting for Austria to crack and kiss Prussia. Wasn't going to happen any time soon, even when it does, the kiss isn't going to happen in public. There were two boys, the girls squeed and adored at, that was Finland and Sweden. Sweden was very openly gay, more specifically, for Finland. Sweden would basically walk around with his arm around Finland. The two would always go to Finland's class first, so that when they got to the door Finland would kiss Sweden on the cheek.
All arriving at their next classes, All Italy could do was stare and day dream about Germany. Around him though, Prussia was checking out Austria, England and America were holding hands under the table, and Spain always reached to touch Romano's hair. Italy sighed as he wrote notes staring at Germany. Japan was watching everyone closely, with a tiny camera. Hungary was doing the same except less discreet.
The teacher stopped with his notes and started assigning the students an experiment. Before they could be told what is was they needed to have a partner. America didn't let go of England's hand when he tried to get up and be Japan's partner. Austria tried to rush to be Hungary's partner, Prussia in a blink of an eye made him sit down next to him. The girl next to Germany got up. Italy rushed over to the seat next to Germany. The teacher clapped his hands, signaling, that whoever you were sitting next to was your partner.
The assignment, photography, the two partners had to take photos of landscape, people, objects, etc. Italy saw this as an opportunity to get close to Germany and flipped to a blank page in his notebook and started writing down ideas he had. One place he could think of was his beautiful home of Rome. Italy peered over to see what Germany was writing down. Berlin, several German castles, museums, and a highway that seemed hard to pronounce was written in Germany's notebook.
Austria was very careful with what he chose to take pictures of. He could think of his piano room, a bakery, and Vienna. Prussia wrote things like strip bars, beer boots, and other ridiculous things. Austria frowned at those but he sighed because he knew he couldn't change Prussia's mind. Prussia covered his notebook for a moment and wrote something down in German. Austria did know some German but this, he did not know. In a bit of disgust Austria wrote something in Austrian in his notebook.
Japan and Hungary were whispering about spying on a few groups and maybe getting a few shots when the two being close together. Hungary glanced over to Italy's notes. She saw Rome, a garden place, and some museums. Hungary told Japan about this and they thought it would be opportunistic to fallow those two to those places.