Hey people, sorry it took me so long to add the next chapter! There just isn't enough time in a day! Also, thank you to everyone who favorited and commented, it makes me feel so loved! Special thanks to XStrawberryDuckFeathersX, for pointing out the only typo in the first chapter! And now for the story!
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Italy sat down on the park bench, deep in thought. What was it about the mysteriously quiet Matthew that kept him front and center in his mind? Perhaps it was his strange resemblance to America that made it impossible to forget his wavy hair with the unruly curl so like his own, and the purple orbs of his eyes. Italy was so lost in thought that he didn't see the Frisbee until it caught him square in the chest.
"Hey, whose-a Frisbee is this? Can-ooph"
Italy was suddenly knocked over by a wall of white fur barreling straight for the Frisbee. He thought it was a large Pomeranian until he heard the tell-tale words:
"Who are you?"
As Italy looked at what he now realized was the polar bear from the day before, he heard another familiar voice, which made his heart leap, although Italy could not say why.
"Kumajirou, where are you? Where could you have- oh my god, Kumajirou, how many times have I told you not to attack people? Get off of him this instant!"
As soon as Matthew was sure that the polar bear was a safe distance away from Italy, he apologized for the incident. "I'm sorry my polar bear attacked you… Kuma does seem to get in a rather large amount of trouble for an animal his size. Are you alright?"
"Ve, don't worry, I'm completely fine!" As Italy said this, he unconsciously shifted the Frisbee under his arm, and Matthew suddenly noticed it. "Hey, is that my Frisbee?"
"I guess it is. That might-a be why your polar bear came over by me in the first place, ve~!"
Matthew's eyes suddenly narrowed. "How exactly did you get that Frisbee in the first place?"
Italy was confused. "You-a threw it at me. Why?" Matthew relaxed. "Oh, okay. That makes more sense. Well, I sure wasn't expecting to see you. What a nice surprise. Actually, I'm getting hungry. Would you like to share our picnic with us?"
Italy nodded, and Matthew began pulling pancakes, butter tarts, macaroni and cheese, and, oddly, a five-gallon maple syrup container. Italy supposed it was for the pancakes, but he just couldn't figure out how the large jug could even fit in the picnic basket. Shaking his head, he assisted Matthew in laying out the picnic blanket, before arranging everything just so on top of it. They sat down, and Matthew grabbed a huge plate of pancakes before dousing them in maple syrup. "I really am a fan of maple syrup, so the pancakes are really just a vehicle for the topping."
Matthew smiled, and Italy smiled back. He was quite content, just sitting in the afternoon sun, having a picnic, with this person who made him so happy. Why, Italy realized, he hadn't been this happy since he and Germany had first gotten together. And that was when it struck him: the reason he could never forget this purple eyed, soft spoken man, was because he liked him. A lot. He also realized that this man made him happier than Germany ever had, especially recently, and that he would rather spend time with Matthew than with Ludwig.
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As they finished their picnic, Italy noticed Matthew eyeing him. Finally, Matthew spoke.
"Feli, is something on your mind? Anything you want to talk about?"
"What? Ve, no, just distracted. Tell me, Matthew, do you think we could do this again sometime?"
"Well, I don't see why not. Maybe we should go out for lunch sometime soon. Or we could just have another picnic. Which one would you prefer?"
Italy stood up, needing to get going to training. "Ve, how about we go for pasta next Wednesday? I know a good restaurant in town…"
Matthew smiled. "Then it's a date."
Italy smiled, waved, and turned to get going. "Wait, one last thing." He turned back, and quickly pecked Matthew on both cheeks. "Ciao, Matthew!" Then he turned and skipped away.
"See you on Wednesday, Feli!"