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Italy sighed, staring out the window. He was waiting for Germany to come back from town. There! On the horizon, was the blonde man walking back. He looked tired and worn out. Feliciano ran out of the house, grinning like a maniac. "Germanyyyyy~" he sang as he got closer to Ludwig. Italy jumped up and hugged the German enough to make him fall over. "Italy..." he groaned, standing up, "Stop that." Germany brushed off his pants and continued on down the road, ignoring the Italian completley. Italy looked like someone had just stabbed him in the chest. "G-Germany, what's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing..I'm just tired." Germany explained, o

   Germany sat on his bed, tears softly caressing his face. "Italy...why must you be so cute?"   Italy was always so happy-go-lucky and liked everyone. Now if only he could love Germany.    He wanted to hold the small man in his arms, like a true friend. But they were in the middle of a war and Italy needed training.   "Italy's survival over my wishes," Germany reminded himself. "If something happened to him..." he shook his head. "I could never forgive myself."   "Doitsu!" Italy called cutely from the kitchen. "Lunch is ready!"   Germany stood and brushed the tears from his eyes. He'd look proud and pulled together in front of Ital