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Rated: T
० ღ Germany x Fem!Italy० ღ
"Germany, Germany, Germaaaaaaaaany~"
The instant he heard her voice, the migraine hit immediately, "Vhat is it this time, Italia?" Germany glanced up from his coffee and promptly fell off said chair, hitting his face and chin on the table as Germany then hit the ground, grumbling something his breath that could only be explained as swearing.
"Germany!" Italy smiled widely and innocently, as he just assumed because normal women usually didn't change in front of men, and yet she was almost stark naked in front of him, the only piece of clothing were a pair of panties with the Italian flag colours, "Ludwig," Feliciana, much to his horror (and arousal), lifted up a bra and gave him that damning idiotic smile that secretly made his heart race a little faster, "I have no idea to put this this one!"
Germany almost fell to the ground due to Italy's stupidity, yet cleared his throat and held his composure (though his face was definitely blushing), "That is a bra, it goes around your ... breasts." The last word was barely audible, but Italy heard it anyway.
"Ludwig, put this on for me, please?" Germany cursed in his mind when Italy decided to give him that puppy-dog look that he could never resist.
Italy quickly flipped around, her ponytail bouncing with the motion along with some other... more noticeable parts of her chest.
Germany sighed, feeling some warm gather in his groin area, but ignored it for now, "Lift up your arms." He said, as Italy immediately did so, Germany closed his eyes, feeling the pleasant heat of standing right behind the Italian girl.
"Is this how it's done?" Feliciana grinned, not even reacting when Ludwig's reluctant hands cupped her breasts so he could slide them carefully into the bra in the correct position, "That wasn't hard at all!" And with that, he snap the clips in places.
"There, done." Ludwig quickly distanced himself from Feliciana, feeling his face heat up as the blood pooled down lower. He refused to meet Italy's golden eyes and was caught off his surprise when Italy suddenly embraced his back.
"Thank you, Ludwig! Ti amo!" She declared with a grateful grin, "And since you helped me, I will help you... with whatever you want!" And with, Italy grabbed Germany by the hand and forcibly led him into an emptied room.
"Hmmph," Green eyes rolled as Romana huffed, "The plan did work... but why does my dumb little sister want to like a Potato-Bastard like him?"
She quickly proceeded to leave the area when noises that suspiciously like moans, groans, and "LUDWIG! Ti amo! Ti amo!" began to fill the air.
No way was she listening to that!