Hey! I know it's been a while since I've updated but I had a lot going on and I put all my focus into my other Germany and Italy fan fiction. Not exactly a good idea seeing how it delayed the publication of this one but what happens, happens right? So anyway I'd like to give shout outs to my reviewers! Thank you guys so much. There aren't a lot of you but I want you to feel special to so I'd like to give a big shout out to

Onyx lacrymosa! Thank you very much for your review it meant a lot even if it was short and sweet. I really appreciate you reviewing. Thanks!

And

Ivansbabe66 ok for one I love the name (ha-ha) and also I loved the review you sent me. Same thing it means a lot you have no idea. Both of you are awesome and I love you both the same! Thank you!

I don't own Hetalia

Italy woke up to a cold lonely bed. Then again he was never expecting Germany to be there, he never was. 'Another day and still nothing has changed' Italy thought to himself.

Italy rose from his bed and strode over to the full length mirror on the closet. He adjusted his night shirt (Germany's shirt) and fixed his necklace.

'Germany gave this to me when he asked me to be his boyfriend' Italy thought 'it's been a long time since then.'

Italy emerged from the bedroom and made his way down the hall. It was Tuesday. He sighed. Germany wouldn't be here.

He wondered into the kitchen only half glancing at Germany's perfectly organized desk. It was empty as usual. Germany had left for work about an hour ago.

Italy wasn't in the mood to cook anything so he just ate the leftovers from last night. "The meal Germany wasn't here for" he said sourly to himself.

He wasn't mad at Germany; he was just depressed that he couldn't be with him. Italy shuffled into the living room holding his barely heated pasta in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

He plopped down on the couch and flicked the TV on. He sighed and took a forkful of pasta into his mouth.

Italy was thoroughly surprised when he heard someone coming up the stairs from the basement.

Nervously Italy out his pasta on the coffee table and timidly crept to the stair top. He peered down gripping the railing only to be greeted by a smiling face.

A tall blonde man emerged from the basement holding a soccer ball in one arm. "Germany?" Italy said questioningly.

"Hello Italy! I hope I didn't scare you I just thought you might want to play soccer today. I forgot we keep this down there" he said twirling the ball on his finger. "I thought you played soccer all the time?"

"Oh…um I guess it was just getting in the way." Italy replied. "Anyway, what are you doing home? It's Tuesday shouldn't you be at work?" Italy questioned

"Actually" Germany started as he came up the rest of the stairs "I thought we could spend the day together"

"R…really!" Italy exclaimed his surprise instantly turning into joy and anticipation. "Yes! I told my boss I was taking the day off" Germany said placing the ball by his feet.

"Oh Germany that's so nice of you!" Italy squealed as he jumped into the Germans strong arms.

Germany laughed and kissed Feliciano's nose. "So what do you want to do first?" Germany asked.

"Well we could eat breakfast together" Italy offered. "Good idea" Germany replied hooking an arm around Italy's waist and escorting him back to his seat on the couch.

Germany kissed Feliciano on his tiny pink cheek and scurried off to the kitchen. Italy sat there alone with his thoughts.

'Germany's home! He's actually here! For me, he wants to be with me!' Italy's thoughts screamed at him in pure bliss.

'I wonder what we'll do today. We could play soccer. We could go to a movie. We could play a board game or even…' Italy's thoughts drifted off into the infinite possibilities of activates for the day.

Germany entered the room again but this time with a bowl of Italy's pasta he had made last night. "Germany you know there's wurst in the fridge if you want it" Italy pointed out noting the bowl in his hands.

"Oh no it's fine Feli I want to eat some pasta today" he said cheerfully and sat down next to Italy. "Italy happily acknowledged him and rested his head on Germany's shoulder.

He wasn't wearing his usual clothing today. His work clothes were probably still hanging up in the closet back in the bedroom.

Today he wore a plain black tee shirt that emphasized his six pack and a pair of green camouflage pants.

His hat was still on the coat hanger beside the door. He was even bare foot! Germany was never bare foot, only when he went to sleep.

Italy liked this laid back version of Germany; it was comforting to know that he would have to go through a whole series of steps to look decent. That meant he couldn't just up and leave.

This version of him was like a security blanket.

A security blanket that Italy never wanted to let go of.

I'm sorry it's so short! But I have a reason! I need to know what you guys think I should have then do on Germany's day off! I have a lot of ideas but I want to know what you want to happen. Now's your chance because I basically have the rest of this fan fiction planned out perfectly in my head. So basically I'm asking you to please review and tell me what you want to happen next! Thanks!

-maria