Walking down the street, you are heading towards the Vargas house to visit your friend, Feliciano Vargas, also known as Italy. You ring the doorbell and wait for an answer. Italy answers the door, cheery as ever. "Vé ~ Hello _!" "Hello Feli!" you smile and hug him. You walk in the house and sit on the couch.
"So, Italy, why did you invite me?" Once you asked that, a small blush appeared across his face, or what seems like one. " I invited you over because I wanted to tell you a something." You tilt your head and look at him. "Tell me what?" you ask him. "Um...I want to tell a you that...I...I made you pasta! Yea, I wanted to tell you that!" He smiles, blushing and you just look at him weirdly then shrug. "Thanks Feli, can I have some now?" "Sure, _!" He gets up and leads you to the kitchen and gets the pasta, handing it to you.
Sitting at table, next to Italy, you eat the pasta he gave you. But you feel like he is watching you, so you glance at him, to see he is. "Feli, why are you looking at me like that?" He blushes and looks away* "_, I have something else to tell you." He says and you look at him.
"What is it?" you ask curiously. He grabs your hands in his and he looks you in the eyes, making you slightly blush. "Ti amo." he whispers just enough for you to hear. You gasp a bit and blush more. Your friend, Italy, of four years, loves you? He sighs and frowns, getting up and starts to walk away when you say nothing.
You get up and grab his arm and kiss him. You don't know why, but it felt right to kiss your cheery, pasta-loving friend. Once you pull away, he smiles. "Ti amo, Feli." "Ti amo, _." And with that you kiss again, making it longer this time.