"Hello Italy." Germany nodded at me. I smiled at him sweetly, like he expected. Why do you put up with him? The voice in my head asked. I scratched the side of my head where, what Germany called, my idiot-curl sat. I was walking to 'training' that Germany demanded that Japan and I took.

"Because I love him" I whispered. I stood. I still don't get it. I sighed; Masaru just didn't get anything I did.

"Italy, did you say something?" Germany asked, making me blush. He didn't know that I loved him, and I wasn't ready for him to find out, but according to Masaru he was going to find out soon, and I wasn't looking forward to that moment.

"N… No, Germany." I stuttered. Oh PLEASE! I know you can say that better, tell him off! Masaru seemed to take over for a second "No I did not, Germany, and if I did I don't see how that is any of your business." I felt my face get hot and tears welded at the sides of my eyes. Germany looked shocked.

"Italy… I never knew you felt that way." He looked hurt.

"Germany! I didn't mean it! I… I-"
"Just leave." Germany turned his back on me and began walking away. I waited until he was almost to his quarters before running after him; I took him in my arms and kissed him. He pulled away for a second, before looking down at me; I blushed and began walking away. "Italy, wait." He pulled me back in his arms. "I was just surprised." He kissed me passionately. I began crying, Masaru was quiet for the first time in weeks. He had nothing to say.
"I never knew you felt the same, Germany." I managed to get out in his rough, wonderful kiss.

"I knew you did, you are horrible at hiding things, Italy." I blushed again. He pulled me into his quarters. I unlaced my boots gracefully, fighting over control with Masaru. Germany kissed me, pushing off his rough green jacket, revealing his musels and black tank-top. I lost my soft blue jacket. Compared to Germany, I was tiny; I had minimal muscles and a flat stomach. I was short, Germany toward over me. I could enjoy this! I just hope you end up on top! I ignored him, not wanting to ruin this moment. Germany kissed my neck, oblivious to my inner battle. I tried to push Masaru back, tried to ignore him, but he was ever lingering. Germany put his hand down my pink briefs, to explore my other parts. I jumped at first, but then leaned into it. I unbuttoned his green trousers, and pulled them just off his but revealing his boxers. Yes, of course, he's wearing his flag. Masaru laughed sadistically. I shook my head, taking his pants off the rest of the way.

"Germany, why don't you just take them off," Slipped out, another thing that made me hate Masaru. But, then I couldn't hate him for too long, he always did something to make up for it.

"Will do," He pulled them off with a flourish. He kissed me with lust, making me shutter, and grab the sheet. You're a pansy, let the master show you how it's done!

"Let's fuck!" Masaru said, distorting my voice. Germany didn't notice the difference in me, he was interly consumed in lust, and would do anything to fuck me. Masaru must really be screwing with my head, I had never sworn before, not even in my head. Suddenly I was consumed with undying lust, as Masaru and I became one persona, something that had never happened before. I wrapped my legs around Germany's neck as he entered me. It hurt, a lot, but in a wonderful, sexual way.

"Germany!" I couldn't tell if it was me or Masaru who shouted, but it was a release of every kind of energy, building deep inside of me.

"Ita- Italy!" Germany was panting.

"Germany! It hurts!" I said, gaining back my control. Buck up and gain balls, this is where you'll always be… If you stay the way you are.