"Germany, have you ever been in love?"

Germany looked at the upside down Italian on his office couch. The question was so sudden, and out of the blue. Germany cleared his throat, and continued to work, "Vhy do you ask?"

Italy flipped, so he was now sitting right side up, "Just wondering. You-a seem like a pretty serious guy. Was there-a sweet woman once that made you-a have a sweet side?"

Germany didn't have the think about that. He stopped writing, however, and just stared at his paper. He sighed, "... Yes,there vas zis girl. It vas so long ago. Back vhen I vas just a little boy."

This sparked Italys curiosity, "Really?! Ve~ What was she-a like?"

Germany leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes, trying to think about his past lover, "She vas very vhinney," He began. Italy blinked, "und ate a lot. She loved to paint, und even taught me to, once. She vas very beautiful. Her singing vas the best I've ever heard."

"What happened to-a her?"

Germany sighed, and went back to work, "I vent to var. Never saw her again."

Italy frowned, "Why didn't you? Did she-a love you back? What was her-a name?"

"Vhy are you asking to many questions?!" Germany yelled, "it doesn't matter what happened! It was in the past!"

Italy trembled. He said sorry, and left the room, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, Italy came back, hoping Germany had cooled down. He reached for the door, and stopped, "Germany...?" He whispered, pressing his ear against the door.

For the first time ever, Italy could have sworn he heard Germany crying.