It had started slow. Sweet and Romantic. Italy sighed into the kiss as he felt Germany strong arms encase around him. How many years of sexual tension had he had to endure before he could enjoy this moment with Germany? How many nights had he laid next to Germany wishing to give Germany all the love a passion Italy was known for? Too long, far too long in Italy mind. Germany broke briefly for a moment allowing both of them to breath, giving Italy a look that made Italy want to melt, or simply roll over and do whatever he wanted. He loved Germany but above that he trusted him. He loved and trusted him in a way that he hadn't allowed himself since a little boy in a black cape had left Austria's house for war and Italy had yelled how he truly felt to the boy. Italy put his arms around Germany's neck as the moon peeked through the curtains and made the German's pale skin almost glow. Germany pushed Italy back onto the bed still keeping Eye contact with him, slowly rubbing his hands up and down the smaller Italian's arms.

"Oh Italy, you look so fragile, what if a break you?" A slight blush dusting the German's perfect features.

"You won't, I trust you." Italy said, eyes open wide smiling up at his German 'prince', his German fairytale.

The German man slowly to kiss Italy, starting at his lips, moving on to his cheeks and leaving a trial of kisses down his jaw and neck, creating a path down his chest and stomach and farther. Italy shuttered with anticipation. How long? How long had he wanted and craved this? Was it after WWI? If not surely it had begun during WWII. Or was it when that boy in the black cape hadn't returned? It didn't matter and right now with Germany loving him like he had always wanted to and saying his name.

"Italy….."

"Italy? "

"Italy."

"ITALY"

"Repubblica italiana! Are you listining?"

"ITALY! MY GOD WAKE UP!"

Italy jumped with a start and looked into his German prince, who was standing at a podeium tapping his foot impatiently as his face turned red from an emotion that definaitly probably wasn't lust. Well. Damn. Just a dream. A good Dream. Well, after he had calmed Germany maybe he could suggest some activities to get his fairy tale started.

A/N so here is anpther one of the fanfictions I owe you. Hope you like! (please don't kill me)