I know! I'm still writing Lost Time. It's just I got this Idea when I was making my boyfriend Boston Cream pie.

Another ItalyXGermany fic. YAY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or Italy and Germany. Too much work owning countries.

"Italy what are you doing?" Germany asked as he watched the other nation rummaged around the kitchen. Half an hour prior, Italy had arrived carrying bags from a store near his home. The nation immediately invaded Germany's kitchen and began cooking something that smelled delicious.

"Making Germany dinner!" He said smiling, looking through one of the bags. "I know I bought some where-?" He mutter to himself, shifting through the bags.

Germany watched and waited. He noticed the ingredients that Italy had used were fresh and seemed very expensive. More than Italy normally would've been able to afford. He watched as Italy emerged from the bags holding the parmesan cheese he'd been looking for. "Aha! There you are!" He grabbed a dish and began shredding some in the dish. "Germany go sit down! I'll bring you your food."

Germany shrugged and made his way into the dining room, taking his normal chair and waited. Italy brought him his favorite beer, silverware placed in the proper spots. The small dish of cheese came next and finally Italy appeared, carrying a large dish of pasta. "Bon Appetit!" He said smiling.

Germany looked down at the delicious smelling food. He saw the scallops and shrimp artfully prepared in the freshly, homemade marinara sauce over fresh made linguine noodles. He looked up at the smiling country and took a taste, pausing to savor the well seasoned, amazing food. "It's wonderful Italy, thank you." He said taking another bite and beginning to eat the rest.

Italy jumped up and down excitedly. "I wanted to make Germany something delicious and I overheard you telling Japan how long it'd been since you had some seafood."

Germany swallowed the food and began adding some of the shredded cheese. "Well thank you, Italy, I appreciate it."

Italy smiled and disappeared bringing himself a plate and sitting beside the hosting country. He began eating and Germany paused noticing that Italy hadn't done anything special to his plate. He hadn't added any of the fresh parsley to his plate or made such a presentation.

Germany finished eating his dinner and leaned over kissing Italy's cheek. "Thank you." He said, not looking him in the eyes, feeling himself blush at such a flash of affection.

Italy smiled and hugged Germany. "You're welcome!"

Germany nodded and patted the affectionate country on the back. "I love your cooking Italy."

"What the hell are you doing?" Romano snapped as his brother crashed around their kitchen.

"I'm making Germany Tiramisu." Italy reported, combining the mascarpone cheese into the egg yokes. "He said he likes my cooking and tomorrow's his birthday and I wanna make him some."

Romano rolled his eyes. "Never made it when it was my birthday." He grumbled glaring and crossing his arms over his chest. "What makes the steroid potato so special?"

Italy blushed and started layering the ingredients in a baking pan. "You were hanging with Spain on you're birthday, I'm sure you didn't mind then."

Romano blushed, remembering the treat that Spain had for him. He glared at his brothers back. "Bet he'll hate it, like he hates you." He stormed out of the kitchen and Italy put the dessert into the oven.

He loves my cooking. The image of Germany kissing his cheek filled is mind and he blushed, touching his cheek. A smile crept up on his lips. And I don't think he hates me.

"Feliciano!" Romano yelled and stormed back into the kitchen. In his hand was the credit card bill. "Have you been buying all this stuff?" He glared at his brother who had just turned from the oven.

"Yes. I'm buying the best ingredients for Germany's treats." Italy explained, smiling. "He deserves the best."

"We can't afford this!" Romano snapped throwing the bill at his brother.

"I'll pay for it!" Italy exclaimed worriedly. "I will. I promise. I just wanna make Germany the best I can. Make him happy." His word sent Romano away, grumbling about stupid potatoes. "I love Germany."

Germany sat relaxed in his arm chair, a book opened on his lap, glasses propped on his nose. A fire lit the room in the fireplace crackling merrily. His birthday had been a quiet one so far. Which seemed strangely off.

A knock sounded on the front door and Germany stood. He opened it and there stood Italy with a tray. A cake sat on it, a creamy cake with shredded chocolate decorating it. A candle sat lit with a card reading "Happy Birthday" and a rose placed delicately with it. "Happy Birthday, Germany!" Italy greeted smiling.

Germany took in the cake and Italy standing smiling. "Did y-."

Italy nodded. "I made it at home last night. I got all the best ingredients."

Germany let Italy in and set the tray down on the table in the kitchen. "Thank you, Italy, but you didn't need to do that." He said as Italy began getting plates and forks.

"I wanted to. It was Germany's birthday so I made him tiramisu!" Italy smiled and handed Germany a plate, kissing his cheek as the other took it.

Germany ate the delicious cake, savoring the sweetness. "Its great Italy." His praise made Italy smile wider. Germany felt himself smile back and put the plate down and held his arms out. Italy's smile widened and he jumped into them hugging him tightly.

"Mm, I love Germany." Italy whispered, burying his face in Germany's neck.

Germany kissed his cheek and hugged him back, deciding that it was the best birthday he'd had in a long time.

There will be another Chapter! SO TBC!
Check out Lost Time if you like the pairing and if you don't that's cool too.

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