Hello! I highly recommend that you listen to the song One by U2 if you want to get a feel for the song they dance to. Or, just read the lyrics. I feel like they relate in many ways to the relationship they have in the story. That's where they whole idea came from anyway. Plus it's a great song.
And I re-wrote this chapter. I'm sorry, but I didn't really like the way the first one came out. But I personally like this one much better. I hope you enjoy it as well. And for those of you who were following before I changed the rating from T to M, I will have warnings on the chapters containing graphic sex scenes. And you wont miss anything if you decide to skip those chapters. Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)
It had been a couple of months since Germany and Italy have spoken to each other. True, they had spoken at meetings, and discussed matters on a professional level, but they have never truly been the same since the Valentines Day incident.
Germany knew he liked Italy, a lot. And after that day he could no longer push his feelings aside any longer and embraced his crush on the adorable nation. Italy, however, was confused beyond all measure. He spent months examining his feelings towards Germany. He wasn't sure if he truly did like him, or if they were feelings brought on by Germany's feelings. He didn't want to date someone just because he felt like it was necessary. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to.
Needless to say, though, the rest of the nations were fed up with the two of them. They couldn't stand the tension between them.
"Seriously!" France complained to Prussia and Spain. "They like each other, it's obvious! And it's like they refuse to acknowledge their feelings and decide to ignore them. Do they really think that either of them are benefiting from this?"
"I know, it sucks." Prussia chimed in. "We need a way to get those two together. It's really gotten old, seeing West just wake up, work, work-out, and bake sweets and then do nothing else. He's heart broken, but he refuses to actually take action. Mein Gott!"
"Oui, that's annoying and everything, but our real problem is Italy. He still has a problem coming to terms with the fact that he likes Germany."
"Yeah, I think he's just confused."
"You think he doesn't know he's gay" Spain asked.
"No, I don't think it has anything to do with if he knows if he's gay."
"Who's gay?" America asked as he walked into the room. The three nations sighed, silently agreeing that they should have had this conversation in a more private area. When they didn't answer, America further persisted on the matter. "C'mon! Let me know, dude. Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?"
"Mi dios! It's Italy, alright!" The normal go lucky Spaniard answered, rather annoyed by America's persisting.
"Oh, duh. For Germany, right? Haven't they liked each other since, I dunno, forever. Are they going out yet?"
"No. Well, at least not yet. But we're working on it." France said standing up. "Now, is there a reason why you are here?"
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house in the Hamptons. All of you. It's to celebrate the awesome summer time! There'll be music, lights, dancing, and food!" The other three countries grimaced at the thought of having to stomach some of America's hamburgers. "Don't worry, we're having steaks." He rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, an idea popped into France's mind.
"America?"
"Yeah?"
"Who else will be attending this party?"
"Whoever else accepts my invite." He shrugged. "I invited everyone, all of that nations, that is."
"Perfect! I am a genius. Cupid should wish he were as brilliant as I when it comes to love affairs. Listen, I have a plan."
"Ve~ thank you for inviting us to your party America." Italy said as he, Romano, and Spain entered the beautiful house.
"It's my pleasure. I always loved coming to the Hamptons. The Hamptons are one of the many places that a great summertime homes."
"Thank you again."
"No problem, make yourself at home. The real party is out in the backyard. I had some floors placed down for dancing. But if you want something a bit quieter, just to chit chat, or something just chill in the kitchen and the living room."
"Grazie." Italy thanked, walking down the hall and into the kitchen and living room. There was an island in the kitchen that had many drinks upon it. There was punch, wine, beer, whiskey, rum, cocktails, juice, etc. Italy began to help himself to some of the punch when Spain pulled America to the other side of the room, away from Italy's hearing range.
"Is everything set up?"
"Yup, Monaco and Seychelles are going to ask Germany and Italy to dance, and if all goes as planned . . ."
"America! The punch is amazing!" Italy complimented as he ran over to him and Spain. "You must get me the recipe." He said, taking a heaping sip.
"Uh, sure. If you want it." They walked off and Spain sighed.
"I wonder if Germany is here." Once he walked through the glass door, he was greeted by an amazing, beautiful sight. String lights hung from rustic, wooden overhang. Round tables occupied the space around where the dance floor was. The stone floor was beautifully placed and colored, and ended with a small stone staircase leading to the beach. All around, countries were dancing. It was amazing.
Spain spotted Romano talking to some of the others countries, happy to see his loose side come out, but also admiring the way he looked when he smiled in the dim glow of the light. Romano noticed this, giving him a glare, but also blushing at the thought of Spain admiring him. He chuckled, and went back to what he was focused on.
He scanned the room when his eyes fell upon a slicked back blond head in the corner, talking to Prussia. He and Prussia looked each other in they eyes and nodded, quickly getting to work. Everyone was ready.
