hehe herro ppl :3 here is chapter 2 so xP
Italy snapped his eyes opened to see that he was in his room, alone and the sun rising. He sat up scratching his head in confusion to the dream he had of Germany and himself, remembering the dream a soft blush begins to creep upon his cheeks.
Eh? Wait what kind of dream was that Ludwig and I w-were about to… Being too shy to continue his trace of thought Italy buried his face into his pillow holding it close to himself. A few moments later Italy's door is slammed open, to have a tall blond standing in the door-way. Italy jumping slightly looked up at him then looked away trying to make the blush from before fade away.
"Italy why are you looking away from me, are you anger that I woke you?" being confused, the tall German walks up to Italy and turns his face towards his own. Scared by this action Italy's eyes widen to where you can see his brownish amber colored eyes, then jerking his face away from the taller man's face. The German's blue eyes widen slightly in more confusion to Italy's movements, he wasn't use to them; he's use to his hyperness, his fusing over the littlest things, to be honest these actions Italy is displaying actually hurts Germany inside a little. "Italy what has gotten into you today?"
Italy not aware of his actions stares Germany right in the eyes and yells "What are you talking about?! I'm perfectly fine, nothing wrong at all even if there was you wouldn't even notice because you're always off with other countries trying to over throw them! You never make any time to hang out me, and me alone, why can't you understand that I…." Before Italy could finish his thought his eyes go wide as he knew he was about to say he had feeling for Germany and unable to control his emotions, tears fall down his cheeks. Italy looked up at Germany be withered by what he was hearing, Italy took this chance to storm out of the room pushing past the man he loves.
After Italy storms out of the room Germany snaps back to his senses and chases after Italy. "Italy! Come back here right now, I need to speak with you right now!" As the German chased the Italian down he kept shouting his name trying to get his attention. He was confused, yet angered at the same time; wanting to know why is Italy running from him. They had been around each other forever; right now he was feeling his heart fast as if it was going to burst in his chest. He had to find him at all costs, he wasn't sure why but he just had to, something in that thing that German called a 'heart' was beating almost like it was screaming to find Italy.
Meanwhile, Italy was running was running as fast as he could like if he was running from the British. [Yea I'm talking to u England =_=] In a frantic to run away from Germany, Italy tripped over a stump and twisted his ankle. Scared, in pain to try to get up Italy just laid on his back looking up to the sky closed his eyes & drifted off to sleep. As the Italian slept on the ground, the tall blonde caught up to Italy, seeing him lying on the ground sound asleep actually made him laugh a little under his breath. Seeing him lay on the ground he decided to walk up to him & wake him carefully, Eh? This doesn't look like he decided to take a nap because he could; he's sleeping because he is injured and too tired to run anymore. Feliciano…. Before he could thinkGermany found himself hovering over the sleeping Italian lost in thought about this man.