Italy had his music pumping into his ears while enjoying the warmth of the sun under his favourite oak tree. He had just finished what was a very intense soccer game with his brother and his brothers boyfriend and instead of going back inside decided that it was a nice enough day to stay outside. He was thinking about everything and nothing while staring blankly at the flowers that covered the field. He had just begun to think he should go inside when his favourite song (Shut up and dance by Walk the Moon) came on. He quickly pressed pause so he could take the earphone jack out of his phone and turn the volume up so he could dance to the song. He placed his phone on the ground in the dirt at the very base of the tree, the volume as loud as it would go, and pressed play. (Italy liked to think that he was the best dancer ever, even though his dancing could be classified as 'constructive flailing'.)

******magical cut to Germany******

Germany had decided to surprise his boyfriend in his hometown as they hadn't seen each other in a couple of months due to an excessive amount of work that Germany had to get through. He had already decided on when he would go to Italy's when Spain told him that he and Romano would be visiting Feli at the same time. That shouldn't be too big of a problem, unless... well unless Romano calls me 'potato bastard' again. Sooner then he knew Germany was on a plane to Italy, palms sweating and butterflies in his stomach at the thought of seeing his boyfriend again. Only hours later Germany was standing in the same field that the Vargas brothers and Spain had just played soccer in. the same field that his adorable boyfriend was dancing like a maniac in.

Germany decided to take a moment to watch Feliciano dance before he surprised him. He could hear Feli's favourite song faintly drifting on the breeze towards him. Although he was on the complete opposite side of the field he could see Feliciano as if he was standing right in front of him. He could see the stubborn curl, his beautiful eyes and soft lips. All the parts of him that Germany loved to death although he would never admit it to any of the other countries. He would only tell Feli this so as to maintain his tough guy façade; he wanted no one else to see him how his beloved Feliciano saw him. Germany was too lost in thought to realise that the song was almost over, I better move if I vant to surprise Italy.

****** back to Italy*******

Italy was too absorbed in his dancing to notice the crunching noises in the field behind him as his German boyfriend made his way through the grassy field towards him. Italy could feel the slight breeze on his skin as he danced and sung as hard as he could, not caring if he sounded or looked good. He was so lost in the music that nothing else mattered. It took Feli a while to realise that the song had stopped and that the voice singing was deeper and softer then the hyped up voice in the song. He turned around to see Germany standing in the shade of the oak tree decked out in his black singlet and work pants (and boots), singing as loudly as he could.

A smile as big as the Cheshire cats broke out on Feli's face as he ran with newfound energy, straight into the arms of the strong, well-built Germans arms. Ludwig fell to the ground with surprise as Feli landed on top of him.