"Ahhhh!" A voice shrieked. "Germany help me!" Germany could make out an Italian accent.

This made Germany immediately awake from his slumber. He pushed himself up just in time to see Italy running out of his bathroom with only a towel on and diving into the bed, next to him.

The Italian now had his arms wrapped around the muscular country. Italy began shivering while he hid under the covers. Germany had a slight blush creeping across his face from Italy's actions. His heart was racing with embarrassment and worry.

"Whats wrong Feliciano?" Germany said in a soft voice trying to calm the tiny country, as he gave an awkward half hug to the fragile country clinging to him.

"A...a..S-spider, he was in the bathroom. I can't take a shower" the Italian whined.

Germany rolled his eyes at his ally's complaint. "What is Italy not scared of?" The large nation wondered.

"Wait here." Germany then made his way off the bed after detaching the thin nation. The older country stood up wearing only his black tank top and bright blue patched boxers. He rolled up a magazine and walked into the bathroom. Italy got up as well, trailing close behind, while clinging to Germany's black shirt.

"Italy, I don-" A black blur came falling from the ceiling landing on top of Germany's head, before the German had time to react.

"EEEEK! GERMANYGERMANYIT'SONYOURHEAD!"Italy pointed as he sprinted straight back to the German's bed.

"What?" Germany brushed the charcoal colored spider off his golden hair. The spider got crushed with his bare foot as soon as it reached the carpet of his bedroom.

"...Ewwww gross ..you're not getting in this bed till you wash your foot." Italy declared childishly, while sticking out his tongue.

"Who gave you the right to say I can't sleep there. It is my bed after all."Germany responded with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Germany awaited the Italians response, getting ready for an argument to erupt.

"I will start breakfast,Ve so hurry up I want a shower too okay" Italy chirped happily as he skipped out of the room.

Germany smiled at his ally's bubbly personality. He watched Italy skip happily out of the room humming a soft melody. Germany still never got the chance to ask the Italian why he was using his personal bathroom, or why he was it his bedroom to begin with.

****LUDWIG'S POINT OF VIEW***

"Fine" I said loud enough hoping Italy could hear me. I let out a sigh of defeat.

Hot water poured down on my face, rinsing the last bit of shampoo out of my hair. I stood there in the hot water, just thinking of how great it truly was to have time to myself. Not needing to worry about Italy or being pestered by him, like he was some lost kitten. I laughed a bit to myself at the thought. Italy would be an adorable cat.

Once I finished my shower and dried off, I wrapped the snow white towel around my waist. Stepping into my room, the sound of Feliciano humming grew louder and the smell of pasta grew stronger. All this was coming from the kitchen not to far from my room.

I tossed my towel on to the bed as I began to make my way towards the dresser. I rummaged looking for a pair of boxers. It was at that moment, my bedroom door went swinging open and in came a joy filled Italy.

I could feel my face go hot, it must have been darker then a tomato. I was at a loss for words. Standing here, holding my boxers to cover my body. At the same time Italy was was standing in my door way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END OF CHAPTER 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jeepers this is my first fan fic don't hurt me please. I would love it if you guys could comment on anything you think I should fix, Or even if there is something you would like to add to my story.

Though I do have a simple plot line I would be happy to squeeze in or add extra parts.

Hehe tell me if I should have put comas where periods are or sometimes no comas at all.

Me and my editor had many long ... I'll rephrase. We had painfully long arguments about these topics.