Note: FFFFFFFFFF- I'M FINALLY DONE! XD Sorry it took so long. I had other things I had to take care of. So, my first fan fic is finished... what do I do now? Oh, and for the Italian stuff, Mi dispiace means I'm sorry. ENJOY!

It's so exciting when people just come together after when seems to be a grudge between them for Italy. Mixed feeling were going through his head. Excitement because he finally gets to spend time with Germany, but a little scared because of the phone call he had with France. Germany may not know what's going on, but he will find out sooner or later if Italy screws this up.

By 6 o'clock, Italy was suited up, made reservations, and was all set to go. But now he has about an hour to kill before it was time ti meet up with Germany. Italy's heart was pounding the whole time he was getting ready. What was he going to do with the time he had to go to the restaurant? He felt like he should just leave now and get there early. but he didn't want to send Germany a bad message by saying he was too excited for this. And showing up late can't be an option either. Italy feels like it shows Germany that he doesn't care and likes to keep people waiting. After all of the thinking Italy did while sitting on his couch, it was already 6:45. Italy then was alerted and sprinted out the door to his car.

Italy felt skittish. He left the house at 6:45. It takes about 30 minutes to get to the restaurant and Germany was the "on time" kind of person. This is not what Italy planned at all. But all he could do was just hope that he got there in time.

The car finally pulled over. It was 7:10. Italy's heart was racing as he got out of the car and walked towards the front if the establishment. His heart almost skipped a beat when he saw a blond German waiting outside. He was standing tall with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing a grey suit with a red tie, he even had his glasses on. Germany spotted Italy and gave him a slight wave. Italy wanted to stop walking, he just wanted to turn around and go home. But instead, he waved back and gave a slight smile to him. So many things were going through his head. What things to say, of he was dressed right, if Germany was in a good mood, all made him nervous. "Good evening Germany! Am I running late?" Italy just wanted to test how Germany was feeling right now.

"Ah. No. I got here about five minutes ago." This relived Italy off of some of his stress. They had a small conversation and eventually went inside. Italy felt like he wasn't ready for anything.

The restaurant had a very nice atmosphere. Everyone was dressed very formally and there was much conversation, but it wasn't so loud that you could hear every single word from someone. This also pleased Germany very much. He felt calm in here instead of his normal and strict self. So far so good.

After the two arrived at the reservation area and started following the waiter to their table, Italy felt a strange vibe at one large table with about 6 or 7 people on it. Almost all of the people had their face buried into their menus except for one blond man wearing glasses and a red hoodie on. Italy thought the man seemed familiar but he soon gave up and arrived at their table. But it just so happens that Italy and Germany were sitting about three tables away from the large group. Italy kept glaring at them but quickly turned his head back to his table with Germany. Italy didn't want to get distracted right now. One slight move can mass the whole thing up.

Within two minutes, Germany and Italy were already talking to each other about small things like what they were thinking of doing over their breaks. It was almost like a "catching up" kind of conversation. Italy was delighted because this was one of the very few they had. Most of the time, they would have talked about business or wars that would be going on right now. But Italy felt strange. He felt like he was being... watched. Feeling nervous, Italy looked over both of his shoulders just to make sure. But he found nothing. But just in case, Italy wanted to continue being aware so that nothing goes wrong.

It seems that Germany and Italy had run out of things to talk about by the time the food came because while they were eating, it was almost complete silence. Italy became worried. He didn't want this to end so quickly. He was thinking of thing to say, but they were all rejected in his mind. And so, without thinking, Italy spoke. "Germany? Can I ask you something?" Germany turned his head and Italy became terrified. This wasn't good. He didn't even know what he was saying. But Italy had to ask him something sooner or later. So he said the first this that came to his head. "How much do you care about me?" This shocked Germany a little. He hesitated to say something and then cleared his throat before doing so.

"W- Why do you ask that?"

"Well, I know a lot times you reject me on things and I once got a phone call from France which made it worse so-" Italy stopped and looked up at Germany who had a face that let him down. "Mi dispiace. That was a stupid question. I should just-" Italy put his head down with his hands on his face and started to sob. A few moments later, Italy felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. He looked up and was then astounded. It was amazing. Italy had looked up to find Germany smiling pleasantly and flashing at him. Italy immediately stopped crying after that.

"Italy, you may be a little annoying, but you are the main reason I am loving life right now. I just, your happiness could even make someone like me smile." Germany leaned over and kissed Italy's forehead which made Italy's night.

Both Italy and Germany left with a smile on their faces that night. And at the same time, the large group next to them left consisting of all the Axis and Allies. France, America, England, China, Russia, Japan, and even that one blond and quiet man that looked a lot like America was there. Apparently, the word had gotten out and everyone was able to see a piece of Germany's smile.