"Italy wait for me! We're not supposed to be running in the school halls anyway!" I said chasing after Italy.

"It's after school, so it's okay!" Italy shouted back at me. Suddenly, Italy stopeed to look out the mirror.

I slowed down and caught my breath, "What is it, Italy?"

"Do you see a girl with a sweet smile, slightly wavy hair, and shiny birght eyes?" Italy asked me.

I squinted my eyes and scanned the streets just outside the window, "No. Can you discribe her in detail?"

"Ok. She is smart, draws really well, and has beautiful amber eyes." Italy described.

"Amber eyes." I mumbled checking each girl. Most of the people outside had brown or green eyes.

I remembered when Japan drew me anime style, and said that I had a very pretty shade of amber for my eyes. He even complained that he didn't have the right ink to color in my eyes.

Amber eyed girl, amber eyed...amber? I have amber eyes. I noticed my pale reflection in the mirror. I saw amber eyes. I blinked, the amber eyes did too. I turned to look at Italy. My heart thumed like mad, and I thought I would explode.

"So? Did you find her?" Italy aksed with a mischevious smile.

"Is that girl...me?" I said, asking myself more than anybody.

"Mhmmm." Italy nodded.

My hands shot to my mouth and my eyes started to water. I thought I could die with no worries then. 

"_____." Italy got down on one knee, " Will you go to the carnival with me?"

"Of course!' I squealed with delight.

Italy go up and I hugged him with all my heart.

Japan and Germany appeared out of nowhere and applaauded.

"What?" I let go of Italy and yearned for an explation.

"It was all a plan." Italy smiled.

"Yes." Japan agreed.

Germany nodded.

"Japan told me that you liked me. And that gave me a sense of relief because I liked you too." Italy explained.

"You did?!" I said to Japan.

"Yeah, but it was beause I knew that Italy liked you before that."

"So, we decided to set up a plan, where you go eat ice cream, go down one of the paths to school, and either meet me at the city street, or Italy in the woods." Germany continued.

"If you went to the city street, Germany was going to take you to school so Italy could confess." Japan finished.

"But, you went to the woods path. And I was worried because you didn't appear for such a long time." Italy winked knowing that I knew the rest of the story.

I blushed deeply, "thank you!"

"No, thank you. now Italy won't cling to me anymore." Germany said sarcastically.

"What! No! Germany, I will always annoy you!" Italy whined.

"I was just joking." Germany muttered.

"Oh, we should go now." Italy took my hand, " I have a special place to take you to at the carnival.

"A special place?"

"Mhmm."

"Have fun!" Japan smiled.

I'm going on a date with Italy! I'm going on a date with Italy! I sang to myself. I wonder what special place he is going to take me to?


TO BE CONT!!!!!! THERE IS STILL A NEXT PART! iT WILL BE: "Pasta: The string of love (End)" thank you!


Topics: hetalia, love, story, italy, pasta, noms
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