I looked between the three of them. I knew they wanted an answer. "Promise not to get mad at me, and that, no matter what, we're still friends?" I asked. They nodded, conferming their promise. "...Italy." I answered. Romano slumped and closed his eyes, leaning back on the couch, most likely counting to ten to calm himself. Germany dropped his head completely in disapointment. Italy smiled and tackle hugged me.
"Ti amo troppo bella!" Italy sang as he choked me in the hug. "I promise, I'll never do anything that will hurt you in any way!"
"Italy!" I croaked.
"Yes bella?"
"You're choking me!"