Meh…I guess I haven't posted anything in a while, and I figured since it's Thanksgiving break, I might as well type something up. Rated T for…umm…stuff. Not much to this, really, just a collection of one-shots and drabbles that are somehow connected…sooo...yeah, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia or any of its characters! (If I did, France would be in much pain and Prussia would have more screen time: D)

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Ludwig looked own at his small Italian ally, who was currently curled up and sleeping on the couch, and sighed. Of course he was taking his siesta. "You're supposed to be at training…" he muttered, taking a seat next to him.

Feliciano turned over to face him, mumbling something incoherently in his sleep, completely oblivious to the other's presence. Germany sighed, reaching out to run a glove-covered hand across his cheek. "You're lucky you're cute." He said quietly, wrapping an arm around the sleeping boy and pulling him onto his lap. It wasn't like anyone was going to find out about this…

Later on, he wouldn't know what demon had compelled him to do this, but he found himself reaching out to tug at that mysterious hair curl on Italy's head, the one that always seemed to stick up no matter what. Italy let out a quiet whimper, still fast asleep.

Weird…he thought, and then, just out of curiosity, he gave it another sharp pull.

He wasn't sure what he expected to happen, but it wasn't anything along the lines of Feliciano moaning his name, his eyes snapping open and putting both of them in a very awkward position.

"L-Ludwig!! W-W-W-What are you doing?!" His gaze traveled upwards, to where Germany was still holding his curl, identifying the source of the 'problem', then back down, to where he discovered that he was sitting in his ally's lap. He involuntarily swallowed. "A-Ah…p-please let go…"

"Why? What does it do?" It was just a hair curl, he thought. It couldn't be that big of a deal….right?

Feliciano just shook his head and said nothing, continuing to stare at him pleadingly with his signature puppy dog face. Germany sighed and, just because he could, pulled it once more and let go.

The Italian sighed with relief, maneuvering off Germany's lap and snuggling under the covers. "Grazi…"

"Yeah, you're welcome…" Ludwig decided it would just be best to go and finish the mountain of paperwork he still had to sift through, but he stopped when Italy grabbed his wrist. "What now?"

"Veeeee~…will you please stay and take siesta with me?"

Even Germany couldn't say no, especially when Italy was looking at him like that. He sighed again and let Feliciano pull him back onto the couch.

"Fine…but just this once, understand?"

"Okay, I understand!" He gave a quick salute (with the wrong hand, of course) before closing his eyes and falling asleep a few moments later.

"I swear you're going to be the death of me someday…" Ludwig muttered, wrapping his arms around the Italian before sleep overcame his as well.

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-_-….Germany's such a rapist…

No, no! Jk! Ahaha…ha….-ahem-

Anyways….please go easy on me, meh writing skills aren't very polished…^^;

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