A/N: Hi guys. I'm back with another deanonning from the kink meme. The prompt was: This anon is really craving some fluff, preferably either Germany/Italy or America/Lithuania. I'm pretty much looking for simple but cute slice-of-life fluffy nonsense. You know, their daily routines and interactions with each other and others. Something domestic and sweet.
I actually wrote it a couple months ago, but just now got around to fixing the ending. Beware the extreme sappiness. Enjoy!
Germany emerged from the hot, stuffy attic, wiping the sheen of sweat from his brow and took a deep breath of fresh air. It had taken him four hours to straighten up that dark hole of dust and random junk, but he had finally finished the chore. Apparently there was still dust clinging to his clothes because the deep breath he'd taken was released with a sneeze. Germany rubbed his nose and wandered toward the kitchen, looking around for Italy. The two of them had agreed to get caught up on housework today (well, more like Germany had decided that they were going to do it and forced Italy to help). He was taking care of the attic while Italy worked on washing the dishes and countertops in the kitchen and doing the laundry. The kitchen was Italy-free and that put Germany on his guard, but at least it looked like he'd done his kitchen duty like he'd been told.
Germany considered calling for him but decided against it. He preferred to catch Italy red-handed in his slacking. The German man made a stop in their bedroom to change his clothes and wash his face in the attached bathroom. He noted as he passed it that the bed still had no sheets on it and sighed. Italy should have finished washing their bedding by now. The fact that the bed had yet to be made was just one more piece of evidence supporting the theory that Italy had given up on his chores halfway through. Of course this irritated him, but at least Italy had finished half of his work this time; that was actually pretty impressive for Italy.
The blond wiped the water from his face and made his way to the laundry room to see if Italy had at least started washing their bedding. He hesitated in surprise at the scene that greeted him. It appeared that Italy had just been taking the freshly washed sheets from the drier and putting them in the large wicker laundry basket to be brought into the bedroom when his internal clock had told him that he needed a siesta immediately. Italy was curled up in the large laundry basket on top of the clean sheets, fast asleep, a pillow case that he had presumably been in the process of transferring to the basket hanging halfway out of the drier.
Germany shook his head in exasperation but couldn't help smiling. That was such an Italy-like thing to do. He crouched down at his lover's side and brushed his bangs back affectionately before caressing his cheek softly. Italy turned his face toward Germany's gentle touch, a tiny smile tugging at his sleeping lips. The taller man finished transferring the remaining bedding and picked up the basket with Italy still inside, carrying it into the bedroom. He lifted Italy out of the basket and set him in the armchair so that he could make the bed before allowing Italy to continue his nap in a more comfortable place.
As Germany pulled the fitted sheet down over the mattress, he briefly considered joining Italy in his siesta but realized that while he was certainly tired after cleaning the attic, he wasn't really sleepy. Maybe he would stay at Italy's side and read a book instead. Once he had finished putting the last pillow case in its proper place, Germany went to fetch Italy from the chair. He scooped Italy into his arms gently, cradling him against his chest like a child as he moved him to the bed. Just as he was setting Italy down in his spot, the smaller man stirred. His warm amber-colored eyes fluttered open and fixed on Germany.
"Germany… did I fall asleep?" he asked dazedly, rubbing his eyes.
The taller man granted him a soft smile, taking Italy's hand and kissing his knuckles. "Hmph, right in the middle of taking the laundry out of the drier. Nothing gets between you and your siesta, does it?"
"I'm sorry, please don't be mad," Italy said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "I really tried to finish what Germany asked me to do."
Germany kissed his lips tenderly. "Do I look mad?" If he would have been able to see his own expression at that moment, he would have blushed at how blatantly love-struck it was.
"Veee, then will Germany take a siesta with me?" Italy asked hopefully.
"I'm not sleepy, but I'll stay with you," Germany acquiesced.
Italy gave him a warm, sunny smile and Germany couldn't resist kissing him again.
"I'll be right back," the German whispered in Italy's ear as he covered him up. "I'm going to get something to read."
Italy settled under the covers, waiting patiently for his lover's return. Even though he didn't look it, Germany was very talented at cuddling. He always held him so gently and stroked and kissed him until he fell asleep. Italy was susceptible to bad dreams at times, but being wrapped in his lover's firm embrace kept them away better than a sleeping pill chased down with glass of warm milk and honey. And sometimes, when Germany was sure that Italy was asleep, he would sing to him softly. Germany wasn't a confident singer; he didn't have much knowledge of special techniques and he didn't always hit the notes just right. To Italy, however, there were very few sweeter sounds in the world than Germany's deep, shy voice serenading him. He eagerly awaited the day that Germany would feel comfortable enough with him to sing to him when he was aware that Italy was awake to listen.
Germany reentered the bedroom with a book in his hand and crawled into bed beside Italy. The smaller man snuggled up close to Germany's muscular body, purring happily as his lover invited him to lie on top of him, his ear resting against his chest so that he could hear the soothing lullaby created by his heartbeat. Warm, strong arms curled around him protectively, and a series of kisses was nuzzled into his hair. Italy let out a little sigh of sheer relaxation, tilting his head up to return the kisses on Germany's throat. His eyes slid closed as broad but gentle hands began to rub his back.
"Goodnight, Germany," Italy breathed as he drifted off. "I… love you…"
Germany blushed slightly at Italy's soft, sleepy declaration. He waited until Italy's breathing had slowed and deepened before replying in an embarrassed mumble. "I… I love you, too, Italy."