Italy pressed pen to paper and began working on the project that had appeared in his mind. Germany slept beside him, fully unaware of his friend's doings. The Italian worked tirelessly by the rays of sunlight that had begun filtering through the room's single window.
The sun's rays crawled slowly through the room, eventually reaching Germany's face. The blonde man groaned and turned over, but could not avoid waking up. Eventually, he let out a deep yawn and opened his eyes.
"ITALY!" He threw himself out of bed and stared hopelessly at Italy. "What are you doing?"
Italy smiled and put his pen down, closing the diary. "Good morning, Germany!~"
Germany blinked. His heart pounded relentlessly in his chest.
"Italy, did you…" He choked, "Did you read it?" He nodded in the direction of the diary.
Italy stood and handed Germany the diary silently, holding back a smirk all the while. Without a word, the Italian left Germany's room to get dressed. As soon as he rounded the corner, out of Germany's sight, he grinned from ear to ear.
He's going to love it!
Germany gazed at the book forlornly. He dared not open it and reread his words; the words Italy surely had read. The words that would surely tear the two apart and leave Germany wondering why he had written them in the first place.
Germany gulped and traced Italy's path of exodus with his eyes. Italy was out of sight now, but his presence still lingered somehow. Maybe it was the distinct, sunny smell the Italian brought with him everywhere he went. Or perhaps it was his languid attitude, which seemed to settle wherever he brought it. Germany closed his eyes. Anger flowed through his veins.
Why did I write those things? He'll hate me now. He's my only friend and I've pushed him away!
Through tears driven by the reins of anger, Germany opened his diary and glared at the page he landed on.
His glare was soon transformed into a look of pure confusion.
"What?" He gasped, turning page after page of the diary and staring, transfixed, at each page.
Dear Germany's diary,
Hi! This is Italy. Germany wrote a lot of nice things about me, so you know who I am. Sometimes Germany is scary because he's so big and doesn't smile very much, but he's really a nice guy! He helps me out a lot, sometimes when I don't even ask for help! He knows me better than anyone else. I have a few friends, but he's my best friend. If it weren't for Germany, my shoes would be untied and I'd be very sad. I'm so happy that Germany and I are friends! And that he eats pasta with me and sleeps with me and writes nice things about me. Germany's the best!
~Italy
A smile found its way to Germany's lips. Through teary eyes, he turned page after page, reading Italy's entries. Certain words caught him off guard. Certain words forced the tears down his cheeks. And certain words made his heart pound so loudly, he thought the entire world would hear it.
Germany is my best friend.
I love being with Germany.
Germany makes my heart dance.
I sometimes feel like there are butterflies in my tummy when I talk to Germany.
I really like Germany.
I think I love Germany.
I love Germany!
Sono innamorato, Germany.
I need Germany.
Germany eventually made his way to the final page in his diary where his initial entry was finished in the Italian's lazy scrawl.
Sometimes I doubt that he is the true heir of the great Roman Empire. He is irritating, spacey, and has no sense of authority or direction, but I still can't help but lo-
VE HIM! And Italy loves me back! Because he's irritating and spacey and has no sense of authority but Germany has all of those things for him. Because Germany completes Italy.
Germany's smile widened and he brushed away his tears. "Italy," He whispered to himself. "Ich liebe dich."
"Ti amo, Germany!" Italy's head popped up in the doorway. He had the widest grin Germany had ever seen on his face.
And that's it xD I couldn't think of a better way to end it, sorry guys. Oh, well Now I can go back to watching Hetalia in peace and not worrying about writing a fanfic! Until later, of course. I'll write plenty of them. I'm in that mood again xD
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