[RL WITH ITALY]

[potato_bastard]

Germany sat at his desk, filling out some paperwork. He'd put his computer away for the moment. He wanted to be able to focus on the task at hand. More importantly, though, Italy was supposed to come over and talk to him about something. The fact that Italy had something to talk to him about worried him. The fact that Italy had outright said he

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[gluttonforpasta]

Italy was completely on edge. There was a very strong part of him that didn't want to do this, that wanted to lie and tell Ludwig to forget about it and just go home and pretend Valentine's Day hadn't happened.

But he knew he had to. He'd known he had to ever since the virus wore off. It would be worse if Ludwig found out from Maraich or Gilbert or, God forbid, Lovi.

When he knocked on the door to Ludwig's office, he was pale as a sheet.

[potato_bastard]

Germany looked up from his paperwork. Normally, he'd just call out for whoever it was to come in, but it could be Feliciano. He didn't want to call him in like the average henchman when something was obviously on his mind. He capped his pen, stood, and walked over to the door, breathing for a second, before opening it.

He nodded down at Feliciano when he saw him, noticing the lack of color on his face. "Italy."

[gluttonforpasta]

Italy smiled, though the expression on his face felt stiff and odd when he didn't have the heart for it. "Hi, Ludwig," he said, hands clasped behind his back, still feeling shaky about the whole thing.

[potato_bastard]

Germany looked back into his office. The place was a bit too professional, but he didn't really have anywhere else to go in his house, either. The whole place was decorated according to function. He stepped back, holding the door open for Feliciano, intending to close it behind him after he entered. "You said you needed to talk to me?"