OMG life has been so hard, i don't know how something like this can happen but it did and Im just happy its over. For those who don't know my mother just died and it has been stressful. But i am planning on throwing all my problems into my writing. Anyway I want to work on my other fanfiction but i don't have a lot of reviews for that one "Hint Hint Wink Wink" I also want to see if anyone actually reads this little note so i am asking a question and if you get the answer right i will give you a prize, you will have access to the next chapter of this story a week before it comes out. Ok the question: In the anime Fruits Basket, how many times does Ayame show up? review and try to guess the answer. Alright well i probably should get to actually writing the story. I am hoping this chapter will be rather long considering that I am on a 5 hour flight to LA with nothing to do...Enjoy!

Second chapter

Germany's POV:

As Japan walked over and talked to me I realized that the conversation he just had with Italy was going to bother me this entire time so I guess I should just ask him what he was talking about. "Hey Japan, um who were you talking to just now?"

"Hmm oh I was talking to my boss, he wants to approve the speech I am giving at the next UN meeting."

WHAT?!, why would he lie about who he was talking to, does that mean something is going on with Italy that I don't know about. "Yea ok Japan I have a question I want to talk to you about..."

"Of course you know i will listen and try to give you my opinion."

"Well there is someone I really like, but he never notices me and I am not sure that he will return my feelings. If I ask him out and he says no then it would possibly ruin our friendship and I don't wanna loose him as a friend, although I am not sure I can keep looking at him and not wanting to just touch him all over."

"Oh I understand, well the best thing to do is ask him about it and tell him how you feel, if he really is your friend he will understand that you feel that way and won't judge you for it.

I thought about that for a minute. Would asking Italy on a date possibly ruin our friendship or was I just being paranoid. He seems to like me a little bit, he does always come into my room at night wearing no clothes, but he is Italian, and thats just what Italians do.

"Alright i will consider talking to him, but Japan I don't know how to bring that up in a conversation, I mean what do I say to him?"

Japan's POV

Wow its really sweet how much Germany seems to care about this person, obviously it is Italy. Everyone knows how much Italy adores Germany, I am pretty sure he will say yes. But, how will italy react when Germany tells him the news, I hope for Germany's sake that he does not freak out and go into one of his lolita trances. I never thought that Germany would be the one trying to make the first move. I bet it's the wedding between America and England, he feels like if they can do it he can too.

"You speak from your heart, and if this person really cares about you he will listen and reply with his true feelings. I think that if this person really cares about you then he wont judge you and embrace how comfortable you feel around him." I understand how corny that sounded but I felt like Germany needed to hear it.

"Danks Japan, I will try to talk to him tonight...I'll take him out for dinner, he does love to eat."

Germany's POV

I could cook for Italy, that might give us more of a chance to bond together and hopefully get him used to spending romantic time with me.

"Is it a good idea to have him eat at my house or should I take him out on a date?"

I could see the slight puzzled look on Japan's face, he must have been wondering how to reply to a question like that, after what seemed like a hour, Japan spoke again.

"Home, he will love it."

I watched as Japan started to get up and make a motion to leave, I felt suddenly guilty...was I possibly keeping him from a date? I stood up to say goodbye to him but when I looked up he was already gone. This puzzled me, Japan never left any meal without bowing to his dining partner. I payed the bill and walked out to my car, it was a cool day, so I decided to man up and give Italy a call and ask him to come over to my house in Berlin tonight. He picked up on the first ring.

(AN: Italy's phone voice is in bold and Germany's phone voce is in Italics, and all other thoughts are in regular font.)

Ciao , I was hoping you would call, I have been super bored with all this paperwork and I think that I just sold my country to England without knowing it...Boy do I stink at representing a country.

I smiled to myself on the other end of the phone call. He was so cute when he rambled on about his work and his daily life. But, he was annoying when he talks to much.

Italia, calm down I did not call you to talk about work.

Ve..why did you call me then Doitsu?

Well..I-i was just wondering if...God why is this so hard for me to say to him, he is my friend and I should be able to ask him to come to my house...I feel so weak.

Well maybe you could come over to my house for dinner tonight? I held my breath, I had no idea why I was scared..did I really need him this much?

VE OF COURSE DOITSU, I AM SO EXCITED CAN WE HAVE PASTA AND MAYBE MORE AND MORE PASTA!?

Wow his screaming nearly broke my ear drums! Italy calm down your breaking my ears. Can you come over at 6:00?

Of course Doitsu, I'll meet you at your house, I need to go though so I will see you then..BEST FRIEND!

As he hung up and the line clicked on the other end of the phone I started to panic. Italy was coming over and I had only three hours to cook and clean and make my entire house presentable. What was I going to cook? What should I wear? Do I serve wine or any type of alcohol? I had no idea who to go to with these types of questions. France does know Italy really well and he also knows romance pretty well too...NO, what am I thinking... he might end up forcing me to wear something like a slutty maids uniform. I guess I will just have to do this myself.

I walked into my closet and looked around. I had some nice clothing but it all looked gloomy when I thought about who I was wearing the outfit for. Italy, with his bright colors and attitudes, would just look at all of my boring clothes and think that I underdressed.

"UGH WHY IS THIS SO HARD FOR ME!"

I was so upset with myself at this point. I had tried to grow up being strong and forcing feelings to the back of my brain, but then he came and wrecked all of the self control that I had built up inside of my heart. I finally decided on wearing a fitted white shirt with nice tailored pants. God how much I wanted to be with Italy and holding him close in my bed. Why does Italy do this to me and my body.

"Ring Ring Doitsu, your best friend is here!"

He broke me out of my daze with his doorbell ringing. I was starting to get scared but I tried to put it to the back of my head as I opened the door.

"Hello Italy please come in." Why are my palms and forehead sweating. Am I really that nervous about my best friend.

TBC

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