GerIta, Hetalia universe.
"Italien."Ludwig approached the cheerful nation, a notebook clutched in his large hand. Looking up from his easel, Feliciano grinned at his friend.
"Buongiorno!" He sang, rising to pull the German into a warm embrace.
"Bon… buon-jorno…" Ludwig struggled with the word, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"What do you need, Deutschland?" The brunette switched quickly to Deutsch, his delicate voice transforming the harsh language.
Ludwig felt his pride draining away. Feliciano was fluent in German, yet even the simplest of Italian was mangled on the blonde's tongue.
"Italien, will you teach me Italiano?"
"Ve?"
"Please," he softened his voice, "teach me Italian."
A musical laugh sent Germany's heart plummeting to the floor. Clearly, his friend was laughing at him, sneering at his lack of linguistic finesse. It had been a stupid idea…
"Si, of course I'll teach you!" A soft, warm hand slipped into his scarred, leather-clad one. Feliciano grinned up at him. "Repeat after me, ti amo."
"T-te… ti amo?"
"Ti amo!"
"And what's that mean?" The notebook was opened, a pen angled expectantly above the blank page.
"Ich liebe dich."
Ludwig's face colored, growing warmer by the second.
"S-so it means…?"
Feliciano nodded, planting a quick peck on the man's cheek. "'Ti amo' means 'Ich liebe dich'."
Um... this started as me making fun of people for the copious usage of the phrase "I love you" in whatever language. However, it turned into some fluffy crap like this. I suppose you could say this is for the people who asked for some non-angst for once...