Heyya People um this is my first fanfic so please be kind on me Plus it's for my best friend in the world Doitsu! There will be seven parts to this each with a different theme. Please R&R

Italy smiled as he slunk upstairs to the bedroom. The bed looked more inviting than a hard training session with Germany. Pulling the covers back, Italy slipped into the bed. Chuckling happily Italy rolled around in the bed getting comfortable. "ITALIAN!" A strong voice called out.

"eep" Italy shivered, pushing himself down to the end of the bed trying to make himself invisible.

"Italian vhere are you?" The voice questioned softer now. "Don't Vorry." Italy froze, thinking, deciding the man wouldn't do anything now his voice was calmer. Shuffling towards the edge of the bed Italy popped his head out from under the covers.

"Ve. Hello Doitsu." The German frowned.

"Vhere are you supposed to be Italian?"

"Um…training…" The Italian smiled innocently. Germany hummed his disapproval. He reached out his hand to pull the Italian out from the bed but his fingers accidentally brushed the curl protruding from the Italian's head. Italy moaned lightly causing the German to retract his hand. "Italy?"

"Germany…" Italy whimpered. Curiosity got the better of the German. Taking the curl in between his fingers he began to rub it gently with his forefinger and thumb. The Italian began to blush furiously and moan louder. "Germany...S-Stop." his breathing strained. Germany Smirked. "Not until you apologised for not showing for training .ly." With each pause the German made he tugged lightly on the curl for emphasis.

The Italian squeaked as it was pulled. Suddenly the Italian's hips began to convulse sharply. Letting go quickly the German looked down on the Italian.

"Sorry Germany. I'm Sorry." The Italian sobbed.

After a few minutes the Italian began to calm himself down.

"Sorry Italy. The german said solemly as he stroked the Italian's head gently.

"Mm... That's nice Doitsu." Italy nuzzled the German's hand.

"So..um...Vaht just happened?"

"Um...I..." Italy whispered the rest in Germany's ear.

"You came?" The German said in surprise. Italy nodded.

Germany let his head fall in his hands.

"Ve Germany? Can we have pasta for dinner?" Italy asked excitedly. The German nodded.

"Anything you vant Italy."

"Ve. Thank you Doitsu" The Italian gave Germany a peck on the cheek and ran down to the kitchen to start cooking. German sat there frozen, sighing, he shook his head in despair. 'Vhat am i'm going to do vith him.' He thought.