Author's Note: The Hetalia love bug bit me before I even started reading. So, you could imagine what canon pairing just snatched up my attention... A little drabble series dedicated to the darling Italy and Germany. I will be using their country names, since that's how they're referred to in the series. Drabbles, yes. Each drabble will be some kind of question asked either by Italy or Germany. And hopefully I keep these short and sweet. This will be my first work of Hetalia fan ficiton~
Germany was not dressed in his usual wartime attire, instead relaxed in a fitting black t-shirt and comfortable khaki trousers, sitting casually on the couch.
"Ne, Germany~ Can we go play soccer? It's nice outside..." Lifting his blue-eyed gaze from the pages of the book to the new company, Germany took notice of Italy's jacket already tied around his waist and a soccer ball under his arm. He went back to reading. "Maybe later," Germany grumbled, flipping to the next page with a small gleam of interest in his eyes. His glasses we're perched at the end of his nose, giving him a librarian look; if librarians were muscular, had slicked back blonde hair, and a perpetual frown.
Italy perked up at the possibility of a later game and smiled. He plopped down to the left Germany on the couch (causing the man to lean away a bit) then pulled his still boot-clad feet up and linked his arms around them, effectively huddling next to Germany. While the other country did not mind it all too much, he found it quite hard to concentrate with Italy's hair just under his nose. The aficionado of pasta liked to lean on him whenever given the opportunity. Germany flipped to the next page of his book after readjusting his glasses, but he couldn't actually read the page as Italy stared at him in inquiry and went off into his verbal tic of 'Ve, ve, ve.'
"Why do you wear glasses when you read, Germany~?" Italy asked. He stared at Germany with his brown eyes, adding onto the blonde's luminescent blush. "Well, I wear them so I can see the words clearly. I'm far-sighted." Germany tried to pay attention to the new page now, but Italy had now shifted to stand on his knees and hands to stare at Germany's glasses. "Really? You can't see close to you?" About to answer, Germany had his mouth open, but a stutter escaped him instead when Italy gently pulled the glasses off his face. "Can you see me, Ger~many~?" A deeper blush filled the bridge between his cheeks; Italy was now resting an arm on the other side of his body, but his legs still remained on their knees. Germany blinked at Italy's proximity to his face, smelling the aroma of pasta sauce that always surrounded his fellow ally. Taking the silence as a negative, Italy pressed his nose to Germany's and grinned idiotically before asking again.
"How about now?" Germany secretly enjoyed how Italy's lips brushed his when he asked. Before long, he ran on an uncharacteristic impulse and gave Italy a savory peck on the lips with a tilt of his head. "Of course I can see you."
Italy pulled back to his spot next to Germany and leaned his head on the man's shoulder. The blonde replaced his glasses before continuing to read again. Again, he was stopped when Italy looked up and asked him in his childish voice, "It's later now, Germany. Can we go play soccer now?" Germany sighed and dog-eared the page he was on before closing the book. "Fine, let's go."