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. "...Germany." I answered. Romano slumped and closed his eyes, leaning back on the couch, most likely counting to ten to calm himself. Italy gave a whine and slumped his shoulders. Germany looked up at me in shock.
"...Vat?" he asked. He was probably trying to process that I chose him over the lovy dovy flirty Italians that most likely never lost a girl they wanted in their lives.
"I chose you." I repeated as I lifted the German's face and kissed his lips.