Germany looked at the alburn haired boy at his feet. He was leaning on his leg, fast asleep. His little Italian friend nussled against his knee and sighed, murmering something about pasta. Germany couldn't help but smirk at the simple action, knowing that Italy did unusual things while he was asleep (or half so, as was him more than half of the time) and not really thinking twice about it.
Italy was a hard sleeper, so much so that you could slap him and he wouldn't wake up, so it was rather easy for Germany to move him. The Italian moved and fell onto the floor sideways, makeing a loud thud as he hit the floor. Germany's eyes landed on Italy, slightly worried until he saw the boy twitch, then sigh again.
'Damn kid...' Germany thought as he stood up, onto his feet and stretched his arms above his head tiredly. He lifted the Italian into his arms, carefully and felt Italy grip his shirt tightly.
"L-Ludwig..." He sighed again, and rubbed his face into the fabric with a smile. Germany smiled at this, and carried Italy to their shared room, because Italy would somehow end up in his bed anyway by morning. Italy rarely used Germany's given name, but when he was asleep was the acception. Germany liked hearing the innocent voice of the Italian speak his name so softly.
"Yes, Feliciano?" Germany whispered to the Italian who was now laying in the middle of Germany's bed.
"Kiss me, please?" He mummbled in a tired mannor, reaching in his direction with his left arm. Germany leaned over the bed and planted a soft kiss on Italy's lips, careful not to do anything that could be disasterous. Their lips gently moved together, and then Germany pulled backward. "Thank you, Ludwig..." Italy droaned with a small sigh of contentment.
"You're welcome, Italy." He smiled and began to change his clothes for bed. He pushed Italy over to the side of the bed nearest the wall, and climbed in.
Three hours later, Germany opened his eyes to see Italy snuggled into his shoulder, then he closed his eyes again. 'Damn kid...' he thought and gently kissed Italy's forehead. 'Good thing he's asleep when he does this stuff...'
Germany sighed then Italy moved, in a roll-over mannor, to lay on top of the blonde German. "Germany?" Italy whispered, he tapped his shoulder lightly. "Germany?"
The blonde opened his blue eyes to meet Italy's alburn colour ones. "jaa?" He said, trying not to sound too shocked.
"I love you..." Italy smiled and kissed Germany's lips, chastly.
"Hmm... Same to you..." Germany said trying to sound half asleep, and failing. Italy took Germany's hands and placed them on his waist.
"Let me sleep here?" Italy asked him.
"sure..." Delighted, Italy snuggled into the German's body and was soon asleep. Germany's cheeks tinted pink before he closed his eyes. 'Damn kid.'