This was written in Italy's POV and I'll be trying to get my other requests done soon so I hope you like this oneshot and any other ones to come!


"Fine we'll come."

I hear Germany say this into the phone, sounding quiet annoyed. "What time?" He asked and just nodded his head as Spain responded. He tossed his phone on the table and looked at me with a troubled expression. "Why do you look so puzzled?" I asked as I looked up from the pasta I was devouring mercilessly.

"Italy get dressed we're going over Spain's house." He sighed. I then quickly ran up the stairs and into my room. I looked through all of my clothes, but I couldn't find anything. I decided that I couldn't give up so easily. After one more attempt on finding something to wear I settled for some jeans, a white tee, and a hoodie. I hope America likes this, I thought practically throwing myself down the stairs with a bright smile.

I hopped down from the last step and ran as fast as I could to the car. Germany was already sitting there waiting for me, dressed in his usual green military outfit. "What took you so long Italy?" He asked me as I settled down in my seat.

"I couldn't find anything to wear." I said trying to explain why it took me so long to get ready. I mean I have to admit it did take me a lot longer then it usually does to get ready. "Oh ok then I guess that would explain that," He began slowly. "Was it for you know…?" He asked turning to look at me. "Yeah." I sighed and turned up the radio. Just my luck Green Day was playing on the radio! I laughed and hummed along to the tune of the song. It was American Idiot. Oh the irony.

We didn't really speak much the rest of the way there. After about thirty more minutes we were already at Spain's house. I opened the door and slowly got out of the car. I was kind of regretting coming. I mean what if I make a total idiot of myself in front of America? Would I still even have even the slightest chance with him? I shrugged my shoulders and raised my fist to knock on the door.

However before any of us even had the slightest chance of doing that, the door was swung open presenting none other then Spain himself. "Hola mi amigos!" He said in his usual bubbly tone. "Ciao!" I said walking past him. "Guten Tag." Said Germany walking in behind me.

It took me a while but I finally saw him. His soft looking blonde hair, and those blue eyes oh god those beautiful eyes, and his brown glasses contrasted perfectly with his handsome face. Why is he doing this to me, I asked myself silently. I know he doesn't know I like him but it doesn't matter he still shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't be so… perfect.

"Hey Itary-san would you like something to drink?" I heard a monotone voice say behind me.

I could tell it was Japan by his heavily accented English. "Ve~ Japan yes I would." I said before letting Japan get me a drink from the bar because seriously Spain has to own a bar.

"You know Itary you should just tell him." I heard Japan say as he passed me my drink. "What do you mean?" I asked, taking the drink from his hand, trying my best to sound like I don't know what he was talking about. "Come on Itary-san we all know you like America." He said.

I blushed a violent red, almost as red as the hoodie my author is wearing right now, at the words. "V-Ve… I would but I'm scared he'll reject me." I said thinking about all the possible ways America could reject me and how embarrassing it would be for me to show my face at any of the World Meetings. Embarrassment overload much?

"Well Itary, if you are going to ever confess to him you better do it now before England gets to him first." He stated pointing in the direction of the living room. As I turned around I saw England all over America.

I was shocked for a second and felt like everything was going in slow motion as I watched in horror. England cupped America's face in his hand and kissed him roughly on the lips. I can hear my heart shatter and the tears start welling up in my eyes.

I couldn't take any more of this sight and ran out the front door. I couldn't really go anywhere since I didn't have the key so I decided to sit on the front steps and just cry. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I guess he really doesn't like me after all. I don't know why I even thought he would like me. Maybe I should just give this all up its hopeless, I thought bawling my eyes out even harder. After what felt like hours, but was probably only just a few minutes, I heard the door open and then close. I didn't move or anything, I was still just sitting there, doing nothing but crying .

"Hey dude what's wrong?" The person asked. I flinched. From the way he used dude I could tell it was America…. the last person I wanted to see right now. "What do you want?" I spat out, wanting to make my voice menacing, however instead it came out weak because of all the crying. I mean yeah it did sound harsh but seriously if you just saw your crush being kissed in front of you wouldn't you be sort of pissed? Sympathize here.

"Woah there dude why so harsh?" He asked chuckling. Why was he laughing!? "It's nothing." I said turning to face him, tears still streaming down my face.

America frowned at the tears and with his hand reached out to me. I attempted to back away but he still managed to reach me and wipe them away with his thumb. "Well it can't be nothing if it got you so worked up about it." He said softly. You know even a person like me has limits to how nice they are in certain situations and I was about to reach mine. Damn this fucking fool how can he not see that I love him?

"Ok fine it's about you and England!" I shouted as I began to tear up again. I had by now reach my limits and I was completely and utterly done with this. "What about me and England?" He asked looking genuinely confused.

"Look America I really like I mean really like you and seeing that you and England like each-"

"Wait what?! Wait you think me and England have a thing going on?"

He asked this before he erupted with laughter. "Yeah." I said nodding my head. Why is he laughing like this is some sort of joke?! "Why are you laughing this isn't at all funny!" I demanded. "No it's not what it looks like I don't like him that way." He explained, his voice soft.

"And I like you too Italy." He said putting an arm around my shoulder.

"Really?" I asked with a butt load of confusion in my voice. Is he joking? He likes me back… this can't be. Maybe he needs his brain checked, I thought. "Yes." He said before leaning in. At first I tried pushing him off of me but he was too strong. I know that I was waiting for this to happen for a long time but we still weren't done talking. I struggled desperately,

Eventually I gave up because his lips felt so soft against mine, they fit perfectly together just like I've always imagined they would. Almost like puzzle pieces that went together. Seconds later we both pulled away panting. "I love you Italy." He said giving me a smile. "Wait we aren't done talking yet." I said with a blush.

"What is there to talk about?" He asked with a smirk. I turned with him and sighed surrendering. "Fine I guess there's nothing and I love you too." I said smiling back at him.


Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters. I also obviously own the reader but I still love you.