You are Italy. A silly and loud idiot.

As you were walking down the street, you suddenly met Germany, your friend. Your face immediately lit up with happiness and, running towards him, you waved both hands in greeting as he looked at you a bit bewildered.

"Germany, good morning! Hug me, hug me!!"

You moved closer to him, now trying to reach him by standing on your tiptoes since he was too tall. He's 8 centimeters taller than you... your legs are almost breaking and you whine, in desperation.

"Hug... hug... hug..."

He looks at you with an awkward smile before sighing and bending down towards you.

"Alright, alright..."

After that, he lightly kisses you on one cheek and then the other.