Hello all! This is my first EVER fanfic and I am so excited! Please enjoy!

Although I wish I did, I do NOT own Hetalia- Hidekazu Himaruya does.

Warnings: Rated M for a REASON, contains Yaoi= Guy on guy= Gay love

Don't like it, don't read.

Italy ran to Germany begging for him to greet him the Italian way. Germany sighed and leaned over, kissing the smaller man once on each cheek. The large muscular German man almost recoiled at the smoothness of the other man's cheeks. How could a MAN have such smooth skin? He wondered. The more he thought about how much he was appalled at the lack of facial hair on the Italian he couldn't help but like the smoothness. The Italian, to the other country's surprise put his arms around the tall man's thick neck and kissed him. The kiss was sloppy and passionate.

German was taken by surprise and allowed the wimpy man to continue kissing him. His mend left him in that kiss. He no longer thought about his macho exterior that he had to maintain. He no longer thought about what the other nations would think of him. He just kissed the small Italian man who was kissing him back. And he liked it. He felt a tongue gently pleading to gain access though his teeth. He opened his mouth slightly. He was nervous; he had never kissed anyone like this before.

Italy felt so free. Germany's mouth was fun to explore and he took full advantage of the fact that the larger country was allowing him access. Suddenly an idea popped into his head.

Germany put his arms around the smaller country's waist and caressed his back. He had never felt anything like this, it was freeing. He felt the small man in his arms put one hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. He pulled his body back slightly when he felt Italy's other hand travel down his pants. He managed to break the contact of their lips but the Italian's grip was strong. "F-Feliciano wh-what are you doing?"

"Hush, Ludwig. Just let this happen." His lips were so close to the other country's ear, it made Germany shiver with the heat of the Italian's breath. Italy pushed the bigger man, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground. Germany struck the ground hard, but that didn't stop Italy.

Germany was still sitting until the small man put his foot on his chest. Germany's breath came in short gasps as he was pushed to the ground. Italy positioned himself above the large blonde below him, and crouched down on his waist. Germany clenched his fists ass the tanned skin of the Italian moved towards him. Their lips were moving together, about to meet in a fiery kiss that promised not to disappoint…

German awoke with a strangled gasp as someone pounded on his bedroom door. Well at least I know it's not Italy 'cause he didn't burst through my door. Germany ran his hand through his bangs that had come loose from his jelled hair during the night and sighed. I'm glad I don't have to explain this to him… Germany looked down at his lap but nothing was there. That's weird… he thought. But then again, lately, I haven't been able to get excited like normal.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a familiar voice yelling, "West! You better get up! Your boss is coming over today to discuss that uprising in your part of Germany! While I AM awesome, he just wants to meet with you."

Germany sighed again, Prussia was right. The big man rolled out of bed, feeling weird. If he hadn't been thinking about how to force his "wrong" thoughts of Italy out of his brain, he might have noticed that the ground was a couple of centimeters closer to his head. But he was trying to force his naughty thoughts of Italy out, so he did not.

Germany staggered into his bathroom. Groggily he lifted his head and looked in the mirror. Suddenly awake, Germany pulled his head back, startled. Man… I do NOT look very good… his fingers traced the bags under his eyes, his bangs that had turned brown with sweat, the paleness in his cheekbones, his thin lips. As his fingers drifted across his lips he couldn't help but think of Italy's lips pressed against his. Germany shook his head vigorously.

No! No, I must not think those things! he reprimanded himself, heavily. Germany threw off his black tank top and the boxers he had slept in. As he climbed, naked, into the shower, he ran his fingers through his bangs again. It seemed to take longer to reach the end of them but Germany took no notice. As the showerhead drenched him in its icy tears, Germany welcomed their chilling embrace. Gasping at the water's temperature, Germany turned to different thoughts. Why have I been thinking of Italy that way? I've always had those types of thoughts but they've never been this bad… and I've always been the instigator. Why all of a sudden is Italy controlling me?

He heard someone running followed by a familiar, "Germany, Germany! GERMANY!" Bracing himself for impact, Germany turned so his back faced the door. And not a moment too soon.

