I'd Lie

Hey, it's cake-error here~ Decided to write a song fic to one of the two Taylor Swift songs I'll ever willingly listen to. The lyrics were changed to fit the story, so please don't hurt me! *cowers* I excised an entire paragraph-please, don't shoot me!-and I changed some words because Germany likes to be grammatically correct. I think. *hides while waving white flag*

Enjoy, and if you feel like wasting more of your time on little old me, review. ^-^

Oh yeah, and it's fem!Germany. Sorry.

Germany was content to follow the pasta loving freak. It wasn't that bad, after all. They went everywhere…including this random meadow. She wrapped her arms around her knees; it was cold.

Taking out her diary-no, observation journal!-she started to write.

I don't think the passenger seat has ever looked this good to me. He tells me about his night, and I count the colors in his eyes. And true enough, Italy was babbling on about a dream he had. She stared at his eyes, open for once, beautiful layers of amber and gold.

He'll never fall in love again he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair. I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong. I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile, but I know all his favorite songs. She looked up from her writing, at his blissful face, as he looked up at the sky.

And I could tell you, his favorite color's green, he hates to argue, born on the seventeenth. His sister's beautiful. South Italy was indeed pretty, but that wasn't the point!

He has his father's eyes. Or was it grandfather? They weren't really genetically related anyway.

And if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.

He stands there then walks away, my god if I could only say I'm holding every breath for you...

He'd never tell you but he can play guitar. I think he can see through everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up is my god he's beautiful. How could she think of anything else? She woke up and only had to turn her head to see him. So I put on my makeup, and pray for a miracle.

Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green, he hates to argue oh and it kills me, if you asked me if I love him, if you asked me if I love him, I'd lie.

"Germany?"

"Yes, Italien?"

"What are you writing?"

"…nothing." She shut the book and set it on the ground beside her.

I feel the urge to continue this in another chapter. What do you think?