Are they going to make up or will everything fall apart? Read and find out :D

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Germany paced back and forth nervously. Today was the meeting, and he was waiting for Japan and Italy. He hadn't spoken to Italy since the 'incident'. He hoped Italy wasn't still upset. A knock at the door caught his attention.

"Konnichiwa, Germany-san," said Japan.

"Hello," Germany said, relieved. "Please come in."

Japan entered and they walked to the living room. As they sat down, Japan looked at Germany and asked a question.

"Germany-san is everything okay?" You seem kind of nervous."

Ah? Oh, no it's nothing," answered Germany, surprised that Japan had noticed.

Another knock at the door was heard. Germany's heart beat anxiously. He knew it was Italy. His legs felt like jell-o.

"Germany-san?" Japan said. "Do you want me to get the door?"

"C-could you?

Japan gave him a small smile. "Of course."

He got up and went to the door. Italy's boisterous voice could be heard from the living room.

"Hello, Japan!" he said.

"Hello, Italy-kun," responded Japan.

"Hmmm? Where's Germany?" Italy asked.

"He's in the living room," Japan answered.

Germany felt his moth go dry as he heard them approach.

"Hi Germany," Italy said.

Germany swallowed. "H-hello, Italy," he didn't look at him.

Italy frowned. "That's no good," he said.

Germany looked up at his disapproving face. Maybe he was still upset.

"Stand up," he told Germany

"Was?" Germany stood up, confused. Japan stayed silent as he watched them.

"Alright," said Italy peering up at Germany, now that he was standing. "Let's try that again. Hello, Germany."

Germany didn't really understand what Italy was doing but he decided to go with it. He looked down at his feet.

"Hell-" he was interrupted by Italy.

"No, not like that," Italy said, grabbing his face. "Look me in the eyes."

Germany did as he was told. Italy had opened his eyes and was staring directly at Germany. He met those golden-brown eyes with his own azure coloured ones, and found his resolve. No matter what other feelings Germany had, Italy was and would always be his first friend.

"Hello, Italy," He said, looking into those rarely seen eyes.

Italy stood there for a moment. Then he broke out into a huge smile and hugged Germany. It only took Germany a few seconds to break out of his shock and wrap his arms around Italy, in an apology. He was happy that Italy had forgiven him.

"Ah-hem," Japan cleared his throat. "I don't mean to interrupt, but shouldn't we start the meeting?"

Germany pulled away from Italy, blushing slightly. "Y-yes, we should."

The meeting went without any problems, although it was only Germany and Japan who had talked, seeing as Italy had fallen asleep.

Germany was busy putting away some files. Japan had just left and Italy was still asleep. When Germany was done, he went to check on Italy.

The Italian was lying on the couch, a peaceful look on his face. Germany grabbed a blanket and put it over him, then sat down on the part of the couch Italy wasn't occupying.

He watched as Italy's chest rose and fell while he breathed The German smiled. He really did care about Italy. What occurred the other day, Germany wasn't sure, but he knew that he didn't want to lose Italy.

Italy rustled a bit, but did not wake. Germany thought back to the things his brother said. "I don't think he hates you West, or for that matter what you did." Germany wondered about that. Did Italy even understand what Germany had done? He must've, he was a country of passion after all.

Germany sighed. Maybe Italy thought that Germany had acted like that because he was unwell. What about him though? Germany knew that he had such a strong reaction because of the outfit Italy was wearing, but was there another reason? He stared at Italy's face. Italy really was good looking, Germany admitted to himself. His clear, sun-kissed skin, his long eyelashes, his curly brunet hair with the silly ahoge and his small pink lips.

As Germany's eyes gazed over Italy's lips, he was struck by a sudden urge, Prussia's words in his head. "Don't you wonder what it feels like? To kiss him? To touch him?" Germany had already touched Italy. How would it feel to kiss him?

He began to lean towards Italy, looking at his face. He bent in closer, until he was less than an inch away…

Germany pulled himself away.

