Italy x Coesfeld - Love you more then pasta!

Coesfeld watched the meeting in front of her. Though…she couldn’t really call this a meeting because all anyone was doing was fighting, yelling, or just staying quiet as all the chaos unfolded itself in front of her.

Coesfeld sighed but smiled through all the dramatic fighting. Sure, it was loud and annoying but it was fun to see everyone get so worked up over nothing, seeing all her friends even thought they were fighting, being together, happy and teasingly. She knew that everyone had things against each other but she all knew they didn’t hate each other, just showed their bonding in strange ways.

Coesfeld watched as her brothers, Germany and Prussia, get annoyed (Germany) or laughing (Prussia), and the fights and threats around them.

She giggled softly to herself. Yes, she wasn’t a country but she was a German city, kind of like Hong Kong. Germany would take her with him and her other brother Prussia, to the meetings. She would always get excited to come and got more excited when she saw Italy.

One thing she loved to do was to see Italy. It was true; she did have a crush on him, ever since they first met, which was when Germany introduced him to her in the war. But she knew that he properly wouldn’t feel the same so never said anything so that she wouldn’t jeopardise their friendship. The only people who knew were her brothers.

Prussia would keep going on and on about how she should take the first move and just ask him out. Which she would always reply with ‘But what happens if he doesn’t feel the same?’ or ‘I don’t want to ruin our friendship…’

Germany however, wouldn’t nag on like Prussia, but encourage her in small ways, and to take it easy and to tell her when she felt ready. Which she would always smile and feel better afterwards.

Coesfeld looked over to Italy, she couldn’t help but giggle happily at what she saw. Like always, Italy was smiling away happily, waving his white flag quickly and smoothly, going on about pasta or screaming to Germany to help him if the people who were fighting got to close.

Coesfeld knew that Italy was not one to fight, or one to yell. He was a peaceful yet a happy person. He just wanted to make pasta not war. She remembered how people would pick on him for that, and they call him a wimp but in her eyes, he could NEVER be a wimp. He was able to go through all those fights when he was younger, and he was able to protect the world from an alien invasion (It’s hard to explain), so how could THAT be wimpy?

Coesfeld smiled, as she got lost in her own thoughts, thoughts of Italy and the times they spent together. They were always cheerful and fun. It would be like a little paradise.

Coesfeld soon snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Germany’s yell from across the table. Even thought she was at the end and Germany was at the front, she could still hear his yell so clearly and it was loud!

“VHAT IS ENOUGH!!” Germany yelled through the entire meeting room, an enraged expression on his face, and a mad tone in his voice.

Everyone soon (almost lightning speed) sat down and stopped whatever they were doing, some showing true terror to the furious German.

“Finally…” Germany sighed, trying to calm himself down from the sudden outrage, putting the palm of his hand on his forehead.

“Now let’s-“

Before he could even finish, the alarm that was set for when the meeting should finish went off. Showing that the meeting had finished…with no improvement from before. But then again…there never really IS any improvement when it comes to these things.

Everyone quickly rushed out; some (like America) ran out the room shouting reliefs or prayers, others (like England) walking out with an annoyed face and a sigh soon followed. Others walked out normally or happily, then others annoyed or relieved. Either way, they all left with the same exact thought.

Finally. It’s over.

Coesfeld picked up her bag that she brought with her and started walking to the door, saying some goodbyes to people walking out the doors as she soon followed.

“Wait!”

Coesfeld turned round to see a smiling Italian behind her, Italy.

“I was-a wondering if you want to-a join me at this-a café downtown?” asked the cheerful Italian, smiling at Coesfeld with his eyes closed and his curl bouncing.

Coesfeld couldn’t help but let a small giggle escape her lips. “I would love to Italy! When do you want to go?”

“How about-a now?” asked Italy, still having his radiant smile plastered on his face.

Coesfeld smiled as much as Italy and nodded her head happily and eagerly, “Sure!”

~Time skip brought to you by pasta~

“Hola Italy and Coesfeld!” came a cheery voice. Coesfeld looked up to see a smiling Spanish man. That man was Spain.

“Guten tag Spain…but I didn’t know you owned a restaurant?” Coesfeld asked, looking round the busy café. Her eyes scanning the cafe and all its glory.

It was a very elegant yet modern café. It had mahogany counters and tables with a set of well hand-made carved chairs. The people who served were cheerful and happy, while the food looked tasty and well made. The carpet was a nice shade of red and the walls were a gentle colour of yellow. Coesfeld thought for moments of why they used those two colours often and then realised they were the colours of the Spanish flag. The windows were square but pretty with its little bird shape carvings on them. It sure was a nice café.

“Well, I opened the café up a while ago but now it’s started to becoming really popular!” answered Spain, looking around his café and smiling at his success.

Coesfeld just nodded as her response, still looking around the café with her eyes.

“Ve~ Spain can we-a have a table?” asked the smiling Italian that Coesfeld nearly forgot about, after looking at this extravagant café.

