Hey readers! Sorry for not putting anything up in like ever. I would have liked to finish An Unforgiving Friend first, but I really couldn't help but put this up. Plus it's done, so I can start working on that fic. ^^
Any way I came up with this series of dabbles for my OPT pairing GermanyXAmerica from Axis Power Hetalia because I don't see a lot of stories for them out there.

The title for the dabble series actually tells you how many dabbles I created for the series. So if you can figure it out, tell me and I'll see if I can write you a special oneshot of your choice. ^^ Now I will say that some of the stories are rated differently, So I'll be placing a summary and all that for you guys. I will also be placing a genre too because not all of them are angsty or humorous.
Happy Reading!

Reacquainted

Genre: Gerneral Romance

Rating: T

Warning: Crappy make out session...

Summary: Alfred asks Ludwig a thoughtful question in a peculiar position.

Disclaimer: I will never own Axis Power Hetalia, I am but a lowly Fangirl writing out scenarios of which I wish would happen.

Ludwig concentrated on keeping his heart rate down. He was getting very uncomfortable from all the heat that suddenly started to emit from his body. After some time and a few deep breaths later, his heart slowed its pace a little more. His gaze looked back up, only for his heart to go back to pounding in his ears.

Ludwig felt like he was about to have a heart attack, and the American on his lap was not helping the situation. His quick peck on the German's lips a few minutes earlier had caused all this. How dare him!

Ludwig was, after all, minding his own god damn business. The world meeting had ended just after 6 o'clock, and the orange and pink sky was quickly turning into a dark blue. As Ludwig waited for the other nations to exit the meeting room, he gathered his things. Assuming everyone had left; Ludwig took a short break for himself and sat in a vacant chair. He sighed and loosened his tie, but only a bit, lest someone entered and he looked inadequate.

Alfred, who was still sitting at one of the many chairs that lined the table, went unnoticed. Ludwig blamed himself for not paying attention while the American moved across the room and carefully tossed his glasses on the table. Alfred moved swiftly with no hesitation as he faced Ludwig, who now noticed his presence. Without a word he sat right down atop the German and pecked him lightly on his lips.

It more or less seemed like a complete blur in Ludwig's mind. He was so shocked he lost the ability to breath for the first few seconds after the occurrence. After gaining his natural ability back he glanced down to register what had happened. He did. He then took action in order to lower his heart rate and blood pressure. It worked, until he looked back up into Alfred's vary close face.

Ludwig, in order to keep some sort of pride, kept an apathetic look on his face, as Alfred brushed their noses together. Ludwig gazed into blue eyes that dreamer's wish they had. Perhaps he thought that, by staring into the American's blue orbs, he could find the reason why he would do such a thing. As if reading his mind, Alfred broke their intense staring contest, and spoke.

"Why don't we hang out as much?"

The simple question seemed to be more directed at Ludwig, then the both of them. Ludwig bit the inside of his cheek as the seconds without an answer ticked by. He would never admit it, but Ludwig often wondered the same thing.

Both their nations had a rich and deep history together; in fact, nearly half of Alfred's people could trace their heritage back to German roots. Ludwig and Alfred shared a strong alliance with one another and relied on each other quite often. Yet the two would only interact for diplomatic purposes. And for some reason, that really did annoy Ludwig. If the two were seen as friends to the world why weren't they? It boggled his mind some nights to the point were he lost sleep over it. It seemed silly to him, loosing sleep over something so trivial, but he couldn't help it.

Wait, what the hell was he doing? Alfred was on his lap, arms draped over his shoulders, looking at him with more lust then he would normally have looking at the last hamburger on his plate. The question was more of a distraction, because Alfred knew Ludwig would spend more time trying to give Alfred an answer then face what was going on around him. Damn his prompt and precise way of thinking!

But Ludwig would loose concentration on this train of thought as well, because the American pushed their lips together once more. It had a little bit more into it now, not like before. Ludwig just couldn't pull away from this. He closed his eyes and let his mind go blank for once.

A tongue glided across his lips and Ludwig obliged by opening them. Once the action had been complete, Alfred proceeded to roam Ludwig's mouth. Their tongues wrestling one another in a dance unlike any other. During the sudden passion, Ludwig had moved his hands down Alfred's sides; slowly they felt the American's measured breath. They met their intended destination on Alfred's hips, pulling at him to get closer.

Alfred's own hands had cupped either side of Ludwig's jaw line. His fingers supporting the curve of Ludwig's neck. The move created a primal want that Alfred was having trouble controlling. Luckily the two broke apart for air and went back to gazing. Ludwig licked his lips and tried to ignore his flustered face.

"I don't know… but perhaps we can start now."

With that, Ludwig pulled Alfred back down for another passionate kiss.

So what you guys think? I made this chapter up specifically because I normally don't see any interaction between America and Germany in the Hetalia series, even though the two nation's have a very close relationship in the real world.
And I know, random makeout scene is random.

And please forgive me for my crappy smut, I can't write it! *weepsinemocorner*

If I have made any mistakes, please inform me of them so I can correct them. Thank you.

~munchy