Attempt 10

It had been a very stressful week for Germany. His boss had him working late, working out the damages from the recent Civil War that had finally, thankfully come to a chaotic end. And to top it off, he hadn't spoken to any of his allies for a long time. He was relieved when he opened his door next morning and the familiar, always smiling Italian was there.

"Veh~ Doitsu, I haven't seen you in 6 months! I'd come to your house everyday and no answer, I was so worried!" He cried and flung his arms around the Germany's neck. Germany sighed contently though it didn't stop him from going a dark shade of red.

"Thanks for worrying about me..." Germany muttered. As soon as Italy let go of him, the phone in the kitchen rang. Germany picked it up, as soon as he did he wished he hadn't for he heard the familiar hoarse voice of his superior. "Ludwig, where the hell are you? The war may have ended but there are still damages to the economy to sort out and..." He went on and on about the many things wrong at his place at the moment and finished with "-So you better get your ass down here. Now!"

"Yes, sir." Germany spat and hung up.

"I-Is everything okay?" Italy asked as Germany returned.

"No. Everything's a mess, and I need to go now and you're not making anything better, in fact, you're making it worse. I don't want to see you here again. Leave. Just get out!" Germany ranted. His blue eyes filled with rage he held in for so long. The phone call finally cracked him and Italy was the unfortunate one who had to face his wrath. Italy's eyes were filled with tears and he was too hurt to speak. He left without a word.

As soon as Italy left Germany collapsed to his knees on the floor. And for the first time since he was four years old and Prussia 'un-awesomely accidentally' broke his arm, he cried. The strict one who always stopped the fighting, the one with the powerful empire, the one who had always held it all in, never let his emotions show, the warrior, was crying hysterically into his knees.

Germany never turned up for work. He ran straight to Italy's house. He was still half-crying but he didn't care. He had never ran so fast in his life. He didn't even bother to knock on the Italian's door, he literally barged in. Italy was sitting on his couch with a big bowl of pasta, the redness around his eyes had been obvious signs of crying. "D-Doitsu, what are you doing here?" Italy sniffed. Germany pretty much jumped on the small man and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything, I really didn't. I...I..Ich liebe dich."

Finally.

He lifted his head and looked at Italy. He was shocked to see he wasn't crying anymore...He was beaming.

"Doitsu, what took you so long to say it?"

Germany hugged him again and pressed his lips to Italy's. Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's neck and kissed him back passionately, smiling. After a few minutes, or hours, they broke apart from lack of air.

"Ti amo troppo, Doitsu." Italy whispered before their lips met again.

AN: And scene. This was actually going to be about 14 chapters long but I could see you were all getting annoyed at me for taking so long, I'm sorry. . If any of you are interested to what they were, I'll make a fanfic called "Confession: Outakes" and you will see the attempts I couldn't add. Thank you all for reviewing, adding to favourites, etc. and I hope you continue to read my crappy fanfics. :3 Thank you again. ~Ciara Akemi