[RL with Germany]

[gluttonforpasta]

Italy was not good at confrontations. And not just of the war variety, where he would end up shrieking and running away. He was bad at talking person-to-person about things that were sad or upsetting or awkward, even when it was somebody he knew well. The fact that he had finally made himself do this was a testament to how long he'd waited to

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[potato_bastard]

Germany very promptly answered the door. Never let it be said that he would keep someone waiting. When he saw who it was in the doorway, though, he blinked down at him. "...Italy?" he asked. "I... I didn't know that you were coming over today."

[gluttonforpasta]

"I know. I decided to on my own," Italy said, glancing down at his feet for a second before looking back up. He had to be strong, he had to brave, didn't he? He had to look Germany in the eyes during this, even though he felt more anxious about this than he had in months. "Can I talk to you for a bit? Or is Germany busy right now?"

[potato_bastard]

Germany blinked down at Italy for a second more, thinking about it, before opening the door, gesturing for him to come in. "No, I... I'm not busy. I was just doing some house work, but. I'm mostly done now, anyway. Er, come... Come in." He stepped back, allowing Italy room to step into the house after him.

[gluttonforpasta]

"Okay. That's good." Italy nodded, stepping inside, twisting his fingers around each other anxiously. Before he had the chance to lose his nerve, Italy said, "I wanted...what I wanted to talk about with Germany was about us. Being together."