Italy's eyes shifted uneasily from the picnic set-up in front of him to everywhere else. If anyone saw him like this, him, Italy Veneziano having a picnic with Liechtenstein, he'd be the center of mock and ridicule.

"Um, Mr. Italy, sir?" a thick accent chirped, pinning his attention solely on her.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted a sandwich." she held one out for his inspection. "Big brother likes them and they make him happy, maybe they'll make you happy too."

Italy stared at the combination of bread, meat and cheese. Grumbling a thank you as he took it and tried a bite. It wasn't that bad, he just didn't like the fact that she'd brought up her big brother.

That was someone who Italy was scared to have catch them. It was bad enough that Liechtenstein had caught him admiring her from afar and invited him on a picnic, he didn't need her older brother shoving a gun in his face screaming that he'd kidnapped her. He'd been lucky when he found out that Switzerland wasn't home that day.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"I guess." he shrugged.

She gave him a brilliant smile at his half hearted compliment. His heart faltered slightly and his stomach knotted. How on earth did this girl get that kind of reaction from him? She wasn't even that pretty.

'Lair' he scolded himself. She was the most beautiful girl on the planet. Her pixie cut hair giving her a child like air, how her eyes sparkled when she smiled or laughed, the glint they got when her tongue held a secret. Everything about her took his breath away and made him give up hours just watch in awe. Oh how he longed for his knife so he could carve that smile onto her pretty face forever.

Okay, maybe Switzerland had a right to worry about her. Perhaps, even a reason to freak out if he caught them.

'Well,' he told himself. 'all the more reason to enjoy it while it lasts.'

"Mr. Italy?" she snapped him from his trance again with her feather soft voice. The girl's face was inches from his, causing him to flush like a tomato.

"W-what?" he stuttered.

"You don't have to be so nervous around me." she told him. "I won't tell Switzerland or anyone else."

"Really?" his eyes narrowed.

She gave a curt nod and ran her pointer finger and thumb across her lips like a zipper, ending the motion with a twisting gesture. Italy smiled at the serious face that she kept through this small gesture.

"Grazie, bella." he grabbed another sandwich.

She blushed. "Of course, Mr. Italy."

"Stop calling me Mr. Italy." that was to formal. If this was going to go anywhere (he could dream couldn't he?) then they should be on more comfortable terms.

"What should I call you then?"

He considered her question for a minute before finally answering "Veneziano."

"Alright, Veneziano." she gave him another of her famous smiles making him wonder if a knife could keep such a sight on a pretty face like hers.

The rest of the warm afternoon was spent chatting and snacking on the food Liechtenstein had made.

Some time before sunset, Italy's phone buzzed loudly. It wasn't like he could avoid reality forever, right? He kissed her cheeks, (he was italian, it's a cultural thing. Not an excuse to kiss her...) and left to join Japan and Germany for a war strategy meeting. But not before Liechtenstein promised they could go on another picnic soon.

Alright, here you go Ayumi Kudou. Sorry if it wasn't what you wanted but if you have any suggestions or another prompt I'm willing to write most anything! Rate, comment, review and tell me what you want to read! Thanks!