Italy smiles warmly and runs outside with his pot of steaming hot pasta. Germany, utterly confused, follows Italy into the crisp October night.
"W-What are you doing Italy? Aren't we supposed to eat inside?"
"I wanted to eat my pasta outside! It's much more romantic outside Doitsu*! Come out here and eat your potatoes! I mashed them very well!"
"Romantic? Why did he just say romantic?!" Germany thinks as he reluctantly goes inside to get the plate of mashed potatoes his "best" friend made for him.
"HURRY UP DOITSU!" Italy yelps as Germany creeps back outside.
"Do you want me to gas you? Calm down!" Germany blurts out as Italy grabs his hand, pulling Germany close to him. Germany blushes as Italy stares into the German's crystal blue eyes. Germany puts the plate down in the grass and tackles Italy.
"DOITSU WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"Something I've wanted to do since I first laid eyes on you in that tomato crate." Germany shifts his body so that Italy feels comfortable and holds Italy's neck. Italy smiles nervously as Germany begins to kiss him passionately.
"I-I love you Feliciano." Germany whispers into Italy's ear as he kisses Italy's neck, proceeding to his hand.
"I love you too Doitsu"