The sky was slowly setting into the distance. The clouds turned the sunset into a dark spotted purple and orange wallpaper. Italy sat in Germany's kitchen, starring outside at the horizon. He watched her franticly run around the kitchen and living room, trying to make the entire house spotless. Italy watched as each bead of sweat melted from her forehead and mad its way down her long neck, and plummeted down her V-neck tank top. And each and every time Germany bent over when she dropped something, he watched as her lower curves bent in fluid motions.
Germany finally finished her cleaning right as the sky turned pitched black. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked upstairs to take her shower like she did every night.
Italy knew her schedule as well as he knew each type of pasta. 20 minutes later, exactly 20 minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel. Always a light blue towel. Germany stepped into her room and locked the door…It was almost as if she knew that the Italian would try to sneak a peek at her at that moment.
Which of course he wanted to…
About 5 minutes later, Germany unlocked her door and walked out. She was wearing a tight black tank top just like she did every day and really, really short PJ booty shorts. Italy could she the bottom of her butt cheeks when she walked.
Not like he was complaining or anything…
Italy, sitting on the first step of the stairs, watched Germany walked towards him.
"Vhat are you doing?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm sitting."
"Vell I can see that…" She took a seat right next to him. Germany and Italy's legs grazed each other slightly. Both them pulled their legs back and awkwardly stared at the ground. Italy glanced at her while she stared at the ground intently.
Her soft lips were slightly opened as if she was about to saying something but couldn't find the words. Strands of her sleek blonde hair brushed the side of her pale face. Her cheeks were rosy with blush. Her eyes were the clearest blue he had ever laid witness to in his life. Germany…was gorgeous to him. He wanted her.
He needed her love.
With all the years of trying to seduce her, he finally gained the courage.
"D-doitsu…" He said weakly to her. She turned her head to his direction. Italy pounced on her, crushing his lips onto hers. He could see her eyes growing large with surprise. After the initial shock faded, Germany began to exert force into the kiss. Italy smirked a little, happy that she was playing along.
Germany began swiftly move her hands to Italy's shirt and started to unbutton it. Italy pulled back.
"Oh no no no. Not here on the steps. Please, Seguimi." With his sexy Italian phrase, he stood up and extended his hand to her. She took his hand and followed him to her bedroom.
Italy closed and locked the door behind him. Stepping quickly towards Germany, He pinned her against the wall and went for her neck. His tongue traveled up and down her elongated neck. He nibbled on her neck as she unbuttoned his shirt. Now it was Italy's turn. He went for all of her clothes and before both of them knew it, it was skin on skin.
Germany, using her weight over Italy, threw him on the bed and began to put him through the same torment he but her through. Italy resisted all he could, but he couldn't help but moan.
Germany giggled as she looked down at the Italian underneath her. He was sweating already. She bent down and whispered in his ear,
"Ich liebe dich"
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