*OMG! I'm so sorry! I accidentally put the wrong chapter! o I'll pay for this by forfeiting my life! ~Throws self into river~

~Still alive~ Anyways I really am sorry and here is the new chapter*

Sorry I took so long to put this out, I just didn't have the chance to type it up. So please enjoy and I love to read comments and reviews :D

"Morning West," said Prussia as he entered the kitchen.

Germany was reading the newspaper as he drank a cup of coffee.

"Guten morgen, bruder," said Germany.

"So what you doing today? You wanna play Grand Theft Auto with me?" Prussia asked, pouring himself some coffee.

"Can't," Germany finished reading his paper. "Italy asked me to hang out with him today."

"Italia-chan asked you?"

"Yes."

"Kesesese!" Prussia laughed. Italy was finally making a move. "So what are you going to do?"

"He said he wanted to go into the city, walk around and shop," Germany said, getting up. "I'd better get ready."

An hour later, he came back downstairs, wearing his usual military attire.

"Hey, West…" Prussia said. "Are you seriously going to wear that?"

"Hmm?" Germany gave his brother a confused look. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Well, don't you think you should wear something more, casual?" asked Prussia.

"Why? I always wear this when I go out. I'm just going shopping anyways ," said Germany.

Prussia face-palmed. Leave it to his younger brother not to realize that Italy had asked him out on a date.

"Trust me, West," he said, pushing Germany back upstairs. "You need to change."

Germany walked up to Italy's door and rang the doorbell.

He was running slightly late because Prussia couldn't decide what he should wear. In the end he opted for low-rider jeans, black t-shirt, a bomber jacket and his usual boots.

He heard someone come to the door. As the door opened Germany was greeted by a scowling Romano.

"He's upstairs," Romano said. "Wait here."

Romano walked back in and yelled up the stairs for Italy. A minute later Italy was rushing down the stairs, nearly tripping twice.

"Hi, Doitsu!" he said once he reached the front door.

"Hi, Italy," said Germany.

Prussia had been right about dressing casual, Germany thought to himself. Italy had also ditched his military uniform. He was wearing a green v-neck sweater with matching green converse and dark skinny jeans.

Germany always thought that men who wore skinny jeans looked ridiculous, but seeing them on Italy he had to admit, they didn't look so bad.

"You look, uh, good," Germany said. Prussia had told him to compliment Italy when he saw him.

Italy blushed a little. "Thanks Germany. You look good too."

It was Germany's turn to blush. Romano watched them with annoyance.

"Are you and the potato-bastard leaving or not?" he asked rudely.

"Romano, stop calling Germany names," said Italy. "We're leaving right now."

"Whatever," Romano said. "Here don't forget your jacket."

Italy put his jacket on and hugged Romano. "Bye Fretello!" he said happily.

"Yeah, yeah, bye," said Romano closing the door.

"I'm sorry about Romano," Italy said, as him and Germany walked towards the local shopping district.

"It's okay," said Germany. "It's not like I'm the only one he's rude to."

That's true," Italy giggled.

The shopping district was alive with the hustle and bustle of business. Laughing children were running around carefree.

"Can we go into there?" Italy asked, pointing to a small shop on a corner.

"Sure," said Germany.

Walking in, they saw hats of all sorts surrounding the store's shelves.

"Look at all the hats!" Italy bounced around excitedly.

"You can try them on if you want," a voice said.

Italy turned to see an old man standing behind the counter.

"Really?"

"Yes, of course." he said, smiling.

"Okay! Here Doitsu put this one on!" Italy handed Germany a top hat.

"No, I'm fine," said Germany, shaking his head.

"Please, Doitsu?" Italy asked, with puppy-dog eyes.

"Have a little fun, it won't hurt you," said the old man.

"Germany took the hat. "Fine," he said, putting it on his head.

"It looks good on you!" said Italy.

Germany looked at himself in a mirror on the wall. "It's not really my style," he said, taking it off.

"Try this one!" said Italy, placing a black fedora on his head.

"I guess it's not bad," Germany said, looking in the mirror.

"Now it's your turn," he looked around. "Here," He gave Italy a beret.

"Does it look good?" Italy asked.

"Yes it does, actually," said Germany. He had to wonder if there was anything he didn't look good in. Grabbing a pair of bunny ears he took the beret off Italy's head and put them on him.

Looking in the mirror, Italy smiled. "Do I make a cute bunny?" he asked. Germany stared at him.

"Doitsu?" Italy looked at Germany, when he didn't answer.

Germany covered his mouth. He tried to stifle it, but couldn't. He began to laugh. Italy looked so goofy, he couldn't help it.

"Ehhhhh? Doitsu?" Italy was shocked. It was rare to see Germany even chuckle let alone laugh, when he hadn't even been drinking.

"I'm sorry," Germany said when he stopped laughing. "You just look really silly with those on."

"Ve~"

They stayed in the shop for a little while, trying on different hats. Before they left, the owner of the store told them to come back sometime and they said they would.

"Let's go to the bookstore next!"

"Okay."

When they entered, Italy walked off saying there was a book he wanted to get and that he would only be a moment. Germany took the chance to find a book, to help him figure out what was going on between him and Italy.

Italy walked down the aisle looking at the cooking ajnd baking books. He inspected each title until he found the one he was looking for.

101 Sweets & Confectionaries From Around the World. Italy flipped thought the book. He looked at all the different recipes. "I'm sure he would love these…" Italy thought to himself. Closing the book, he went to go look for Germany.

Germany was standing in the self-help and relationship book aisle, concentrating on the book he was reading.

"Wat'cha reading?" Italy asked, peering over Germany's arm to catch a glimpse of the book.

Germany jumped. He hadn't noticed Italy beside him. "I-It's nothing," he said trying to hide it.

"Let me see," said Italy, grabbing the book from him.

"Ah, N-!" Germany tried to get the book back, but missed. Italy looked at the cover of the book.

Understanding Your Feelings: How to Know if It's Something More.

Italy giggled. "Doitsu…" he said putting the book back on the shelf. "You don't need a book 5to understand those sort of things," he placed his hand over Germany's heart. "Your heart is all you need."

Germany felt himself go red. He coughed. "That may be true, but I like to have references, so I don't make mistakes."

"But by taking risks and making mistakes you can discover things you never knew before," Said Italy, putting his hand back down.

"I-I guess," Germany said, turning away. "Anyways did you get the book you were looking for?"

"Yep!" said Italy, holding up the book.

"Alright, let's go to the checkout."

After buying the book, they left the store. As they went to cross the street, Italy tripped.

"Ah!" he gasped.

Germany reached out and grabbed his waist, before he fell. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Y-yeah, thanks for catching me," said Italy, blushing slightly.

Germany heard someone swear and the click of a camera. "Did you hear that?" he asked looking around.

"Um, Doitsu?" Italy said. "You can let go now…"

Not realizing he was still holding on to the smaller man's waist, Germany turned red and let go.

"S-sorry," he said.

"It's okay," said Italy, smiling. "Now what did you say about hearing something?"

"Nothing, I must've imagined it…" Germany said.

They continued to cross the street and went into the next store.

Translations:

Guten Morgen- Good Morning

Bruder-Brother

Fretello-Brother

So what did you guy's think? Any idea who Italy bought the book for? Any idea about the noises, Germany heard? I'd love to hear you ideas! So please review! Also does anyone know any good Italian and German songs? *Hint* *Hint*

BTW I'll probably be getting the next chapter up next week :D