Germany x Italy

For a hecking n00b I know this isn't for real real, just for play play

Germany couldn't take it. It's so hard to say it, so darling let's face it, these feelings that he's having cannot be ignored. So it had to be done. Germany had to go see Italy, his one and only. But first, he had to purchase items to make the italian swoo so Germany could vore him all night! Think, what do italians love? Food...ah, food, ladies, food, wine, reatreating, babes, getting drunk, being hairy... and that's about it! Oh, and nice cars.

So Germany went out of his way to get italian food, made with love (from a can). Expencive wine from a box- I mean... box shaped bottle. And finally, he dressed like a lady, he wore a wonderful, lacey bra, with a sexxxy frilly dress, and footsies. It made him feel pretty. Once that was done, he went to Italy's knocked on the door, and the magic began.

"Hallo Italy, do me," Germany spoke. Thankfully enough, Italy missed what he said and spoke "Wha?" "I mean... do me... a favor... and eat this past with me?" "okie dokey!" And with that said they tottled into the dinning room and began to gorge on pasta flesh. Italy began to speak with his mout full of past endtrails, "So Germany, why are you dressed like a girl?" Germany relplied "I perfer the word 'miss' thank you, and I'm dressed like a miss because..." Germany couldn't be so straight forward with his so delicatly devised plot! He had to fabricate a bit "because... it makes me feel like a beautiful schmetterling! DO YOU LOVE MY INNER BEAUTY?!" Germany shouted as pasta flew out of his mouth and all over the room. "You're always fabuloso mia bella!" Italy said, smearing pasta off his face.

Dinner was finnished, and they sat on the couch, sipping on boxed wine. Italy got shitfaced. "Germany... we should play spin the bottle..." "But we don't have a bottle! Or enough people to play..." Italy babbled "It's ok! We can use the box!" Italy spun the box, (which hardly spun an inch,) and the nozzle pointed at a lamp "heehee~ I got a hot chick!" Italy cooed as he lept for the lamp, and began to sloppily kiss it. Germany sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to be with Italy now! So while Italy was distacted, he pulled out his phone and googled ways to get down with Italy-kun right now. He turned the box twords him and spoke in his sexy man voice, "Oh Italy~..." Italy paused from his passionate moment with the lamp to look at Germany. Germany pointed at the box and made a kissy kiss face. Italy blushed "Germany... It's lamps turn to spin the box though!" Italy placed the lamp on top of the table for it to spin the box.

After about 30 minutes, Germany couldn't take it, he pushed the box and lamp off of the table and threw Italy on it, placed his lips on his and began to rip out his tounge- i mean, kiss him. Italy was breathless after they broke from their kiss "G-G-Germany..." Italy stuttered like a complete useless moron, like himself. Germany softly spoke, "be my ferari, I want to shove my key in you. Up your bunghol. And they did the nasty

THE END