"Germany!"

Germany sighed. Italian coffee may be good. But good enough to have to go through all of this?

He groaned to himself and got up, feeling little joints pop in his back, and strode into the kitchen. Italy was sitting at the table, smiling, while holding a cup of coffee. "It's done!"

"Is it sweetened?" Germany inquired.

"Nope!"

"Good."

He plopped into a chair, sighing, and grabbed the coffee. Steam gently rose from the surface of the brown liquid, and caressed his nostrils.

"It-it smells really good!" Germany murmured.

"Yeh?" Italy said, smiling. "I made it just for you, so drink up."

Germany turned a light shade of pink, and took a sip to hide it. A rich, warm feeling coursed down his entire body, and he shuddered with pleasure. Italian coffee was really good!

"Italy?"

"Yeh?"

"Thank you. It-it's really nice!"

Italy smiled and took a sip.

Germany mimicked him, but ended up slopping some onto his pants.

Oh, great.

"I'll be right back, I just need a towel or something." Germany said, setting his cup down.

"Neh, I'll get you one!" Italy cried, sprinting pell-mell from the room. Germany rolled his eyes and plopped his butt down into the chair.

"Veh! I'm back!"

"Hand me the towel, then."

"I got it, Germany!"

Italy plopped himself down between Germany's legs. Germany felt a flush crawl slowly up his neck. "Italy, I can get it!"

But Italy starting patting Germany's leg with the towel, so Germany sighed and sat back. Italy hummed a little, and Germany rolled his eyes, when he felt a pressure on his crotch.

"OY!" He yelled.

"Sorry, Germany!" Italy giggled. "You spilled some there too!"

Germany couldn't move. He could feel that he was getting hard, and surely Italy would notice! But, if he ran away, he could hurt Italy's feelings…

"Veh! Relax, Germany!" Italy said, and he resumed scrubbing. Germany was the color of an overripe tomato, and Italy felt was he was embarrassed about. "Germany, you…you're really hard!"

Italy giggled and stuffed his knuckles into his mouth to keep from laughing too loudly. Germany vaulted out of the chair, but was promptly shoved back into it.

"Germany, I said relax!" Italy soothed. "Here, let me help!"

"Help?" Germany looked confused, but Italy had already bent down. "I don't understand!"

"Here," Italy said, and he grabbed Germany, earning a gasp of surprise and pleasure. "Like this."

Italy started to pump his hand up and down, trying not to laugh at Germany's resistance to make any noises.

"Ah-Italy! Please-please-stoooop!" He panted.

Italy's brow furrowed, and his mouth lost its smile. "Am I…hurting you?"

"No!" Germany said at once. "But, I thought we, were just friends, you know! You shouldn't do this if…if you don't want to!"

"But I do!" Italy said. "I've always loved you, Germany! I thought you knew that!"

"You…like me?"

"I love you!"

With that, Italy settled himself back between the larger man's legs, and resumed his earlier motions. This time, Germany wasn't trying to conceal his pleasure, and gasps and moans echoed through the tiled kitchen.

"Ah, Italy!" He panted. "Where-did you learn-to do that with your hands?"

Italy smiled, and pumped faster. "I learned from Grandpa Rome, of course!"

Germany might have cared at some other time, but he was nearing his peak.

"Italy I'm going to-AH!" With a moan that sent shivers down Italy's spine, Germany came into his pants, staining them. A few minutes passed, and Germany scooped Italy up onto his lap.

"Next time-you make-coffee," He panted. " Remind me-to wear-sweatpants!"