Here's the chapter I promised. I'm promising an epilogue. A funny and sexy Epilogue.

"What did I tell you!" Romano snapped as he watched his brother buying the most expensive ingredients he'd ever seen. "We can't afford this!"

Italy ignored him and paid the shop owner in cash. "Who said anything about we? I can pay, Romano." He took the bags and turned to leave the shop. "Valentine's day is coming up and I want to make Germany his favorite candy."

"So you send us straight back to poverty?" Romano screamed, glaring at the other half of the country. "All for a stupid manly potato that doesn't even like you?"

Italy ignored him and shift the bags to one hand. He turned the key and opened the door to their house and set the bags down. Romano continued to grumble, but was ignored. "You never made me anything for Valentine's day." He said, huffily. Italy said nothing and went straight to making the German treat. "What are you making anyways?"

"Mozart balls*." Italy said beginning to make the candy.

Romano gave a look of surprised, but chuckled, nodding with a knowing look on his face. "Oh, I see. A cannibal potato."

Italy wrapped the bow perfectly and placed the artfully made card with the heart shaped box. Italy had made the box himself and decorated it in red and white. He picked up a dozen rose-bouquet and headed for Germany's house, excited to see his face.

He worked hard on the candy. He wanted to see how Germany praised him this time.

"Yah, Germany!" Prussia whined as Germany sat down at his usual book-reading chair. "Where's the beer?"

"No more beer. You drank it all last night." Germany stated leaning back and opening his book. "And I'm not about to go out with everyone buying last minute Valentine's day gifts."

"I thought you were supposed to be brave like me!" Prussia snapped, glaring at his brother. "Why are you shying away from some crazed shoppers. It's beer!"

Germany rolled his eyes. "If you want it so bad, and if you're so brave, why don't you go get it yourself." He turned the page and glanced at the door. He wanted to stay and see if Italy came to see him. It was Valentine's day after all….

Prussia glared at him. He turned on his heals and stormed towards the door. "Oh, and Italy won't be too happy about not getting something if he bothers to see you today."

Germany froze and looked up at him. "If? Why do you say if?"

"AHA! That's why you don't want to go out." Prussia stood triumphantly. "You wanna see Italy. Simple, you were very mean to him the other day during training."

"I-I was being hard on him not mean. He needs someone to be hard on him sometimes." Germany thought about the day in question and swallowed. Italy hadn't even asked to sleep over. Was he upset with him?

"He was pretty upset." Prussia smiled. He shrugged it off and walked into the hall and grabbed his jacket. "I'm off to go buy some beer." He headed for the door and opened it, seeing Italy coming up the drive, with roses and a box of chocolates. He shut the door and walked ahead to meet him.

"Hi, Prussia! Is Germany home? I came to bring him my Valentine!" Italy beamed and held out his gifts.

"What did you get him?" Prussia asked, eyeing the candy box. He hadn't received a Valentine. Why should Germany?

"I made him Mozart balls." Italy smiled and looked at the house eagerly. "I know they're his favorite and I wanted to make him something special!"

"Really?" Prussia loved the chocolate candy. "I'll give them to you if you want? I mean, since he was so mean to you Tuesday. I'd understand-"

Italy shook his head vigorously. "No! I want to give them to him. He's always hard on me when it comes to training, but he's been stressed. I wanna give him a treat." Italy blushed, him mind thinking about something else he wanted to give the country.

"Oh, Italy, I thought-." Prussia pulled his awesome acting skills and looks sorry. "I thought you understood. Didn't you notice Germany was being harder than usual?"

"That's because he was stressed-."

Prussia shook his head. "No. He was trying to tell you he didn't wanna see you anymore." Let that teach him to question my bravery. I hope those Mozart Balls are as good as that Tiramisu.

"What?" Italy looked at Prussia, his eyes widened, tears forming in the corners of his brown eyes. "N-no."

Prussia nodded, not looking at him. He didn't realize how guilty he'd feel doing something like this. Those Mozart Balls better be worth it.

Italy stood silent for a few minutes, his eyes down on the ground, then held up the box. "Here, you take them." He sniffled and ran off, dropping the roses. Prussia stared after him feeling guilt he'd never felt before. He opened the box and saw the perfectly made candies. Sighing he turned around and walked into the house and to Germany.

"Where'd you get the box?" Germany asked, seeing the candy box. Prussia dropped it into his lap and left.

"From Italy."

Germany tried calling Italy's house. Romano answered every time, calling him a stupid potato. Every time he knew Italy wasn't home. Whether Romano didn't like Italy's affection towards Germany, Italy would never let Romano abuse him verbally like that.

Germany finally gave up and grabbed his jacket deciding to go look for him. He reached for the door when the phone rang. It could be Austria. However, Germany knew he was with Switzerland. On the other hand it could be Prussia. After dropping the box he left for his beer run without any other word. Or it was Italy.

Germany dropped his jacket and ran to the phone. "Hello?"

"Germany!" Germany felt a wave of relief at the sound of the familiar voice. "Germany! Do you hate me? Do you really not wanna see me? Did I do something wrong?"

"Italy? What are you t- where are you?" Germany felt worried. What was Italy talking about?

"I'm in a payphone in town near your house." Italy stated sniffling. "Is it true? You don't wanna see me?"

"Of course it's not true!" Germany snapped. "Who the hell told you that?"

"P-Prussia." Italy muttered sounding hopeful. "So you don't hate me?"

"How many time do I have to tell you I don't." Germany sighed, sounding slightly annoyed. "Come back here."

"Ok Germany! I'll be right there!" A click sounded for the disconnection and Germany shook his head. He dialed a number. Now to take care of Prussia.

The doorbell rang and Germany opened the door. Italy jumped immediately into his arms, wrapping his own around Germany's neck. "Happy Valentine's day!" He greeted kissing Germany's cheek.

Germany hugged him back and kissed him. Italy blushed and kissed him back, hugging him tightly. "Thank you for the Mozart balls."

"I knew you'd like them. I had roses too, but I dropped them." Italy confessed honestly.

Germany smiled. He always loved Italy's honesty. "That's ok, the candy's plenty."

Italy blushed. "I also wanted to tell you something."

Germany nodded. "Me too."

"I love you."

Chapter 2- End

*Mozart balls: Traditionally known as Mozartkugel; a ball-shaped, chocolate-coated confectionery, with a pistachio- and almond-marzipan center and an outer layer of nougat coated with bittersweet chocolate

As I said in Lost Time, I feel shameful that I haven't written anything with Greece, being Greek by heritage and birth (parents are both Greek) I being born in britain, but I've already shown so British love. So my next story is TurkeyXGreece!