Author's Note: Oh, hello, everyone! I know, it's been quite awhile. Anyway, had this idea in my head as I drove home from school last night, and so, here's a really short Hetalia oneshot for you all!

Before you read, please note this is in Germany's POV.

Enjoy!

-AS

The time is WWII. The three Axis Powers are still stuck on this goddamned island. Thankfully, the night has finally begun to cool off. I was beginning to burn in the heat…damn my fair skin.

Japan's finally drifted off to sleep, so it's just me awake now. I don't mind keeping watch. It gives me time to think without Italy annoying me to death.

Asleep is how I like Italy best. It's not like he's any help to me awake. He cavorts all day, he runs at the first sign of an enemy, and he makes me rescue his sorry ass every time he gets captured. It's enough to try any man's patience. He's insufferable, intolerable, impossible, impractical, weak, useless…

…undeniably adorable sleeping like that…

What? No! Why am I having these thoughts?

To be honest, I have been thinking a lot about that guy. It's been quite a while since I found him and he declared himself my friend. And now he just follows me around and sings and makes Italian food. We're in this war together because he declared himself my ally. And I let him do that, because it's no use saying "no" to him. He just does it anyway, so I might as well keep it official and keep tabs on him so he doesn't ruin everything.

Yet now, I'm starting to have these strange thoughts. These thoughts that say I can't imagine a life without him, that despite all the annoyances he brings, he's actually…kind of cute.

Of course, I can't tell anyone. They'd all laugh at me, and scoff. The great Germany, falling for a weak little country like Italy? I would be destroyed in a heartbeat.

I can't help it though; I can't help having thoughts about this pasta-loving fool.

Thank God Japan is asleep…that guy watches me all the time. He knows more than he lets on, and I know he would see me staring at Italy, and he would know. He's my ally, but he's still one of those people that could be dangerous.

Now Italy's shivering. That idiot, didn't he think to bring a coat? Oh, he's using it as a pillow. That idiot, didn't he think that the night would be colder than the day?

Sometimes he's so irrational it makes me want to throttle him. He can't even defend himself against his own brother. His army is a bunch of weaklings, and he knows nothing of war.

Sometimes his naivety is sweet. Sometimes I think that it's kind of adorable that he is so ignorant.

A sigh escapes my lips as Italy shivers again, and I take my own coat off and arrange it carefully over him. Slowly, his trembling stops. He really is a fool. But he is my fool.

I can't imagine life without him.