[RL with Germany]

[gluttonforpasta]

Italy's heart was beating very very fast as he made his way to Germany's house. Normally, he was a slow, lackadaisical walker but today he was almost sprinting. He wanted to see Germany so badly. He had missed seeing him and talking to him, and he'd spent a lot of time wondering if maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Nothing would have

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[potato_bastard]

Germany stood in his entryway, waiting for Italy's arrival. As soon as he heard Italy's knocking, he froze, before hurrying to to open the door and let the other man in. "Italy," he said, softly. It'd been a while since the two of them had seen each other, after all. Been a while since they'd even spoken. Germany... Germany wanted to do this right.

He stepped out of the way, and motioned for Italy to come inside. "Here. Come in. Let's... Let's go to the living room," he said. He felt like that might be a better place to talk than the entryway. Better place to do this properly, and all. He'd thought a lot, and read a lot of books on the matter, and now it was time to put all of that to the test, as it were.

[gluttonforpasta]

Italy smiled a little at Germany when he saw him, his heart beating a tiny bit faster. When Germany asked him to go inside, Italy nodded, thinking that maybe sitting was a good idea, and that having a conversation right near the door would be kind of awkward.

He went into the living room and sat down on the couch, before looking back at Germany with wide, questioning eyes. "So, what did Germany want to say?" Italy asked, unable to keep the optimism out of his voice.

[potato_bastard]

Germany followed Italy into the living room, hesitating when Italy sat down on the couch. What should he do? Should he sit on the couch too? On the chair opposite the couch? On the coffee table facing the couch? He went and stood over Italy, just looking down at him for a moment, before kneeling on the ground directly in front of him, taking Italy's hands into his own.

"Italy," Germany said, without stammering or blushing or feeling awkward or any of that, "you gave me time to think about what I wanted. And... I think that I've figured it out, now."

[gluttonforpasta]

Italy looked at Germany, eyes wide with anticipation and curiosity. His hands felt so warm with Germany's holding them, and they felt tiny in his grasp. "And what did you figure out?" Italy said, trying to keep himself focused and calm.