Italy's POV:

Italy was already on his way to training. He was unusually eager to get there today. He really just wanted to see if Germany was okay.

Germany had been acting weird for the past couple of weeks. And then yesterday Germany had invited him to dinner. Germany had shown up in a suit, he looked extremely handsome. His blonde hair slicked back like always and his eyes were flickering in the candle light.

Italy had been flirting with some girls when Germany arrived. He had gotten mad, unusually mad, even for Germany. The night got even stranger when Germany offered him flowers. That wasn't like him at all. However the piece de resistance was when Germany pulled out a ring. The already flustered waiter looked like he was going to have a stroke.

Italy was stuck between trying to explain the situation to the waiter and trying to figure out what the heck the situation was. Italy was pretty sure that Germany's head had caught fire at one point, as well. At the end of the night Germany ran out of the restaurant. Italy was convinced that Germany had been playing a joke on him.

I mean he must have been joking…right?

When Italy arrived at their usual training spot, Japan was already there, but not Germany.

"Hey, Japan. Where's Germany?" Italy asked

Japan replied, "Good morning Italy-san. I have not seen Germany-san. It is strange that he has not arrived yet."

Maybe something was wrong with Germany. Maybe his head really had caught fire last night.

Just then Germany arrived. As he approached, Italy thought his face seemed a bit red. Perhaps he had just imagined it.

Japan greeted him, "Good morning, Germany-san."

"Ja, guten morgen," Germany returned. He didn't wait for a greeting from Italy. "Sorry I'm late. We'll just have to make up for lost time. Fifty laps. Go!"

Italy bit back a whiny complaint. Germany looked sickly. He was pale and had dark circles around his eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept. Italy could've sworn he smelled alcohol on him.

Could he be hung over? It takes a lot just to get Germany tipsy.

How much did he drink?

Italy wondered, could it be because of him? Because of last night? Germany had been joking right? Italy would have to ask him after training.

Japan's POV:

Something was wrong with Germany-san and Italy-san.

It was rare for Italy to stay quiet for five minutes, much less the entirety of training. It was even rarer for Germany not to scold Italy once during training. Not once. In fact they hadn't spoken to each other all day.

How strange.

Japan is an expert at sensing the mood and he could definitely sense some tension. Sexual tension maybe?

hey guys,

sorry i wasn't able to post earlier... gosh dang school work

but here it is. hope you like it!

DISCLAIMER: i do not own hetalia or it's characters

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