A/N: …Y'know what? I (for once) have nothing to say except, R&R please.

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Germany sat at his desk, head in his hands and a look of irritation on his face. He tried his hardest to keep his mind on work, but the memory of the kiss kept resurfacing in his mind. It had shocked him more than anything, that kiss with Italy. The rush of foreign emotion short-circuited his brain, and all he could think after it had left was to get the hell out of there. The fact that he had retreated embarrassed him. How was he supposed to face Italy after running away like a coward? He hated that, when it came to war, he could stand his ground against anything, but when it came to his emotions, he was utterly useless. He wanted to talk to Italy; he wanted to make it right, he wanted…

The sound of his phone ringing almost made him jump out of his seat. Gathering his composure, he answered the phone.

"Yes, this is Germany," he said. At first there was a silence on the other end, then finally the person started to talk.

"I hear you're friends with Italy," came the voice of a man obviously speaking in a deepened version of his own voice. "I have captured him and, for a price, I will return him to you unharmed."

"…Is that you France?" Germany asked incredulously. There was scattered sputtering on the other line.

"N-no! I-I-I'm uh, d-doesn't matter! I have Italy and if you don't come to the big cherry tree behind my-I mean, France's place at 5:00 p.m., I can't guarantee his safety," the voice finished saying before the line cut out. Germany sighed, standing up and went to go save Italy…again.

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He knew something was up from the moment he stepped on France's property. The whole place, including the trees and bushes were decorated in lights and from the direction of the cherry tree, he could hear the faint sound of music.

He turned the corner of France's place to the back of the house and nearly fell over. There, under the large cherry tree was Italy standing next to a candle-lit table in a black pin-striped suit with a red rose in his lapel. He held his hands behind his back and, even from a distance, Germany saw a blush on the young man's face. He approached Italy and before he had a chance to say anything, Italy started to talk, waving his arms.

"I-I'm sorry I tricked you," he began, "b-but I wanted to tell you something." He took a deep breath. "I like you a lot. Even more than I like pasta, and I really, really like pasta. Especially alfredo, which is the best pasta ever. Next to lasagna of course. But th-that's not my point. My point is that I, I think I…love…you…" He dipped his head. "I just want you to love me too," he whispered. Germany closed the distance between them and took Italy in his arms.

"I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling," he started, "but I know that I like being with you. I don't know if it's love, but I know that I don't want to be without you. Um," he averted his eyes, "I guess that's what I wanted to say…" Italy was silent for a moment, before standing on his tip-toes and pressed his lips to Germany's. The other man returned the kiss unreservedly.

And from his top floor, France watched the two sit down to the dinner he had prepared and despite his hatred of the blond man, he couldn't help but smile.

"Romantic," he sang out the window, "I am the king of romance!" His statement was lost, though, on the couple on the ground who were oblivious to anything besides each other.

Hahaha, it got cheesy fast. Anyway, last chapter, hope you liked it. Please leave a review for me. :]

-K.H. Wright