DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and places are the sole property of Hidekazu Himaruya. Any resemblance to any actual events, locales, organizations, or person, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

WRITTEN RESPONSE

Germany was taking him to a restaurant that was famous for their pasta in France. Italy tugged on his sleeve, asking if they were going to go in. Chuckling, Germany nodding and went inside, still possessing Italy in his arms. The waiter showed them to their seats but Germany still did not release him. No, instead Germany placed him on his lap and ordered some wine and pasta for him. Whenever Italy tried to get Germany to eat pasta, it was "Not now Italy" or "It's not the time for pasta". But here they were, in a French restaurant, getting ready to eat some pasta.

Feeling the love swelling up, Italy turned slightly in his place, grabbed Germany's face and pulled him down for a kisser. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel Germany's shocked expression as he went stiff under him. Not willing to let this chance slip, Italy began to kiss Germany anywhere he could on his face, from the heat filled cheeks to the sweaty forehead. Before he could pull away, Germany pushed Italy, forcing him to nearly be sprawled out on the table before them. Feeling hurt and depressed from Germany's rejection, Italy tried to get up only to be pushed back down. Looking up, he could see Germany's eyes darkening and shocked reined through him when Germany gave him the infamous french kiss, tongue and all.

Italy tasted divine. It didn't surprise him when Italy tasted like pasta. He had never really cared for pasta but if it tastes like this, he might get hooked. When Italy had kissed him, he was so shell-shocked that he froze. Then when Italy started to kiss his entire face, seeking more affection, Germany's mind suddenly went into overtime and he pushed Italy away. They were in a crowded restaurant, in public and he just had to kiss him, another man. Clearly the Italians knew no shame.

When he pushed him, Italy landed on the table, laying on his back with the most cutest and hurtful look to ever mar that face. Everything just faded from his line of vision as all he could see was Italy attempting to get up, first propping himself on his elbows, thrusting his chest towards him before rolling over to his side, his butt in his view. Something in Germany's head must have snap or he would not have pushed Italy down, holding his arms above his head while kissing him. The Gods may not have abandoned Spain, but they surely did for Germany.

Deepening the kiss even further, both Germany and Italy seem to have forgotten that they were in a restaurant, but more importantly, a crowded restaurant that had frozen in place, watching the display with a mix of emotions. Germany suspected that had America not intervene, they were going to give the place a show with front row seats.

"Yo dude! Enough with the public indecency! We came here to eat, not get an eye full of lusty foreigners! You hurtin' our delicate flowers' eyes. Hell wrong with you?!" called out America. Releasing Italy's lips, Germany turned his head to see that not only was America there but so were Britain, Canada, Russia, China, the two now conscious France and Prussia, as well as Japan. First Spain, then crazy brothers and now this. This day could not get any worse.

Oh the embarrassment. He could just die from it. Burying his face in Germany's chest, he tried to unsuccessfully fade away from the scene before him. Why oh why did the other countries have to be eating in the same restaurant as them at the same time just as things were getting good? Was he not meant to be with Germany? If so, can't there be a less embarrassing way to tell him?

"Oh Italy, it's you. Why are you here? Your brother said you were staying at Mr. Spain's home. I was going to go and give you a gift as is customary. The' welcoming home' present as America calls it." said Japan as he got up from his seat to stand in front of them. Reaching over to take the box in Japan's hand, Italy gave him a smile. Opening the box, he found that it was a sketch book with pencils. A bit confused, he looked up at Japan for clarification. "It's 'cuz you lost your voice right? Well, we had a world conference and everything to discuss what to get ya and we all decided that what ya need was a way to talk to us." responded America from behind Japan. Clearing his throat a bit, Britain spoke.

"Quite as America said. Being a world power, we can't have you speechless during one of our meetings though we don't need you to randomly shout out the names of American presidents either. With this, you shall be able to write us your response to any questions we ask or if you yourself have question."

"Yes. That right. Panda and I pick it out since you draw so much. You need more, come to me. I give you more." said China as Canada and Russia just nodded.

Feeling so moved by the consideration of the other world powers, Italy felt his eyes beginning to water. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, Italy was going to write his thanks until Prussia spoke up, getting everyone's attention. "Well now that that's out of the way...West, you want to tell your awesome big brother about your little love affair?" Everyone's head snap to Germany and Italy with sly grins as they once more became the center of attention. Sweat dropping, Germany began to panic. Rising quickly, he didn't realize that he had dropped Italy in the process.

"I-It-It's not what you think! We were j-just caught up in the moment! That's all!" hollered Germany as everyone just gave him that 'sure it is' look. "It's OK West. The awesome me understands. You just wanted to have little Italy there to yourself that you forgot everything else. Right Russia?" "Right right. It's OK. Italy is a good boy. He'll be a wonderful experience for you. 'Mellow out' as England tends to say." They were clearly making fun of him. Italy got to his feet and attempted to write a letter of complaint when Germany exploded.

"IT WAS NOT LIKE THAT! IT WAS A MISTAKE YOU HEAR ME?! A MISTAKE! IT MEANT NOTHING TO ME! NOTHING!" screamed Germany, never noticing Italy's frozen form. Germany couldn't see Italy but everyone else did and they knew what was coming.

Silence reined in the air of the restaurant. That was all anyone could hear for miles. Nothing. Not even a breath of sorrow could be heard. Suddenly the only noise that could be heard was the scratching of pencil against paper. Germany was too afraid to turn when the sound stop. He too knew what must have gone through Italy's head when the words escaped his mouth in a rush of fury. Fearing the worse, Germany refused to face Italy's wrath and they all knew it. For whatever reason, France lifted up a giant mirror from beneath the table that was clearly to small to be able to hide such a thing. He framed the mirror above his head, making sure that whatever Italy wrote, Germany could see. In big bold letters Germany read:

"DIE YOU ROTTEN BASTARD!" And that was Italy's first words since the war. His first written response.

A/N: I've decided to just make this a 5 chapter story. There will be a smut scene later. Update soon. Reviews and comments are welcome. Plus, excuse the grammar and punctuation and spelling errors. Fixed any mistakes I found.