" Veeee Germany look at my skirt!"
Germany turned around to see Italy wearing a white, button down shirt, and a plaid, knee lengh, skirt with high heel black boots.
Oh Mien Gott
"What ze hell are you wearing!!!!???" He shouted.
"Poland lent me some clothes, so I thought I might try them on," Italy excitedly waved his arms about. "Is it cool Germany? What do you think?"
The blonde nation felt himself blush. Yes, the Italian did look incredibly ridiculous in women's attire but at the same time, it wasn't. There was something about that skirt, that made those boyish hips seem smooth, that made those thin legs looked shaped to perfection, that was...quite attractive. The skirt seemed to fit Italy's feminine qualities. Germany stared at his friend,he felt his cheeks turn warm. Italy was so...was so...
"You look really cute."
Italy let out a squeal and glomped Germany, who still blushing, very surprised, held Italy just as tightly.
" Graize" Italy rested his head on Germany's chest.
"You...you look adorable today. That skirt suits you," Germany tried to say this matter of factly, but found that he couldn't hide the emotions in his voie. His thick fingers ran through Italy's soft, brown, hair. The two backed up and Italy smiled.
"You want to get some ice cream?" Germany asked.
Germany put his arm around Italy. They walked outside, into the sunny day. Ah Italy. That cute little Italy.