A/N: I kind of wanted to make an epilogue and a friend thought it needed one… Ok fine, I wanted to answer my own questions. I wanted to know how they treated each other after the incident and if Italy really kept his word not to tell anyone. So, I decided to write this. This might just be really a really fluffy story so...
I realized that I never put up any type of disclaimer so…
I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfictions about it and Hetalia would be labeled as yaoi.
Epilogue
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It had been about a week since that incident with Germany and Italy. And Germany was still uncomfortable around Italy. Somehow Italy had managed to keep his promise not to tell a single living being, not even his cat. If Germany doesn't trust a cat then it's a REALLY big secret, and Italy didn't tell anyone about it. He knew that if something like a curl on Germany got out, it would ruin his reputation as a strict country. Italy really didn't want that to happen to Germany because he really liked Germany. Like really liked Germany. Even though he was strict, made him run ten laps, and thought he ate pasta too much, Germany was also kind to him and saved him whenever he was in trouble (or used a plan to get him back home). Italy loved that side to Germany and he wanted to let him know. The only thing he could think of was to not tell anyone about Germany's secret curl. And tell he did not.
After another week Germany had calmed down but started becoming self-conscious around Italy more often. He would heat up and get flustered just being near him. When he tried to talk he would stumble on his words. He knew, for a while now, that he like Italy. But what made him hold back his feelings, the words that wanted to spill out of him. Why am I holding it in?
Germany was reading a book about war tactics when suddenly Italy burst through the door and hugged him on the spot. "Germany! ~ Let's go out today! What do you say? ~" the overly energetic Italian asked him burying his face in Germany's chest to hug him tighter. Germany was glad Italy's head was in his chest so he couldn't see the maddening blush that was covering his face. It just kept getting redder once Germany realized how close they were. "Ummm. I-I'm not sure. How's the weather today?" he asked uncomfortably. "Ve~. It's going to be really sunny and pretty today! Come on, let's go to town and eat PASTA! ~" Italy told him. B-but, I can't go like this. "F-Fine, but only for a little bit. I have a lot of work to do when we get back." What he didn't know is that Italy had spent fifteen minutes pacing back and forth in front of Germany's room debating whether or not to go through with his plan. After reassuring himself that Germany would think that it was just him being him, he burst through the door and proceeded with his plan. "Ve~, really? YAY! Well, why don't we get some gelato and PASTA!" Italy told Germany. Germany knew that there was no way out of it and went to change into something more casual than his military clothes. Italy wore black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, a black hoodie, and black converses, nothing to fancy. Germany wore cargo pants, a white tank top, and a thin green jacket. They left, or rather Italy skipped and Germany walked, out to enjoy the fresh air.
They went to eat at an Italian restaurant called Romano's Macaroni Grill (Tee hee, Romano) and had lunch. Germany was hesitant to enter for two reasons. 1) It was an Italian restaurant and most likely served pasta and 2) It was called Romano's Macaroni Grill. ROMANO! The other Italy could very well be working in there and he would see him and start a scene and have them kicked out! "A-Are you sure you want to eat here?" "Of course, why wouldn't I?" Germany gave up and they entered the restaurant. Italy (obviously) got carbonara, while Germany settled with some lasagna bolognese. Germany ate in silence while Italy went on about his brother Romano, Grandpa Rome, Spain, France (Big brother France has been very weird lately with his strange laugh, but of course he is still my big brother!), and Japan (Japan doesn't like it when I hug him! Why?! It is a greeting in my country). It was almost a daily routine for them; Germany eats in silence while Italy talked the entire time. After they finished, almost on reflex, Germany reached for his wallet but as soon as he brought it out he realized that Italy had already paid. Wow. To think that I would ever see the day Italy paid for his own food. Now isn't that something. Italy knew that Germany was going to try to pay since that was what Italy made him do every time they ate out. No joke. So Italy decided to pay himself this time, to humor Germany. Germany just looked on dumbfounded not knowing what to say. Italy smiled, and dragged him out of the restaurant and they walked around for a while. The entire time Germany couldn't settle down and his heart was beating in his chest so loudly he knew that Italy could hear. Italy was also the same way and he decided that today would be the day to tell Germany his feelings. He didn't know how though. "Germany let's go back now. It's going to be dark soon," Italy said pointing to the sky. Germany just nodded, afraid that if he opened his mouth he would blurt out something stupid.
