Spring Cleaning
Sakura Hanamoto
Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia does not belong to me. There.
Germany watched Italy putter around the house, cleaning. The brunette was currently in the living room, dusting the various surfaces there. Germany's blue eyes followed the other young man intently. Italy was softly humming an unknown tune while dusting off a picture frame. The apron he wore accented his slim form and Germany couldn't help but wonder what Italy would look like wearing only the apron.
Italy bent over to rearrange the coffee table and Germany nervously shifted in his place on the couch. He was starting to feel hot despite air conditioner being on full blast. Italy straightened and smiled, his cheeks covered in a rosy blush.
"Ne, Germany, would you like something to drink?" he asked. Germany licked his suddenly dry lips. He only nodded, not quite trusting his voice. Italy shuffled off to the kitchen to fetch some water. Germany took a deep breath and carefully adjusted himself. Italy returned and handed the blond the glass he carried. Italy plopped down next to Germany and leaned against the taller country's shoulder. He'd gone back to humming softly, though Germany could barely hear it. Italy's hair tickled and Germany gleefully gave into the urge to run his fingers through the brunette's hair. Italy scooted a little closer to allow Germany a little more leeway.
One of Germany's fingers caught on Italy's hair curl and the smaller country shivered in delight. His breath hitched and the humming stopped. Germany carried on as if he hadn't heard anything until Italy began to quiver under his touch.
"G-Germany," Italy moaned. Italy looked up at him with wide eyes.
How could he resist? He pounced.
Italy lay flat on his back on the couch, Germany looming over him like a predator about to devour his prey. The blond didn't hesitate any further. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Italy's. The brunette flailed for a moment before wrapping his arms around Germany's neck, pulling him closer. Italy tangled his fingers in Germany's hair, mussing it thoroughly.
Germany pulled away long enough to take a deep breath before diving back in. He hadn't expected Italy's lips to be quite so soft, not that he minded. He rather enjoyed it. Not only that, Italy was unexpectedly shy. But he wasn't totally surprised; it wasn't like Italy had had much contact with France – thank God! Germany had no idea what life would have been like if Italy were anything like that creep. And frankly, he didn't want to know.
"G-Germany," Italy whimpered.
"What is it?" Germany asked. Italy's face was flushed, and he was gnawing on his lower lip. Germany couldn't help but nibble on it as well. Italy whimpered again and lay back allowing Germany to do what he wished. Germany tugged impatiently at the apron Italy still wore.
Giving up, he settled for biting and sucking at Italy's throat. Cleaning could wait.