Hey guys! So this is an idea I had for my favorite crack pairing Germany/Ukraine. I know not many (in fact, maybe no one but me...) ships these two, but whatever. If you are reading this, please enjoy and don't flame me too hard!

Disclaimer: I own Poland.

Poland: Like, Eh?

Jk, I own nothing.

It was that time again. The mandatory U.N. Meeting, this time held in the United States of- "FUCK YEAH!" - America. The day was sunny, the board room was stuffy, and Germany sat at the front of the table, as usual. What was unusual, however, was that he wasn't speaking. He was too distracted...

As he had stood at the beginning of the meeting, rambling as he always did at these things, he did a full sweep of the room. He had mentally checked everyone accounted for (except for Canada. He never seemed to be there...) when he saw her.

It wasn't as if he hadn't seen her before. She had always been there between her brother and sister, looking at her hands and rarely speaking unless spoken to. Because of this fact, she must have become little more than invisible, which he thought now as he looked at her seemed close to impossible. With a slight blush, he glanced down at her... rather large chest. He wondered how in the world she moved around...

He shook his head and looked back up at her face. Though her eyes were downcast, he could see they were blue, maybe a little darker than his own. Her mouth was set in a small smile and the yellow headband and berets didn't help her blond-almost-white bangs stay out of her face. He did his best to hide it, but he kept an intense gaze set on her. He swore on his life that he had seen her somewhere else before...

And so he sat through America's crazy new idea about nuclear penguin bombs ("Its brilliant! You just strap them on and let them FLY!"), England's complete rejection of it ("Penguins can't fly you fast-food eating moron."), and the great fist-fight that ensued over it trying to figure out where exactly he knew her from.

He was jolted from his musing suddenly by a small hand on his sleeve. He glanced over to see Italy looking at him with concern.

"The meeting's over, Doitsu. Are you okay?"

The blonde nation blinked a few times, then sighed as he stood and patted his little friend on the head. "I'm fine, Italy. I'm just going to... take a walk before going back to the hotel."

The Italian's face lit up instantly at hearing this. "OK! Take your time! See you back in the room!"

Germany nodded and watched as Italy skipped away, pausing only once to smile shyly at someone he couldn't see. He sighed again, gathered his things, and left.

Germany sat on a bench in the park near the U.N. Building, looking out onto the pond. He knew he shouldn't really care where he had seen before, but it was driving him completely mad.

His brow furrowed as he glared into the water. Was she an old girlfriend of Prussia's? No, he would've remembered being humiliated by his stupid older brother in front of her. An ally from a previous war? No, he would've definitely remembered that. He continued to wrack his brain furiously. Maybe he dated her?...

okay, that theory almost made him laugh. Of all the things Germany did do, dating was not one of them. It wasn't as that he wasn't attracted to anyone. There were a few possibilities, but it was just that he didn't really know how to... talk to girls.

He let out a frustrated breath and glanced at his watch. He had been there for hours. Rubbing his eyes, he stood and began walking in the direction of the hotel. Italy was probably wondering where he was about now...

He stood in front of the hotel room and pulled out the card-key. As he slid it through the lock, he thought he heard something like a feminine giggle from the other side of the door. He turned the knob and walked in-

"What in the- OHMYGOTT!"

"D-Doistu!" Italy cried, jumping up from the bed. He was bare-chested, his hair was messed up, and his face was bright red as he stared shocked at him. On the bed, a shapeless blonde girl squeaked and attempted to cover her underwear clad body. Germany blinked as he recognized her.

"S-Switzerland's sister?-"

"Doitsu, I can explain-" Italy said flailing his arms wildly around. In his flailing, he accidentally hit the bedside table, knocking over a stack of magazines to the floor.

Germany's eyes widened when he realized WHICH magazines they were. He hastily went over, shoved Italy out of the way and began to pick them up, hoping that the two younger nations didn't see what they were. Italy continued to ramble aimlessly, Liechtenstein continued to lie mortified on the bed, and Germany reached for the last magazine, which had fallen open.

Suddenly He froze when he looked at the page. On it was a young woman in a close-to-nothing milkmaid outfit that looked like it was on the verge of ripping off of her extremely busty body. Her hair was short and held in a yellow headband, the Blond-almost-white bangs falling over her just slightly darker than his blue eyes...

"Mein Gott..." he whispered, staring at the page with shock.

"-and then it spilled on her and we tried cleaning it off-"

Italy's oblivious ranting brought Germany back to the current situation. He stood up, magazines tucked safely under his arm, and gave Italy a look that shut him up quick.

"Take her home. NOW."

His command came out strong and threatening and the Italian didn't need to be told twice. In a second Italy helped Liechtenstein into her dress and led her out the door. When they had left, Germany sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, looking at the picture.

Well, now he knew where he knew her from. But now, he really wish he didn't...

R&R please!