a/n: the first paragraph is written weird, sorry 'bout that. also, the italicized parts are Germany's thoughts. Enjoy!
Italy brought over old vinyls to play on the old record player kept in the ballroom of Germany's house. While he played with it, Germany had gone to find his own old records. Returning with only one record, the blond found Italy waltzing around the room. Suddenly embarrassed, he cleared his throat loudly. Italy, unfazed, spun on his heel and ran to the taller country, laughing and singing as he went. He grabbed Germany's left hand with his right while pulling Germany's other hand to his waist. Without missing a beat, Italy placed his left hand on his friend's shoulder and began to waltz. At Germany's horrified look, he giggled and said that America was having a masquerade ball at Britain's place, and there was dancing. Germany opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say; Italy leaned forward and asked breathily, "Would you like to go with me?"
*Hetalia!*
With a start, Germany woke up. What the hell was that? He glanced around his dark room and checked the grandfather clock in the corner for the time. It began to chime four o'clock; two hours before his alarm was set for. He sighed. This was not the first time he had woken up from a strange dream involving Italy. Unfortunately, despite having asked the other countries (not Italy) for help, he still had no idea what the dreams meant.
His sharp blue eyes closed for a moment, but opened again when he realized he wouldn't be sleeping anymore that night. With a heaving sigh, Germany pushed back his bedsheets and sat up. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up. As he dressed, he thought about the dreams. Maybe I am gay, like that dummkopf of an older brother of mine often teases. He pulled a blue cap over his messy hair, and walked to the kitchen, too distracted to put on a jacket over his black tank top or shoes on his bare feet.
Walking across the cool tiled floor, he noticed a box of tea sitting on the counter. Scrawled across the top was "Hoping this will calm your nerves. Don't worry, I didn't spike it with opium. – England". Germany inspected the box; it was filled with jasmine teabags. May as well try it. He carried it to the stove, got out a mug and put a bag in, then searched his cupboards for a kettle. Finding an old black one, he filled it with water and placed it on a burner. Grabbing a chair, he settled his muscular form in the middle of the kitchen to wait for the water to boil.
*Hetalia!*
Germany began to doze off as he waited. The kettle began to shrill loudly, startling him. Dummkopf. Sleeping on the watch? He smiled to himself and poured the water into his mug. A soft flowery aroma floated from the tea, seeping into him.
He took a quick sip, unsure if he'd like it. To his surprise, the taste was sweet and soothing. For the next hour or so, he sat uncharacteristically quiet. Around five fifteen, a cup and a half later, Germany decided he would try to sleep until six.
He quickly washed the kettle and the mug, as well as the counter and stovetop. Leaving everything to air dry, he walked back into his bedroom, pulling off his shirt and cap as he walked. The country left the lights out and climbed back into bed.
*Hetalia!*
*Bleep* *Bleep* *Bleep*
Germany's alarm blared sharply, jolting him out of sleep. He leaned over and pushed the 'off' button, then sat up and pulled back his bedsheets. Lying in bed next to him, still sound asleep, was Italy, who was woken rudely by a yell and "What the hell are you doing here?!"