The sun peaked through Germany's violet curtains lighting up the room to reveal various bits of clothing littered the floor and furniture. Then just across from the window Italy and Germany laid underneath the bed sheets holding each other's nude bodies close.
The morning rays pierced into Germany's eyes forcing him awake. He immediately noticed Italy sleeping buried into his chest with his arms wrapped gently around. Seeing Italy sleeping so peacefully caused him to blush a vibrant shade red and to a deep red when he began to remember the night prior events.
Germany was broken from his daze when Italy let out a quiet moan leaving his arms to roll over. As Italy was rolling Germany got a glimpse past Italy's waist and realized they were both naked. He pulled the blanket up to covered Italy before he began to get out of the bed in a way not wake Italy.
Standing on his bedrooms wooden floor Germany got a feel of the cold ac set a freezing shiver down his spine. Intimately he opened the bathroom door in search for something to cover himself. On the back of the bathroom door hung Germany's towel like bathrobe.
Taking the bathrobe off the hook and putting it on Germany looked into the mirror. He began to inspect his hair while tying a knot with his robes belt. Germany attempted to slid back his hair to his disappointment it just went back to begin down. He tried to fix it a few more times but no matter how many times he tried it seemed to want to be down.
With a sigh Germany gave up trying to mess with his hair he instead exited the bathroom and entered the bedroom he checked to see if Italy was still sleeping then looked around the room at the clothing all over.
He quietly began to gather up the wrinkled clothing of both himself and Italy. Started near the bed with the undergarments then making his way to the door with the shirts.
Once he had all the in sight clothing up Germany holding the clothing in a bungle in his arms slipped out the bedroom into a large open hallway. Germany made his way down the hallway occasional looking at pictures Italy made for him.
He ended up in his living room which to his surprise looked as if a twister came through. Germany remember having Italy over for the evening but he must have neglected the mess they made.
The living room had been trashed with stacked up beer bottles, wine bottles, open condoms wrappers with condoms blown up like balloons, food wrappers, and some of the furniture had been moved or flipped.
With a twitch in his eye German dropped the pile of clothing onto a chair that had some how been untouched by the chaos. Germany just made his way out of the living room into a not so chaotic kitchen.
It wasn't as bad as the living room but was still disordered, but at this point Germany didn't want to think about anything but Italy. Thinking of Italy was easy for Germany thoughts of Italy would always hound him when he was doing work or was alone so trying to think of Italy was extremely easy.
Germany began to remembered the first time he had meet Italy as he pulled out a bundle of apples, a spice bottle of cinnamon milk, along with a few other ingredients and cooking supplies. Thinking about the wooden box labeled tomato fairies Germany couldn't help himself but to let out a giggle to himself accompanied by a rare smile.
Slicing the apples a song Italy used to sing popped into his head and he began to softly sing it to himself keeping the relaxed and handsome smile on his face.
Germany got a good ways into the song before his singing was accompanied with another voice.