A/N: Just a drabble based on the little snippet in episode 32 about it taking alot to wake Italy up in the morning. I love to think that Germany would cave into Italy like this, just by seeing him be his own cute adorable self :)
DISCLAIMER: Nope, it's not mine.
Germany woke up every morning with Italy in his bed, regardless of whether or not the boy was there when he fell asleep. Italy would always be curled into his side, the small puffs of air escaping from his mouth warming the junction between his neck and shoulder.
Sleeping next to Italy had become so comfortable, so normal, that Germany was finding even getting himself up in the morning was becoming more and more difficult.
But Germany would be Germany, so he still managed to trudge out of bed each morning and be ready for the day before the sun rose. Getting Italy to do the same, however, was another task entirely.
He had tried many tactics; from threats, to pasta (which seemed to be the most effective), to more threats, to more pasta…but ultimately nothing could get Italy up and at 'em.
And a part of Germany didn't want Italy to wake up, as strange as that sounded. Seeing the Italian boy with a contented expression on his face, all his muscles completely relaxed and his lips slightly parted made Germany's heart flutter. And now, standing before the boy with every intention in the world of waking him up when he walked in here, Germany found that he couldn't do it.
He allowed his fingers to play through silky strands of chestnut hair, pushing the locks back from Italy's eyes. His long eyelashes touched his cheeks ever so slightly, and at this observation Germany felt a familiar heat rise to his cheeks.
The European man crouched down beside the bed, close enough now to hear the soft snores vibrating in Italy's throat. Carefully, tentatively, he let his eyes trail down to Italy's exposed shoulder, down to his collarbone, and to that smooth pane of chest so temptingly exposed. The thin cotton blanket provided a censor over the rest of Italy's body, something Germany was secretly grateful for.
Germany sighed and stood up, collecting himself. He straightened his jacket and walked out of the room, sneaking one last look at the boy in his bed before he closed the door behind him. Well, he thought, maybe I'll just let him sleep.
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