[RL with Germany]

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Italy was not good at confrontations. And not just of the war variety, where he would end up shrieking and running away. He was bad at talking person-to-person about things that were sad or upsetting or awkward, even when it was somebody he knew well. The fact that he had finally made himself do this was a testament to how long he'd waited to say something, even though his stomach was aching with the stress of doing this.

Still. He was going to talk to Germany. About them. About how he felt, about Germany's reactions to...pretty much everything. His hesitation and awkwardness towards everything doing with the two of them being together.

He knocked on the door to Germany's house nervously, almost half-hoping Germany was busy.