The time was seven thirty on a cold, winter night. Surprisingly, I didn't have paper work, thank gott, so I was just peacefully reading my new book in my cozy living room on the couch. Ahhh, it's so peaceful and quiet without having mein bruder here and bothering me making mess neither It-
"Ve~! Hi Germany~!"
And there goes the peace and quietness out the window…
I just close my book knowing that I wouldn't be able to read my book while he was around and set it on the table that's next to me. Italy then comes running into the living room and jumps directly on my lap.
"Oi! Mein Deutsch balls!"
"Oops! Sorry Germany."
He then proceeds to sit between my legs. Mein gott. Does this boy have no shame or decency?
"Ve~ Is that better?" he asks.
"J-ja. It's f-fine…" I stutter and blush. But oh how I feel the pain in my vital regions! Why does he always have to put me in these awkward and uncomfortable situations? I then feel him shiver a bit under his jacket.
"Are you cold?" I ask starting to get concern.
"A bit," he replied wrapping his arms around my waist and snuggling into my torso, "mmm~…"
"I-Italia! G-g-get off!" Oh no. Please no. D-don't go up. You better not go up! I don't want him to know I like (love) him just yet or make him think I'm a pervert!
"But you're so warm~," he looks up with his brown, caramel swirling eyes, "and I'm so cold."
"N-nein. Please get off. I'll give you a blanket."
"No. It's okay," Italy then gets up and smiles brightly.
Phew. That was a close one. I then close my eyes and rest my head against the couch.
"Ve~, Germany? What's this book about?"
I snap my eyes open and notice he's reading the title of the book I was reading before. I snatch it away, but he had already read the title.
"Why did the title say 'How to get someone to love you?"
Mein gott. I'm screwed…
"…"
He then smirks at me and asks, "Who do you love?"
I hide my face in the palms of my hands.
"No one…"
"Aw~ come on Germany. Who is it?" he sits next to me again.
"…"
"Come on, ve. You can tell me. I promise I'll keep it secret!"
"…y-you…"
"…"
Mein gott. He now hates me and will never talk to me again and-
"R-really?"
"J-j-ja…"
"…"
Yep. That's it. I'm done for…
"VE~!" he then tackles me with a hug, landing on top of me (again…).
…
WTF!
Italy then lowers himself and starts to kiss me passionately. At first I was shocked, but then I melted in the kiss and started to kiss him back while having my hands on the back of his head. Then, he proceeds to lick the bottom of my lip, begging for permission. I open my mouth and he starts to explore with his tongue my mouth, bumping with my tongue occasionally making me blush more. Italy then parts opening his eyes.
"Ti amo," he says giving me a quick kiss on the lips again and continues, "Come on, Ludwig. Let's go take a nap in your bed and cuddle."
"O-o-okay…"
We then head into my room and into my bed.
~The End~
