"Kitty, kitty!" Italy's mission was accomplished; he had found the cat. He played with the cat for a while.
Then, he started thinking about Germany. I really like Germany…he always saves me, he's my best friend, he's strong, and good-looking…but I don't know how to tell him…it might be kind of awkward… But then, he started having worried thoughts. Do…I annoy Germany too much…? What if he doesn't like me any more…? Should I change…?
The Italian's worrying brought him outside the German's office door. He knocked on the door. "Germany…can I come in…?"
Germany lifted his head, wondering why his friend sounded so sad. "Yes, you may."
Italy quietly entered, avoiding Germany's gaze. "Um…Germany…?"
"What's wrong, Italy?" Germany was concerned.
"Do I annoy you a lot…? And…do you not like me…?" Tears started to roll down Italy's cheeks.
"No, Italy…I do…"
Italy didn't hear him. "Should…I change the way I act…so you can tolerate me more…?" He started to quietly cry.
Germany got up and walked over to his friend. He put a hand on his shoulder, and put his hand under his chin, tilting his head up. "Italy…I don't hate you…I like you very much…" He wiped away Italy's tears. "And I don't want you to change…I like you just the way you are…"
Italy's crying lessened. He felt a great deal better. "Really…?"
Germany nodded. "Really." He embraced Italy.
Italy melted into the hug. "Thank you…Germany…"