“Of course! Follow me!” Spain said, smiling as he walked to a table. Coesfeld and Italy followed suit.

They went through the small crowded room of people who were eating, into another room, which had only five people in it. Spain walked over to a table in the corner.

It had two chairs on either side, and was made by a most beautiful colour of mahogany. There was a small red cloth over the table to make it look more presentable. There was a small glass vase in the middle of the table, which had a red rose in it. The seating was next to a window, which you could see out of it, a lovely scenery. It was a small forest from a distance, which had the colour of the sky reflecting down on it. The sky was a beautiful colour of light blue with the clouds surrounding it, making it look like little marshmallows (the clouds, not the sky).

Spain put the menus on the table and pulled out the chair for Coesfeld, she bowed in gratitude and sat down on the pulled out chair. Spain moved Coesfeld’s chair in, and went to do the same with Italy.

After they both sat down, Spain went off so they could decide what to eat.

They both picked up the menus and looked through it, scanning the pages and flipping through it if they didn’t find anything that they liked.

“So Italy…vhy did you invite me to dinner?” asked Coesfeld, still scanning the menus. Sure, she knew that they were friends and they went out a lot, but she was still curious.

Now, if she were looking at Italy she would have been able to see the small pink tinted on his cheeks.

“Oh, I thought it-a would be nice!” Italy replied, smiling but looking at his menu to disguise his small blush.

Coesfeld nodded as she found something that looked interesting, it was wursts and mashed potatoes. She wondered why that was on the menu but she decided not to question it.

Spain came back with two glasses and a jug of water. He put them on the table gently and poured some water into each glass for them, and handed them over.

“Have you decided on what you would like?” Spain asked, getting his pen and notepad out.

“Pasta please!” Italy said, smiling happily and charmingly.

Italy then whispered to Spain to Coesfled’s confusion. Spain smiled after Italy had spoken and wrote it down on his notepad. He picked up the menus and walked off.

“H-hey! I haven’t ordered yet!” Coesfeld yelled quietly, making sure not to be too loud so people wouldn’t stare.

“Ve~Don’t-a worry belle! I have ordered for-a the both of us!” Italy reassured Coesfeld, still smiling happily.

Coesfeld opened her mouth, ready to ask how he knew what she wanted or why he ordered for her, but just gave up and didn’t bother. She closed her mouth and took a sip of her water. She was still wondering why Italy did that, but decided not to think through it too much. He properly knew what she wanted to order because they were such good friends. That’s all she could think of anyway.

After waiting and chatting with Italy, Spain came back with a big plate of pasta. He smiled to both of them and put the pasta in the middle of the table. He put two knives and two forks on the table and left them alone.

“Pasta?” questioned Coesfeld, looking at the big plate load of pasta with tomato pasta sauce and margarita cheese, with a sprinkle of herbs.

“Pasta!” the Italian replied, picking up his knife and fork and starting to eat the pasta.

Coesfeld looked at Italy and then looked at the pasta. She guessed that Italy must have ordered this for the both of them but why? She shook it off and picked up her knife and fork and started eating the pasta as well.

After a lot of pasta eating, she picked up a piece of pasta and put it in her mouth, not noticing that Italy had picked up the other side of the piece of pasta. Coesfeld continued to ‘slurp’ the pasta into her mouth but it wouldn’t get shorter. She then moved in a little closer to the pasta to get it in her mouth. She kept getting closer…and closer…and closer…and smooch! Her lips had somehow managed to get onto Italy’s lips. She blushed madly at the sudden contact, and blushed even more when she felt Italy kiss her back. She soon melted into the kiss and kissed him back.

After a while of kissing they broke it because of this thing called ‘oxygen’.

Coesfeld blushed and looked down at her feet to avert Italy’s gaze, fiddling with her hands to distract herself.

Italy on the other hand, was smiling brightly and was as happy as can be. His plan worked! He knew watching the lady and the tramp (the Disney movie) would work after he used their pasta scene!

“I-I-I’m sorry…I-I didn’t mean-“ Coesfeld was cut off by Italy.

“I love you Coesfeld!” Italy’s eyes had opened up, which surprised her. She never had seen Italy’s eyes open before and instantly loved them. They were a beautiful shade of brown, shining with happiness and hope.

Coesfeld looked up in shock and amazement, still with her big blush on her face. But…Italy usually said that to anyone…but when she looked into his eyes, he saw true love in them, something you can’t just lie about.

“H-How much?” Coesfeld asked, she had to make sure this wasn’t just a trick or some prank or something.

“I love you more then pasta!” Italy replied smiling even more and not leaving his loving gaze away from Coesfeld.

Now, to some people being loved more then pasta wasn’t much, but when it came to Italy it was something so amazing and so honourable. That it was nearly impossible to even be loved MORE then pasta when it came to Italy.

Coesfeld knew that he wasn’t lying and smiled a gentle yet loving smile.

“I love you too~” she cooed, kissing him on the cheek with a small pink on her cheek.

Italy was so happy. The girl he loved, loved her back. This was the best moment in his life, even better then when he first tried pasta!