Italy wrung his hands together, biting his delicate lip. He glanced up at Germany, who was working in the kitchen- probably something delicious- and bit his lip even more. How could he say it? Did he just, tell him? Or break it to him more slowly so that it was less awkward? Would he hate him after this? Would he leave him?
Italy decided to chance it. He would just tell him! He would just say it! "Germany- I!"
"Oh, Italien, you're here. Could you grab the whisk from the drawer?" The blonde asked, looking at his friend with a smile. Italy grinned his usual smile and nodded.
"Sure thing Germany!" He grabbed the utensil and handed it to his friend who went to mixing whatever he was making quickly.
"Were you going to tell me something?" Germany asked, looking at the smaller nation, who gulped and nodded. Germany waited patiently, whisking his food concoction. "Well?"
"Germany… I… uh…"
"Italy?"
"I accidentally ate your last sausage! I mixed it up with my sausage because I was half asleep and I ate it!"
"WHAT!?"