A/N: Well, here's my first fanfic, and to start with, an ItalyxGermany fic. I'll try and update regularly, k? I'll be on holiday on Monday for a week, so I'll try and update regularly until then. ^^

Title: Staziando

Pairing: GermanyxItaly

Rating: T

Chapter One : Prussia

"Germany! Germany!" Italy's shrill voice rang out through the room.

For a moment, the blonde man lying in bed ignored the brunette, but Italy was very, very hard to ignore for long. He burst into Germany's bedroom and ran over to the bed, shaking Germany by the side.

Germany waved a hand lazily at Italy and turned over to face away from him.

"Don't you have something else to do..?" Germany sighed.

"No, Germany, this is important!" Italy dashed around the bed to be in Germany's line of sight again. He proceeded to vigorously shake Germany again.

"What is it, dummkopf?" Germany gritted his teeth as his blue eyes flicked up towards Italy's panicking expression.

Italy swayed for a moment, letting go of Germany, before brandishing his hand and pointing a finger towards Germany. At first he seemed to be pointing at the man in bed, but Germany then realised that the tip of Italy's finger was cut.

Germany's expression fell and he rolled over again.

"Please, Germany, Japan wouldn't help me!"Italy sat on the bed and shook Germany once again. "Big brother France said I was going to die!"

Germany growled into his pillow. "You shouldn't listen to what that frog says."

"Germany! Germany!"

"Stop saying my name!" Germany rolled onto his back before sitting up, his messy bed hair flopping down. He flicked it out of his eyes and took Italy's hand. He looked at the tiny cut and sighed, before reaching into his bedside drawer and taking out a pack of plasters he kept there especially for cases such as this... always involving Italy of course. He stuck a plaster over the cut and pressed it down lightly.

"There. All better." Germany looked at Italy as he inspected his finger for any signs that it may drop off.

"Ah, grazie, Germany!" Italy grinned broadly and leapt at him, wrapping his arms around the strong man in a tight hug.

Germany froze and looked down at Italy for a moment. Slowly, a small smile appeared on his face and he placed his arms gently over Italy, in a sort of half-hug.

"Bitte schön..."

Half an hour later Germany was half dressed; his trousers on and his shirt slung over his shoulder. He was gelling back his hair when his 'Italy' senses started tingling. His eyes flicked up in the bathroom mirror over his shoulder and saw Italy half hidden behind the door, which was open.

"Ugh, what do you want?" Germany groaned.

Italy tensed.

"What?"

Italy sprang into fast speech. "Ijustwantedtosay-"

"Slow down!" Germany turned to look at him properly.

Italy involuntarily looked down at Germany's exposed chest.

"Uh, I'm up here." Germany sighed.

Italy's eyes snapped back up to Germany. "There's someone here for you, Germany, but I didn't know who it was, so I let him in..."

Germany clenched his teeth and growled, dashing past Italy while pulling his shirt on.

"Idiot!" Germany shouted back at him. Didn't he realise that they had very little allies right now? Hadn't Germany already banned Italy from letting anyone into the house that he didn't know?

Germany skidded into the living room and found a man about his size browsing a set of drawers. He had silver messy hair and when he turned, Germany saw those blood-red eyes.

Prussia grinned darkly.

"You're not even dressed." Prussia laughed. "Wow, I'm up and ready before you."

"Prussia..." Germany began buttoning up his shirt. "I didn't expect you until tomorrow."

"Yeah, well, change of plan." Prussia walked closer and mumbled. "By the way, the 'idiot' is listening in."

Germany glanced over his shoulder to see Italy trembling outside the door.

"You can come in, Italy." Germany told him. "Luckily for you, it wasn't one of the Allies."

Italy jumped violently when Germany spoke to him, before edging into the room and darting behind Germany. Prussia grinned and his scarlet eyes flashed menacingly.

"Italy, this is my older brother, Prussia." Germany pushed Italy in front of him.

Prussia bent his knees slightly to be eye level with Italy.

"My name's Gilbert Beilschmidt." Prussia smiled. "It's nice to finally meet the infamous Italy Veneziano. Ludwig told me so much about you."

Italy seemed to relax a little, although he seemed wary of Prussia's blood-red eyes. He also seemed nervous of Germany, stood behind him.

"Italy, I want you to go and train with Japan." Germany told him. Italy turned to look at him. He seemed a little disappointed. "I won't be with you today at all, so I will leave Japan in charge. Just..." Germany looked at Italy's face. He knew it was useless explaining this all to Italy, because it was going in one ear and out the other. Italy was looking at Germany, but that was all. "Just be good, and don't get into trouble."

Italy paused. "So what are you going to be doing, Germany?"

Germany glanced at Prussia, who looked between the two briefly. "Prussia and I will be discussing war tactics. I haven't spoken to him in a long time, so this is a rare opportunity."

"But Germany..." Italy sighed loudly. "I thought me and Japan were your friends..."

"You are..." Germany groaned. "But this is important."

There was a moment of silence, in which Italy stared desperately at Germany, waiting for him to cave in, Germany looked sideways, away from Italy, and Prussia folded his arms and looked between the two.

Eventually, Prussia coughed. "Well, come on, West, I thought you wanted to start quickly." Prussia grinned at Germany as the blonde man looked at his brother. "You caught me in a rare motivated mood."

Germany nodded before glancing at the shorter brunette man who was still sadly looking at him. "Italy, go outside, Japan is waiting for you."

Italy hovered, before looking absolutely defeated, turning on his heel, and trudging silently out of the room.

"Wow that was harsh." Prussia smiled.

"He's just clingy." Germany replied. "He'll be fine later."

Italy wailed into Japan's shoulder, his words muffled and slurred into a mesh of sounds.

Japan, uncomfortable with Italy suddenly hugging him and burying his head into Japan's shoulder, froze, before patting his head and pushing him back. Italy latched back on quickly.

"Wh-why isn't he spending time with us?" Italy sobbed. "Doesn't he like us anymore?"

Japan cleared his throat and pushed Italy back again and this time Italy stayed where he was.

"It's only one day," Japan explained. "He's probably just busy."

"But, but!" Italy flailed his hands wildly. "He said he hasn't seen Mr Prussia for a long time! That means they aren't really friends, right? Right?"

"They're brothers," Japan folded his arms and looked sideways. "You don't see France much, hai?"

"N-no..."

"Well, you're still family, and you care about him, right?"

"S-sì..."

"Well, then, it's just a family reunion. Germany probably doesn't want you..."

Italy looked at Japan expectantly.

"Erm... he probably doesn't want you... I mean..." Japan swallowed. "He might just want to see Prussia without you... or us... interrupting."

"But I can be quiet!" Italy protested. "Look, look! I'll be quiet now..."

Italy screwed up his eyes in concentration and held his breath. Japan raised a brow, and within seconds, Italy let out a long breath and dropped to his knees.

"I can't do it..."

Japan smiled slightly. "Come on, we should go for a run or something."

Italy looked up at Japan. "O-ok..."

A/N: Ooh, so what do you think? I'll update ASAP!