Going through college was hard for the countries at first but soon they would get out of it because they were already on their 3rd year (1 more year to go!).

Italy walked through the halls with his books and folders. He skipped and hummed to an Italian folk song. But then he met up with the least person he wanted to see, France. France decided this year he was going to be a jerk to all the guys, and gentle man to the ladies. He always picked on Italy for fun and game.

"I see you have a kitten folder dork!" France laughed.

"Well, at least I don't have a speedo on at the pool!" Italy said without even thinking.

France toke Italy by his shirt.

"First of all it's for the ladies, and secondly, I'm going to kick your ass for saying that!" France screamed.

Italy was getting ready to get punched when all of sudden a voice came.

"Why don't you pick on someone with your own hairstyle!" the voice said.

"What does my hair look bad! oh no the ladies will not like I must go!" France said.

So he ran and dropped Italy, and Italy dropped his books.

"Need help?" said the voice.

"Oh thank you your so nice, and no one stands up for me but Germany, and-" Italy continued as he picked up his books and not realizing who his hero was.

He didn't know who it was until they met noses. It was a she and she looked exactly like him only she had reddish brownish hair. She also had the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. They stood there and stared at each other for awhile as their noses touched. They blushed when they came back to the real world, Italy was so embarrassed.

"I didn't know you were a girl." Italy said.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know you were a boy." the girl said.

They got up once Italy had all his things.

"My name is Italy, and who are you?" he said nervously.

"My name is Ylati, it's um very nice to meet you." she stuck her hand out to shake.

Italy shoke her hand and felt a warm tingly feeling inside.

"By the way, I really do like your um kitty folder." Ylati said.

"Oh really, everyone says it's girly!" Italy said.

They both laughed.

"So uh, do you maybe want to..." Italy began nervously.

The look of her eyes was crushing him, she was so adorable that he could kiss her right then in there. As he looked deeper and deeper into her, he began to turn as red as a tomato.

"Uh," Ylati said.

It was now or never.

"WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO FOR SOME PASTA? OR IF YOU DON'T LIKE PASTA, WE COULD GO FOR PIZZA, OR LASAGNA OR WHATEVER! JUST PLEASE EAT DINNER WITH ME?!" Italy screamed.

"Oh, like a date?" Ylati asked.

"Yeah, I I guess. I mean even though we just met and all. But to tell you the truth your eyes make me really nervous, in a good way of course!" he said, still nervous.

"Oh, um, uh, if that's how you feel, than uh em SSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIII!" she said (imagine that she said Si like Chibcha Italy said in episode 1.)

Italy wanted to hug her, that was the cutest voice he had ever heard!

"Okay! How about dinner at my house?" he said.

"Okay, oh and make lots of pasta would you? I'm full bred Italiano!" she said happily.

"Si! I love the uh PAAAASSSSTTTTAAAA!" he said.

Meanwhile Ylati was melting for him.

"SI i'll see you soon!" she said.

Then she skipped off. When she disappeared, Italy fell on the floor.

"I am in deep amour, she's the only thing I think about now!" he said.

And with a yahoo he skipped off.