Germany carried Italy into his room and set him on the bed carefully. "I don't see how you could have let this happen," Germany said roughly as he picked up the first aid kit. "Does it look bad, Germany," Italy asked as he touched his slightly swollen eye. "Don't touch it, Italy," Germany said harshly, sitting on the bed next to him. He pulled a warm water basin close to them and started working on the small cut above Italy's eye. How could Italy be so careless and let Russia stomp all over him like that? Obviously Germany's training wasn't doing any good at all. This was getting old and Germany often wanted to just let Italy rot but something held him back. "Does it look bad," Italy repeated. "Yes," Germany said bluntly. "Oh." Italy looked sad and when Germany was done with his eye and went to work on the cut on his bicep, Italy pleaded. "Germany, I'm sorry." "Its ok, Italy," Germany replied irritated, trying to keep the stitches. He was quiet and Italy looked down, "I didn't mean too. I was going to run away! But he was fast! And-" "Italy," Germany snapped, throwing the cloth back in the basin. This made Italy jump and Germany stood, frustration engulfing him. "You are so helpless! You can't be this weak! You are eventually going to get yourself killed, do you want that?" "No, I don't but, Germany-" "Im not going to be around, Italy! I won't be around all the time! You can't be such a pussy!" Italy looked at him, hurt and stunned and took a dry breath. "I'm sorry," Italy said softly. Germany realized he was crying and felt guilt press him. "Italy," he said slowly, "Look I'm sorry I yelled." He sat back down and picked up Italy's chin and held his face in his hand, "I don't want to be mean. But you have to understand that I...I care for you. I mean...more than friends...I just..." Germany felt his face go red. Oh my god, he thought as he looked into those olive green eyes, What was he doing? He was letting loose his feelings all because of what? This happened to Italy on a daily basis. Maybe this time because it was more severe? No turning back now, though. Time to face it like a man. "I just can't imagine what I'd do of you ever got really hurt." He shook his head slightly and gazed deeper into Italy's eyes, "I just...can't do it." Suddenly, before another second could pass, Germany pressed his lips against Italy's. No protest, no hesitation. Germany's hand brushed down to Italy's neck and grasped it, feeling his thumb against Italy's rapid pulse and pressed there as if their two pulses combined with one. Italy tensed up against Germany's sudden movement and then relaxed, placing his own hands in a proper spot, one on Germany's wrist and the other on Germany's chest. Their lips moved together and Germany's head was in a whirlwind of undiscovered emotion. He finally broke the kiss and looked back into Italy's eyes. For a split second it was complete silence and then, Italy wrapped his arms up under Germany's and laid his head on his chest. "I love you, Doitsu!" Germany was stunned but sighed reluctantly and embraced Italy back. "Italy...you're hopeless."