Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia even if I wanted to XD

Please do not read if you are offended by homosexuality, vulgar or suggestive language, etc.

Features Germany & Italy as a pair.

Germans are always aware of what's happening, right?

Well, Ludwig was finding out the hard way that he in fact had no idea what was going on around him. He'd gone to the world meeting like always dressed in his usual attire and everything was running smoothly. America was ranting and covering the area with fast-food boxes, while England was arguing. France was raping the nearest country and China was eating.

Ludwig once again was the only country listening. He sighed to himself. However, England had noticed his subtle sigh.

"Hey, what's all this sighing about?" Asked the English.

"Well, just tired I suppose." Ludwig replied lifelessly.

"I could suggest a magic charm or two if you want one. Here."

Bending under the table, Arthur produced a small brown package and handed it to the German. It was square and weighed a bit more than it looked.

"What is this?" whispered, Ludwig a bit suspicious of the English man's intent.

To tell the truth, Arthur had no idea either. He had gotten it from France and had been too afraid to open it. Thus, the only reasonable thing to do was to re-gift it. France had said something…

"Hm…um, well, it's supposed to make you happy or something. You add water and poof!" Arthur supplied remembering parts of his conversation with Francis.

Still feeling uncomfortable, Ludwig asked seriously.

"Did you get this from a decent source?"

Arthur thought of Francis. Francis was drunk most of the time, was a pedophile, and wore bright uniforms into wars. Nodding enthusiastically, Arthur smiled back at the German.

"Yeah he is one of the most respectable people we know."

Ludwig took the Englishman's word and slipped the parcel into his uniform, and for the rest of meeting Arthur kept darting nervous glances at the German. However, the German didn't notice because he was too wrapped up with wondering what the magical happy-creating device was.

Later, the meeting finally drew to a close with having nothing accomplished –once again. Without even a departing word the German, rushed home. Once getting home, Ludwig quickly at a dinner of pork and potatoes before he locked himself up in his room.

Finally, the time had arrived. Closing the curtains, the German made sure that no one would see him show too much emotion. He then swiftly took out the parcel and laid it on his work desk.

Under closer scrutiny, it was about 2 in. by 5 in. by 4 in. and wrapped in red and green ribbon. Germany's eye twitched at the sight of bright colors. Extending a hand, he gingerly tugged at a ribbon until it fell away from the package. Then with more force, he tore open the package. A paper fluttered out. However, Ludwig hadn't even noticed. His eyes were plastered to what appeared to be a porn DVD.

A small, slime young boy of 17 with light brown hair graced the cover. He was sprawled upon what appeared to be bed sheets nude.

Ludwig staggered backwards face flushing. With his sudden jerk backwards, his hand had knocked over a mug. Water spread on the table, drenching the package. England was so dead. What decent source could have possibly given England a porno? The German thought through a mental list of culprits.

Im Yong Soo? No he's just into Asians.

Russia? No, not the type...

Then Ludwig came to the only conclusion he could. France.

Finally, snapping out of his stupor, he quickly grabbed a plastic bag and dumped all of mess into it. He tied it shut and set it in a corner to be delivered back to England bright and early the next day. Already it was much too late, and the German soon had changed into something much more comfortable and crawled into his bed.

The next morning, Germany woke up to something tickling his nose. Waving his hand to rid himself of the irritant, Germany felt something warm and soft press against him. That was strange. He didn't remember having a pet.

Ludwig opened his eyes wearily to stare straight into big, green eyes of a complete stranger.

Ludwig stared at the strange boy, and the boy stared right back. Maybe eating so many potatoes had finally gotten to his brain. The boy looked real enough…he sure felt real enough. He could certainly feel the soft chest pressed tightly against his and the silky soft legs…He blushed as he thought of the rest.

The boy yawned contently. "Good Morning."

Ludwig practically, shot out of the bed. He'd taken the sheets with him in his fright, leaving the boy uncovered. Seriously uncover. The boy wasn't wearing anything at all.

The morning light shone a soft light that made the teen glow. Germany hurriedly looked away before his mind could come up with more adjectives.

"Uh…good morning, here." Ludwig grabbed one of his shirts and tossed it toward the figure. "Wear this first and then we'll talk."

The other didn't reply but put took the shirt. Ludwig waited for the other to dress. Seconds passed by and there was no sound. As the German thought he could take it no longer, the teen spoke up.

"Um, could you help me with this? My hair is stuck on a button." The German turned around to see the boy tangled in the shirt –which was way to large- with only tufts of brown hair sticking out of the opening for the head. He made his way over to the boy and began disentangling him.

Finally, the shirt was on right. And the boy sat happily on Germany's bed. The German sighed, he had no idea how someone couldn't use buttons. However, he felt that he didn't quite care about the trouble as he looked over at the innocent boy with sparkling green eyes that only moments ago were filled with tears. Noticing a button that he had missed, Ludwig leaned over.

"Hey, there's a button that I misse-." At that exact moment the door to his room swung open.

"Hey Ludwig, buddy, guess wha-…" Francis's voice trailed off when he saw the scene in front of him.