Italy had been sitting on the couch playing with his cat when Germany knocked on the door at exactly 12:30. Considering Italy had taken a siesta once lethargic, puffy clouds had replaced the stormy grey ones, it was surprising Italy was ready at all. Though he wasn't sure why, Italy was holding his breath as he unlocked his door and opened it.

I hope I look okay and I don't talk too much like Romano says I do. Romano says no one will ever love me if I'm weak and I talk too much- I have to pick one or the other. Well, it doesn't matter if Germany loves me, I guess. It would be nice if he doesn't make me do push-ups today though… veh~

Germany had been standing at Italy's front door for a while before he finally decided to knock, and was seriously considering turning around and leaving. He wasn't exactly certain why. However, he was glad he hadn't left when Italy opened the door with a big smile on his face.

Italy looks so happy, as usual. Maybe a bit too cheerful for just going out to lunch but… vait, vhy is he vearing such nice clothes? I never realized he actually had any muscle vhatsoever, vhere is this in training? Those jeans look good on him… vait, VHAT?

"Hey, Germany! I'm so glad to see you!" exclaimed Italy.

"Hello. Are you ready to go?" asked Germany in a somewhat rougher voice than usual.

"I'm a-ready! Veh!" declared Italy, as the pair walked to the black car parked in Italy's gravel driveway.

The drive to the restaurant was silent, though Italy made a brave attempt at starting a conversation. Germany gave short, terse replies, making Italy wonder if something serious was going on. A serious lunch with Germany was probably not going to be very much fun at all.

Vhat the hell is vrong vith me today? If I'm not careful he'll start piecing things together… though I doubt he'd actually figure anything out… Okay. He's not going to ever know I like him, because it's not vorth the trouble. And there's no vay he likes me vhen he is alvays flirting with girls left, right and center.

The café they ended up at was mid-range and one of those places that served practically everything under the sun. Thankfully, that included pasta, which Italy was delighted about. Germany ordered potato-something-or-another when the waiter came. Italy settled on some ravioli and sat back into his chair, pleased with his choice.

Germany managed to start the conversation, something quite unusual but appreciated by his friend. Though neither could remember exactly what they talked about, they both found out amusing things about each other's crazy brothers, grandfathers, and hometowns. They were both shocked in how quickly the meal was over- it felt like no time at all.

"I'll pay for it," said Germany.

"Veh… but then, wasn't this a date?" asked Italy in a light, teasing tone.

"Vell… Um… I…" Germany couldn't form a coherent sentence to save his life.

"Oh, I see! You'll pay for it this time, and I'll pay for it next time?"

"There'll be a next time?" asked Germany, relatively confused.

"Of course!"

The car ride back from the café was significantly less uncomfortable than the ride there. Too soon, Germany had pulled into Italy's driveway. Italy thanked him for the meal and was just starting to close the car door when Germany looked down and saw a brown wallet on the passenger seat.

"Vait! Italy your vallet is still here!"

"Oh, good! Thanks, Germany!"

"Not a…"

Whatever Germany was trying to say was cut off by the Italy bending over and kissing him softly.

AN: Hello! I finally finished this! Sorry it took so long :/