I wrote this ages ago for my friend because she's so awesome! :3 She wanted me to upload it...so here ya go.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

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It's a little past midnight when Germany pulls his car in the driveway. Turning off the engine and stepping out, he turns his gaze to his house seeing that the lights are on. His meeting with Russia had taken longer than expected and it didn't help that Prussia had shown up and insisted on annoying them the whole time.

While walking to the front door, a small smile formed on his face. Since the lights were on Germany immediately knew that a certain hyperactive Italian had come to visit and was probably asleep by now.

The door gave a small screech as Germany tried to close it gently. He winced and managed to shut it completely without making anymore noise. Italy wasn't a light sleeper, but Germany always tried to stay quiet just in case.

Sighing softly, he locked the door while kicking off his boots and gently placed his bag on the ground by the door. Germany slipped out of his coat and crept through the house silently.

As he entered the kitchen his eyes widened slightly. A slow smile spread across his face as he gazed at the scene in front of him. Italy must have been waiting for him, but couldn't quite make it.

Italy was hunched over the table asleep with a plate of pasta and a glass of wine in front of him. The spot across from him also had a plate of food, except a bottle of beer replaced the wine. Germany walked over to where the Italian man was seated and grabbed his shoulder, gently shaking him.

"Italy, you'll catch a cold if you sleep here."

Italy shifts slightly and lifts his head so amber eyes met blue, his hair is a bit messed up and his face is slightly pink. Germany pauses and takes a moment to stare at the cute sight.

"You're back..." Italy trails off, voice slightly slurred from sleep.

Germany nods, "I'm back."

Italy looks at Germany quietly for a moment, still half asleep, before he quickly stands up as everything clicks in his brain.

"Ve~! Germany, you're back!" he exclaims, grabbing the German's hand. "I tried to stay up and wait for you but I guess I fell asleep."

Amber eyes glanced at the set table sadly. "I even made us some pasta, but now it's all cold..."

Germany looks towards the clock, "It's too late to eat now. I'll put them in the refrigerator and we can have it tomorrow."

Italy's eyes instantly brighten as he smiles. "Good idea, Germany. Ve~ you're so smart!"

Germany resists the urge to roll his eyes at the comment as he places the food in his fridge. After all, wasn't that just common sense?

Italy grabs Germany's hand again and intertwines their fingers, pulling him towards the doorway. Germany flips the lightswitch off as he allows himself to be tugged along by the bubbly Italian.

"Germany, you shouldn't work so late. Too much work will give you wrinkles and no girls will even look at you! Just look at England..."

Germany shakes his head as the brunette rambled on and lets out a small chuckle, gently squeezing the Italian's hand.

Italy opens the bedroom door and leads him to the bed. They lay down, neither one bothering to change clothes and Italy immediately snuggles into the German's chest. The blonde felt a light blush dust his cheeks and was suddenly glad that it was too dark to see anything.

"Italy, you should go to sleep," he advised, stifling a yawn.

Italy hummed and scooted closer, if that was even possible. "I should be the one telling you that..."

Germany huffed, bringing his arm up to wrap around Italy and held him close. His eyelids grew heavy as he felt the Italian relax against him.

"Just go to sleep."

Italy giggled and shut his eyes. "Okay."

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Thank you for reading~! :3