England spotted them from a distance. He must have been lonely for a while now, seeing as he had no customers. The bushy eyebrows raised in delight when Italy and Germany came up to the stand. Germany read the menu and was secretly disgruntled that there was no coffee on it. He could use something stronger than tea right about now.

Italy looked at the assortment of honey, sugar and cream that he could put inside the tea, then back up at the menu.

"Can I have peppermint tea?" he asked. Then Italy turned to Germany, "You really have to get something now. Please?"

Germany shook his head. Italy looked sad and England looked annoyed.

"Nein, Italia. I don't vant any tea right now."

"But you didn't do the last thing with me either. You're so mean."

Germany sighed but refused to let the pout work on him. Italy should be grateful he even agreed to come here at all.

"Just drink your tea."

England set to brewing Italy's order, taking special care to let it steam longer than Germany thought necessary. Once England gave Italy his order, Italy proceeded to drown his drink with sugar and cream. Germany felt his stomach churned at the sickly sweet drink Italy was gulping down.

"That peppermint tea is really good, but you know you don't need to put too much in it," England stated.

Italy shrugged and slurped the last bit of the beverage with a smile. England turned to Germany.

"I know your tastes aren't really all that refined. Maybe if you tried some of my tea, your people will have better cuisine? Because they would know what good food is if they like my tea."

Germany let out a laugh. That was the funniest joke he heard in months.

"You? Know what good taste is? That's so funny!"

England was fuming but Germany took no notice. He focused his attention on Italy, stopping short when he saw his small friend's expression. Italy was staring up at him in shock and there was a tinge of pink on his cheeks. Germany felt his face heat up from seeing such a cute look on Italy's face.

"Vat is it?" he asked the Italian nation.

Flustered, Italy shyly looked away.

"I…I'm glad to hear you laugh, Germany. You've been acting so sour lately."

Germany was caught off guard. Has his busy-body attitude really been affecting Italy so much? Germany knew he could be a very serious country. But he didn't think Italy was worried about him being too serious or anything.

England produced another ticket. Only to Italy, since he was the only one who drank his tea. Germany didn't care anyway. He really didn't want free gelato.

Italy smiled at his prize. He placed it inside his pockets, where he stashed the others as well.

"Let's go do something fun. Together this time! Please please pretty please!"

"Fine," Germany let out an exasperated sigh, "Ve can go on a ride or something."

"Yay!" Italy grabbed onto Germany's arm and led him away. They soon found themselves in a manmade river with fake petals floated inside.

Germany looked up at the sign and his cheeks starting flushing. Love Boat! Italy probably didn't bother to read the sign. The swan boat must've taken all of his attention. Germany resisted Italy's tugging, but that caused Italy to glare.

"What? You have to come here. You didn't do anything and you promised you would ride with me and you're being so mean, so mean-"

"But Italia. This is a-"

"Why are you so mean? I thought you were my friend."

Oh boy, Italy was throwing another tantrum and Germany knew he wouldn't listen to reason until he got what he want. Biting his lip, Germany allowed himself to be pulled into the boat. Italy was happy now that his friend was cooperating. He sat close to his German friend, real close. Their legs were touching each other, since there was barely any room on the stupid ride.

Germany noticed how slender and long Italy's legs were and taking the time to notice such a fact made his entire body warm. His face was so hot that he knew he must have been red at this point. In order to prevent Italy from seeing, Germany looked out, pretending to be very engrossed in the fake river.

"Yay! We're going…super slow. Super, super slow," Italy sounded a bit disappointed but he still looked to be having fun, "I guess this ride's broken."

"I tried to tell you. This is a slow ride. It's for couples."

Italy flushed when the words clicked in his head. For once, his eyes opened and allowed Germany to see beneath the lids. Those gorgeous copper orbs were rarely seen and Germany felt transfixed on them. Italy stared at his taller friend.

It appeared Italy wanted to say something. He opened his mouth but closed it after a minute had passed and no sound came out. Germany felt the seconds tick by like extra weight being placed on his shoulders. He thought about saying something else, anything else, when a cheerful voice called from behind them.

"Oh. Is that you Italy?"

Spain and Romano were on the boat right behind them. Romano glared harshly at Germany and the blonde nation knew what this might look like to an overprotective elder brother. Italy smiled when he saw the two. He shifted until he was facing them.

"Hello Spain. Romano. What are you doing here?"

"We're riding. I told Lovi to come over and then I got him to go on a ride."

"Really? That's great! I did the same to Germany," Italy stated proudly.

"No way," Romano suddenly said, "This couldn't have been your idea. That potato bastard must have tricked you on this damn ride because he's perverted."

Germany glared at the insult, which Romano merely returned.

"I did not. And I am not perverted!"

"Tell that to your porn collection."

"Be nice, Lovi," Spain told the elder Italian. Romano huffed and looked away with a pout. Germany sighed and stared back to where the false river took him.