They got back just as the sun went down and Italy went straight into the kitchen to make, you guessed it, pasta. Germany sighed and went to his office on the second floor to work on any papers left. "Yell if you need anything or when dinner's done, ok?" "Got it!" Italy yelled back at Germany who was halfway up the stairs. He worked extra hard on the pasta for their dinner. Unbeknownst to Germany, Italy had bought some wursts earlier that day for them to eat. He added them instead of the meatballs to the spaghetti sauce and tasted it. It tasted better than he expected, it would be perfect for dinner! Italy hummed as he put the food in bowls and set the table. "GERMANY! DINNER'S READY!" He yelled at the bottom of the stairs. He could hardly wait for Germany's opinion on the pasta. When Germany heard Italy yell that dinner was done he sighed and started walking down the stairs to see Italy sitting down at a set table with two bowls of pasta. He raised an eyebrow as usually Italy calls Germany and starts eating without him. But tonight, Italy was unusually patient and polite. It kind of interested him. Germany sat at the table as Italy did the same. Germany looked at the pasta. It looks different from usual. I wonder what he did to it. He took a bite and his eyes widened. "I-is this … wurst?! It tastes good in your pasta sauce Italy! You made this really well!" Italy had a light blush on his face when Germany told him that. "The truth is that I wanted to make today's pasta REALLY special. Special for you Germany…" He got quieter as his sentence ended. But Germany heard him and blushed at the statement. "Ummm… Well, thank you Venenciano, for… everything." Although all he really did was make me pasta every day. Well, it's not like it was disgusting or anything. It's actually pretty good. Germany's thoughts were broken when he felt arms wrap themselves around his torso and felt warmth on his chest. He looked down and saw that Italy was hugging him and automatically felt a blush grace his cheeks. Although unbeknownst to each other, they were happy Italy was hugging Germany and hiding his face in his chest 1) Italy couldn't see how red Germany was and 2) Germany couldn't see how red Italy was.
"Germany. Actually, there is something I want to tell you."
"Ja, w-what is it Italy?"
"Germany, you are always helping me when I get in trouble. When I didn't use a grenade right away you helped me, when we were in the desert you let me use the water to boil pasta, and you let me make an alliance with you even though your boss didn't want to. Thank you Germany, for everything, and-
Italy took a deep breath and continued, no matter how nervous he was.
"-And thank you for keeping me by your side, making you pasta, and always being there for me. Thank you. Ti amo, Germany. I-I love you." Italy hugged Germany tighter waiting for his reaction. Germany on the other hand was at a loss for words. He never thought that Italy would ever return his feelings. Soon Italy felt strong, warm arms wrap around him and he looked up at Germany's eyes. They had a small sparkle to them and Italy saw relief, happiness, and something else he couldn't describe. Then suddenly Germany fell to his knees and hugged Italy. Italy understood and hugged him back with Germany now digging his face in Italy's chest.
"Italy, I want to say thank you as well. Without you, I wouldn't be me the way I am now. You showed that you cared for me and you stayed with me no matter how many times I pushed you away from me. You always came back with that idiotic smile on your face, always in a good mood, and always happy to see me. You're the only one who really showed me kindness. Thank you so much Italy. Ich liebe dich auch, I love you too Italy. Italy squeezed Italy a little tighter and inhaled his scent. He smelled like pasta, a smell that Germany loved. It reminded him of Italy in the kitchen making pasta with that big smile he always wore. They stayed in that position for a while then Germany looked up at the Italian and smiled a real, gentle smile. Then, he leaned up and kissed Italy very softly on his lips. They were soft and delicate and also tasted like pasta. He looked into Italy's eyes and saw pure happiness in them and that made Germany happy. They kissed once more and went back to eating thanks to Germany's stomach rumbling and for once Germany was talking while Italy listened. They lived happily ever after.
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Or so you think.
"ITALY COME BACK HERE AND COMPLETE THE 10 LAPS!"
"VE~, I'M SORRY GERMANY BUT I DON'T WANT TOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Italy sped away thanks to the Italian blood that ran through his veins. Germany sighed as he realized that he would have to catch up to him and bring him back before Italy got himself lost. What am I going to do with him?
A/N: I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE I NEVER SEEMED TO FINISH IT. The part about where they go to the restaurant I already knew that I wanted them to go to Romano's Macaroni Grill mainly because of the name and their food tastes DELICIOUS! (And it's Italian). Carbonara is a type of pasta and Bolognese is a type of Italian meat sauce(Thanks to Ravenwood316 for clearing that up). Carbonara is reallygood especially where we get it from. It's so warm and cheesy and sooooo good. I'm hungry now.
I am now addicted to the Nordic's song Always with You. Check it out sometime.
And for all of you who read this story I want you to know it means so much to me and I feel really happy to those who read and review because I would like reviews. Review please~!
