When the training for the day ended, the four of you went to lunch. You were starving. At the end of of lunch, you decided to read a book. Italy was busy eating pasta, as usual. Germany was writing some notes. And who knew what Japan was doing? You looked up and saw a note where Italy was once.
Dear ____,
I am sorry I left! I just did not want Germany to yell at me again! Just trust me!~
Hasta la pasta!
Italy
What a goof. You swear, he had pasta as a brain.
You were alone with Germany. Oh well, might as well keep reading, right?
"Oh, ____. You are still here."
You looked up from your book. "I don't have anything better to do." You smiled.
"Well, would you like to go to the park?"
"No training?"
Germany sighed, "No training."
You got up. "Alright, lets go!" You headed out the door, and did not notice Germany smile. Italy and Japan were in a nearby. Italy just spying, and Japan using his ninja skills to take pictures.
Germany caught up to you, but there was this awkward silence. A bit TOO awkward.
Germany coughed. "So, ___? Do you like training?"
You averted your eyes, "Well you do train us hard," You looked at him, "but there is something- no SOMEONE- that make it worthwhile." You smiled. Germany was lost in thought.
'Could it be Japan ? Nein. Maybe Italy? Oh no. Zhat could be a possibility. They do have similar tastes.' His mind was racing, and his heart ached a little. You sat down on a bench and patted the space next to you. Germany sat down.
You were secretly fangirling on the inside, but decided to play it 'cool' on the outside.
"So..." You were too nervous. Should you tell him now. No, not now. Too nervous.
"So... do you remember when we were little kids?"
"Ja. We were so little."
You giggled.
~flash back~
You were a transfer student and just moved into town. You lived on a busy street. You were playing with some toys when you heard someone knock on the door. Your mother opened it. It was apparently your neighbors. You saw one certain German boy. He was with what seemed his father or older brother. Your mother introduced you to the boy. “Now, go play together.” You smiled at the boy. You led him into the kitchen and gave him a piece of cake. He tried to look serious, but you could tell he was smiling. You decided he would be your friend. You two would play war, and train. Either it would be him training you, or you training him. His older brother observed you two playing. It was a fun time. Now you two were growing up. From elementary to high school, your feelings for him grew. Soon you loved him. Now, here you were, with him.
~end of flash back~
You had to tell him. Every day, your heart would ache for him. You could not take it anymore.
You got up from the bench. You turned to face Germany.
"G-Germany... I... I-I love you! I don't care if you don't feel the same way.... I just had to get it off my shoulders!" You started crying.
"___..."
You ran way from him. Ran even faster than in training. You hid behind a building. You cried while leaning to the wall.
"____. Did you really mean it?"
You turned around. It was Germany. He had a worried expression.
You punched him, knowing it would not do any damage. "Yes! Of course I meant it!"
Germany stared at you for a second. He then grabbed you and held you in his embrace.
"I-I love you too, ___."
"Really?"
"Ja." He kissed you for a quick second, but it held so many emotions.
"If the whole world becomes your enemy, I would be your only ally."
"You promise?" You held up your pinky finger.
"Ja, I promise." You two made a pinky promise.
In the background, Japan was STILL taking pictures, and Italy was fangirling over the moment.
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