The next day, Italy and Germany went to the park.
"Wow, it's such a nice day outside!" Italy exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the direction of the blue sky.
"Yes, it is. It's probably one of the nicest days of the year." Germany said.
Along the way, they passed America and Britain. America slipped his hand into Britain's, and they held hands as they walked. (There's some USUK for you)!
I wonder if Germany and I could ever be like that… Italy thought.
Will I ever be able to tell Italy that I love him…in a way he'll understand…? Germany thought. I don't want to have to hide it, anymore…like when I told him in German…or all the times I've tried to act like I don't enjoy his attention… Am I afraid…?
They also went by Spain and Romano. Spain was hugging Romano, and Romano was struggling to get out of the embrace, but he was blushing. (Here, have a bit of Spamano)!
The German thought, again. It's almost like I'm in Romano's position…too afraid to admit that I'm in love…
Suddenly, Italy started clinging to Germany's arm. "Hey, Germany!"
Germany's face turned a bit pink. "Hey…"
The Italian gave him a bright smile. "Ve~!"
The two walked until it was night, (wow, that must be a big park), and then, they sat down on a bench.