Italy was more than a little happy. "Do you want to go do something romantic and snuggle." He was so happy.

Germany laughed "perhaps the romantic first Italy.... Dinner or something... After we get you cleaned an patched up."

He nodded. "Ok! That sounds good." He was getting squirmy. "You're my very first date ever!" He squeaked.

"same here" he stood up and walked Italy to the bathroom so he could patch up his knees. "where did you even trip?" he asked as e got down the peroxide and bandages.

Italy giggled. "Before I got out the door the first time, and then another time when I got outside." He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed sillily.

"your so clumsy..." he opened the peroxide "now... This might sting... A lot..." he poured some on the first knee

Italy whined as the stuff stung his knee. "Oww." He grabbed Germany's hand. "That hurt." He whined.

"I'm sorry Italy.. Theres only one more little douse left..." he frowned while he cleaned the wound.

He was still whining and all. He closed his eyes and his lip twitched as he came close to crying. "Make it stop."

Germany leaned up and kissed Italy's cheek. "almost done. He quickly doused the other knee and cleaned it with military precision. "There. Done"

Italy calmed a bit and whipped his eyes. "Can we eat the pasta we cooked earlier?" he asked.

"of course. We can Italy. We did make it after all..." he put the medical materials up and looked to Feliciano.

Feliciano looked back at him and smiled. "What?"

"I said we can eat the pasta silly" he laughed

"No, why were you looking at me like that?" He wanted to kiss Germany, but kept his distance, wishing to be innocent when his first kiss was taken.

"oh, waitin for you to et up so we can go get some of the pasta." he laughed softly. "or are you no longer hungry?"

Italy ran to the kitchen. "FOOD!"

Germany laughed and followed after Italy.

He took a bite of the food an chewed. "Mmm tis is gud!" he said with a mouthful.

Germany laughed. "It is?" he walked over with a fork and tried a bite. "It really is!" He laughed once more. "What do you know?"

Italy was grinning at Germany goofily. "We made German Italian food!" He danced around the kitchen.

Germany watched Italy dance. He had to admit, it was pretty damn cute. "Yes we did."

Italy stepped up onto Germany's shoes and held his hands. "Dance with me." He insisted. He looked into Germany's face, smiling up at him.

"Dance?" He laughed. "Alright then." he started to dance carefully with the Italian, not wanting to make him lose his balance.

Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's neck and leaned close to him, burying his face into Germany's neck.