Italy, wearing only a pair of yellow boxers and an open, blue, button-up shirt, burst into the bathroom. He tore the plain white curtain across the bathtub's surface. Italy then proceeded to throw himself through the stream of icy water and latch himself on Germany's waist. "Germany! You still like my right!"

Glad that his blood vessels were too cold to flare at the proximity of Italy's hand to a sensitive part of his anatomy, Germany yelled at Italy to let him go.

"But you still like me don't you!"

"Of course I like you, sie dumm wenig Italienisch!"

Smiling broadly, Italy detached himself from Germany and then he realized how cold the water was. The small, brown haired man quickly pulled his body from the icy water, yipping like a small dog.

Germany sighed and turned off the water. Well there goes my peaceful shower… As he climbed out of the tub he saw Italy shivering in the corner. Another sigh escaped his lips as he picked up one of his white towels and threw it across Italy.

Italy looked up at Germany as he felt the larger man's big hands drying him off. He instantly felt warmer.

"Why did you burst in on my shower to ask me that dumm question?" Italy started to cry. Germany heard a small whimper escape the smaller country's throat. When he saw the tear trickling down the Italian's face, he was taken aback. Why is he crying! He quickly wiped the small man's face with the towel. I'm glad that this is soft enough to do this without hurting him…

After Germany wiped his tears, Italy finally felt comfortable enough to divulge what he was feeling. "I *hic* had a dream last night and *gasp* in it, you turned to me *hic* and said that *hic* you were leaving me because you *gasp* didn't like me anymore!" The hiccups and weeping nearly made Italy's speech incoherent. "PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!" Italy screamed as he threw himself into Germany's arms.

Germany was glad Italy couldn't see the blush that was spreading across his pale cheeks. He placed his arms around the smaller man in an awkward hug. "I could never leave you Italy…" It was at this time that Germany remembered that he was still naked and Italy was still not in decent attire. He quickly pushed the smaller man away from him."Now get out so I can get dressed."

Italy laughed when he saw the small blush that was disappearing from German's face. Back to his normal self, Italy skipped out of the bathroom, whistling tunelessly.

Sighing to himself, Germany stood up again and was immediately his by a wave of nausea. He felt himself start to fall and raised his head whispering, "Italy…"

Italy turned to see a very unsteady and sick looking Germany start to fall. He threw himself back towards the large blonde and caught him just before his head hit the ground. "Ve~? Germany? What's wrong?" He tried to lift the larger man, not really expecting to get anywhere. To his surprise he was able to lift Germany easily. He must not be eating very much, Italy thought. He placed the larger, naked, man in his bed and pulled the covers up to Germany's chin. He laughed when he saw the color scheme of the covers, the German flag. If he had been looking at Germany's face instead of the covers, he would've seen something eerie. But the Italian just left the other country's room and went to go tell Prussia about his brother. "Prussia, German's not feeling well."

Prussia looked up from his awesome breakfast. "What happened?"

Italy shrugged, saying, "Oh he just fainted in the bathroom. I took him and put him to bed."

Prussia stood up so quickly he knocked the wood chair he had pulled up to the table down. "Oh, he is NOT getting out of this meeting!" He began to run, awesomely, to his brother's room. "Me, Gilbird, and Canadia have some awesome plans for an awesome day with awesome me!"

Italy would've followed Prussia but he was already late to meet up with his fratello and he had to take the long way around to avoid being shot by Switzerland again.

Prussia burst into his brother's room and zoomed, awesomely, to the side of the bed. He shook his brother vigorously, yelling profanities in German. Germany's hair fell in front of his face. Prussia, really angry now, tore the covers from his brother's body. Taken aback, Prussia stared aghast at Germany's body. Just to make sure Prussia pushed Germany's hair away from Germany's face. "Oh mein Gott…" he placed the covers back over Germany and walked back to the living room in a fog. He picked up the phone that was on the side table and called Germany's boss. "Yes, Germany isn't going to be available to talk today. Something's gone horribly wrong."

Translation notes: (these may not be exact but I try my best)

Sie dumm wenig Italienisch!- You stupid little Italian!

Dumm- Stupid

Fratello- Brother (Italian)

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