Germany tapped his fingers against the desk, letting out a small sigh. This was his 'alone time', he was supposed to be enjoying it. And the fact that a certain Italian was out for dinner with his brother, and had no way of calling himself, should have helped. But instead, the feeling of relief was replaced by bitter loneliness.

"Vhy now... Of all times..." Germany muttered nearly inaudibly before getting an idea.

He reached into a drawer and got out a blank piece of paper and a pencil. At the top of the paper, he slowly wrote Seven Things I Hate About You, Feliciano Vargas.

1. How you're so weak.

Honestly, it makes me feel somewhat... Well, protective over you. Okay, a lot. It's hard to just watch you be so damn helpless fighting and not want to rush in, to hold you, to tell you you'll always be safe with me. Please, for the sake of my sanity, toughen up.

2. How you're always so happy.

Even despite your troublesome past. You always seem to genuinely make the best of everything and keep smiling. I wish you knew how sometimes it's the only thing that gets me through a hard mission. And it's not just me, it's everyone around you. You're just so... Contagious.

3. You live too damn far away.

The only time I usually spend with you is either at a meeting or on a mission. Even though those are frequent, it's not time I get to personally spend with you. Sometimes, although I'd never admit it, I wish you'd invite me to go with you to an Italian cuisine... Or something. Just something.

4. The fact that you're not afraid to show affection.

I can barely stand watching you care so much for me and be so sweet when I can barely hug you. I'm afraid of showing you affection, I guess, because you just seem so... Fragile. Feliciano, you are my first and foremost friend, and I never want to lose you.

5. You're so irresistable.

Your so oblivious, yet you're sweet and affectionate. You just seem so helpless in fights, it makes me want to wrap you in my arms, so nothing can hurt you. And you have no clue, Italy.

6. The fact that, somewhere deep down, I know you love me too.

Maybe it's just because I couldn't stand the idea that you don't feel the same way. And I don't know how much longer I can take before I can't just tell you.

7. iYou make me love you./i

I couldn't take it if you weren't by my side. I want you- no, I need you, to stay with me, whether you feel the same way or not. I don't know what I would do without you.

I love you, Feliciano Vargas.

I really, truly, do.