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This was one of the few times I really considered creating an alliance with one of the countries. (And don’t say ‘but you’re with them so much, you must be allies with the axis powers!’ You’re wrong. I just like to hang with them, is all. I like inconsistency between the nations) I know, by now, you’ve probably figured out how big of a horn ball I am, but hey, even I have my moments with romance.

It was almost time for Germany and Austria to depart, well, after the big military parade, that is. Italy and I pushed our way through the throngs ) of large, robust Germans towards our beloved Germany. The one and only Germany.

Italy gave him some food, and a heartfelt pep-talk that even convinced our tall, strapping Germany to smile. Don’t be too shocked, it didn’t last long, for Italy’s tears upset him a moment later. After a minute or two I decided that adorable Italy needed to go away for a bit, and I pointed out a few cute girls admiring some flowers in a window. As soon as he was gone I smiled back up at Germany.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, frowning, “You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet thus far…” I shook my head and smiled, curiously pulling his uniformed hat from his head. He cocked an eyebrow at me, resisting the urge to scold me. I guess he was curious as to what I had planned to do next (Honestly, so was I). After a minute of staring, I placed the hat back on his head gently.

“You look younger with your hat on.” His face soured and I gasped, realizing what that sounded like, “Oh, no! I’m not calling…you…old…” By now we had our eyes fixed. Two sets of blue orbs locked, both trailing the other’s movements.

And then, only lord knows why, we kissed.