"Seychelles, psst." The girl brought her glass away from her lips once she realized who was calling her name, placing it on the stone wall. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." She whispered while giggling into her hand.
"Alright, be cool." He called into the house. "Hey Italy, could you come here for a moment?" Italy looked up from his pen and paper where he was writing down the recipe for the punch from earlier, and immediately put it down. The man rushed over.
"Ve~ what is it?"
"Seychelles was just wondering if you would dance with her."
"Of course I will!" He held out his hand for her to take. "Come on! It'll be fun."
"Thank you," She motioned to Italy, "and thank you, Spain." With a hidden wink, they were on the dance floor. Spain looked over to see that Monaco and Germany were also approaching the dance floor, beginning to sway with the music.
Spain opened the door, asking America is everything was set up.
"Yo, dude, everything is ready." At that moment, France and Prussia approached them.
"Alright, I'll knock on the door, that's your cue. Got it?" France asked.
"Got it."
"Good." Spain replied. When he looked back at the scene, his attention was brought to Romano, the only one who had no idea about the plan. But most of his attention was focused on one thing. "Excuse me." He announced, adjusting his collar and making his way over toward Romano confidently.
When he was next to the Italian he cleared his throat, gaining his attention. Romano turned and glared at him with a smirk.
"What the hell do you want?" But before he could say anything else, or even argue, Spain had grabbed him by the arm and into his own and began to dance with him. Deeply, Spain slowly said,
"Romano, you look amazing." Romano was too flattered and embarrassed to do anything other than blush intensely and hold back his profanities.
Across the room, Seychelles and Monaco were secretly making eye contact throughout the entire dance. They continued to spin with their partners as the song that was currently playing was coming to an end. They bit their lips as they lured their victims into their trap.
Seychelles looked at Italy.
"So, Italy, how are things between you and Germany?" She asked, feeling Italy tense up.
"They're . . . okay. We don't really talk anymore."
"Really!" She said shocked. "You two were such good friends, what happened?" Italy spun her.
"Well, things got complicated."
"Did you start to get feelings for one another?" Italy blushed intensely.
"What! No! Germany is a man, and so am I! It wouldn't work! I like women." Seychelles smiled.
"A little birdy told me otherwise."
"No, I like women."
"But you used to like a boy. Isn't that true." Italy looked down, slightly embarrassed.
" . . .yes. But I was young and foolish."
"Italy, listen, there is nothing wrong with liking a boy. Nothing. And it's okay if you like Germany. Don't be afraid of your feelings, because you do like Germany, don't you?" Italy was silent. He could feel his stomach jump in his body as he finally admitted,
"Si. I believe I do. But it's in the past, I don't think that Germany even likes me anymore. Our past is too messed up. I ruined it."
"I wouldn't be so sure." She smirked.
"Che?" The music stopped abruptly. Sweet Home Alabama, one of America's old favorites, was soon replaced with One by U2. And in that moment, Seychelles and Monaco twisted their partners into each others arms. They spun, letting go so that Germany and Italy crashed into each other.
They both stood there shocked, mouths agape as they looked at their previous dance partners, who were waltzing away with each other.
Italy shook slightly. So that's why she was asking all of those questions! Italy thought. He looked around to see that the rest of the dancers had formed a circle around the two, trapping them.
"I think we've been set up." Germany said meekly. In fact, it was the softest and most embarrassed Italy ever heard Germany.
"I . . . I . . ." Italy sputtered, trying to form a sentence.
"It's okay. I'll just go." He said, breaking away from Italy and trying to push past the very persistent dancers. Italy's eyes widened.
"Wait!" Italy called. Germany stopped and looked over at the small man. "Dance with me?" Germany felt himself blush, biting his bottom lip.
"Ja, if you would like."
"I would like very much." He answered, holding onto one arm with one hand while his head tilted down. Germany walked over to him, more nervous than he'd been about anything and took Italy's hands in his own. He pulled Italy in close to his body, hearing a small gasp from him, and started to dance.
It didn't take long before the dancing, the song, and Germany holding him before Feliciano started crying. Germany became instantly worried and slightly shook the auburn haired man.
"Italy? Italy what's wrong?" Italy shook his head.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Germany."
"What could you possibly be sorry for?" He asked, wiping away the tears on his face. Italy said nothing, he only brought his lips to Germany's.
Out of shock, the blonde pushed him away. His brain tried to comprehend what just happened. He was excited at the same time, though. He could feel his heart beating a million miles a minute.
"I'm sorry." Italy began again. "I should have known that you don't like me anymore. You've probably moved on. I'm sorry, I'll just-" But before he could finish he could feel himself being pulled into another kiss. This time it lingered. Their arms wrapped around each other.
Everyone else smiled at them, but they were too focused on themselves to even notice.
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And I would like to apologize to my followers for Carnevale. I am working on it, but am trying to get some kinks out of it. I know I don't upload often with that story, but hopefully that will end come the summer.