"Verdammt!" he said, covering his mouth. He shouldn't, couldn't kiss Italy. He got up. He needed to gain control of himself and his impulses. Walking towards the kitchen, he decided to make spaghetti with sausage.

Italy heard Germany go into the kitchen. Italy's heart was beating like crazy. He had been awake the entire time. He felt as Germany's body had bent over him, how his face came close to his. He could feel Germany's breathing almost an inch away from his face. Why hadn't he kissed him? Italy didn't understand Germany. The other day he had felt him up, but now he wouldn't even kiss him.

Italy sat up. He loved Germany; he had for a long time. He never imagined that Germany would ever touch him like he did. But did it change anything? Germany had been acting strange for a while. Did that mean what he did, hadn't meant anything? Italy just didn't know.

Standing up he went into the kitchen. Germany had his back facing him while he was cooking. Italy smiled. Walking up behind him, he wrapped his arms around Germany's muscular mid-section and hugged him.

Germany nearly dropped what he was holding.

"Italy!" he gasped. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Ve~ Sorry Germany," said Italy, nuzzling his head in Germany's back. " I just wanted to hug you."

The German blushed, but didn't say anything. He continued cooking with the smaller man holding on to him.

"What are you making?" Italy asked him, as he let go to sit on a chair.

"Spaghetti and wurst," Germany answered.

Italy grinned. "Yum!"

It didn't take very long for the food to cook. Soon they were both sitting down, eating.

"Hey Doitsu?" Italy asked when he had finished off his third plate of pasta.

"Yeah?" Germany said, worried about what Italy was going to ask.

"I was wondering…" Italy fidgeted a little. "Will you…come hang out with me tomorrow?"

"We hang out all the time Italy," said Germany, confused by Italy's nervousness.

"N-no I mean like, go into the city, walk around, shop. That sort of thing…" Italy was blushing now.

Germany didn't get what the big deal was. He did that stuff by himself, why would it change if Italy was with him.

"Yeah, sure," he said.

"Yay!" Italy gave Germany a huge smile.

They made plans to meet at Italy's at noon, the next day. Then it was time for Italy to leave.

"I wish I could stay," said Italy as he walked to the door. "But Romano demanded that I come home tonight."

"That's okay," Germany said, relieved that he didn't have to face sleeping with Italy just yet.

"Good night, Germany!" Italy said going on his tippy-toes and pecking Germany on the side of his chin.

Blushing, Germany said goodbye and watched as Italy got into his car and drove away, breaking every speed limit out there.

He headed upstairs and went to Prussia's room. "Nii-san?" he called out, opening the door.

"Hey West!" Prussia answered. He paused the game he was playing and put down his controller. "So how did it go with Italia-chan?"

Germany sat down on the bed. "Well, Italy forgives me…"

"That's good," said Prussia. "So did you talk about what happened?"

"N-no, not really," Germany thought about his 'close call', glad that Italy had been asleep.

Prussia studied Germany; sure he was hiding something, but didn't bug him about it.

"Hey, Nii-san?" said Germany.

"Yeah?"

"Are you…" Germany seemed to struggle with his words. "Angry with me? I mean I scolded you for doing those things, but went and did the same…"

Prussia smiled a little. Germany was more mature, but he still acted like the younger brother he was, once in a while. "Nah, I'm too awesome for that," he said. "Anyways I think I'm gonna give up on Italia-chan."

"Why? You were so determined the other day. Why are you giving up?" Germany furrowed his brows.

"Because," said Prussia. "There's no point in the awesome me chasing after someone who doesn't want me."

"I see what you mean…" said Germany frowning a little.

Amway's what's for dinner?" Prussia asked, wanting to get off the subject, before Germany thought too much into it.

"I already ate, but there's some spaghetti and wurst, if you want it," answered Germany.

"Alright."

"Goodnight Nii-san," Germany said, as he headed towards his own room.

"Night West"

Konnichiwa: Hello

Was: What

Verdammt: Damn it