Devon: Alright, so I should be working on my P3 story, or my video-game/romance/Yu-Yu-Hakusho/really random sequel, or like any of my already published pieces but I'm been obsessed with Hetalia lately so yeah...Anyways, I don't really like the ending but I wasn't totally sure how to end it becuase I had a dream that involved this and the next two chapters all mashed together but in shorter versions and there wasn't an exact ending in my dream so I had to kind of make one up myself. (And I'm honest to God not joking, this was a dream.) xD Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Swearing and you could possibly consider it to contain...references to sex(?) I don't know its late. Anyways, not really supposed to be for children.

Rating: T because even though I would probably rate my dream M or even M+, I just don't really want to write that. Because I'm lazy. Maybe later.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. And if I did I would probably have some kind of weird-ass harem because I have this strange attraction to Japan, China, Germany, Russia, and Canada. Especially China and Germany...Anyways.

What Did You Put in My Drink?!
Chapter One: Italy's Revenge
(Suggested) Italy x Germany (GerIta)

Like all of his problems as of late, it was Italy's fault. Granted, just this once, the blame could partly be put on Japan and himself as well. But it was still technically Italy's fault.

It had started on the island where the Allies had found them not too long ago. Like usual, after eating, he and Japan were discussing Italy in some way or another while Italy seemed to be dozing off next to them. This specific time two of them were discussing how truly clueless and helpless Italy could be. Him having the upper hand on anyone seemed like such a ridiculous idea, even Japan laughed a bit when it was mentioned. Germany believes his down fall was the fact that Italy wasn't really asleep this specific time, but rather trying to point out constellations in the stars and muttering to himself some kind of ridiculous song about the Earth and boots.

Evidently, he should give the Italian more credit. But who knew he would actually be listening despite all of his goddamn mumbling?

So if the island was where it started, it would probably be here where it ended. Germany's bedroom.

"Italy. Untie me. Now." Germany wasn't happy with the Italian who was standing over him with a very cocky expression on his face. In his head, Germany damned himself for teaching Italy all those knots in his training as his arms were currently tied over his head. With a striped neck tie he had seen Italy wear a total of once. To his bed's headboard.

"Ve…No." Italy smiled at the furious German and rocked back and forth on his heels. Germany was pulling against his restraints with all of his strength but to no avail.

"Italy." Germany growled, his growing anger making him see red as the Italian only seemed to grow happier.

"Germany was saying some mean things about me." Italy reminded his ally, wagging his finger in Germany's face. Germany's eyebrow twitched in anger but he closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. There was no way snapping at Italy would help his case now. Once he was calm-er…calmer-Germany looked at the brunette once more.

"I'm sorry Italy. I shouldn't have said those things about you." This caused the brunette to pause as he wasn't really expecting an apology from the blonde writhing on the bed. Finally recovering, Italy sat on Germany's bed to lean over him.

Germany could feel the Italian's hot breath wash over him in waves and to his surprise; it didn't reek of garlic but almost had a nice, minty scent to it.

"I don't believe you, Doitsu."

The next thing Germany could register was Italy ducking his head away from him and his head suddenly reappearing strangely close to his hips.

"Italy, what the hell are you doing?" There was no verbal response from the brunette who was gently kissing Germany's clothed abdomen and rubbing soothing patterns into his sides with gentle fingers.

Finally, after almost ten minutes of his strange but wonderful ministrations and Germany clenching and unclenching his jaw while demanding some kind of answer, Italy leapt off of Germany's bed and danced towards the door.

"Ve, I'll see you later Doitsu. I'm going to make some pasta!"

The door slammed behind Italy before Germany could find his voice. The German threw his head back and ground his teeth, thinking of complicated war tactics and math problems. Anything to get his mind off of whatever the hell his Italian ally had been doing to him as being found in this position by anyone at any time wasn't something Germany was looking forward to. But who knows what kind of hell he might have to suffer through if someone-someone like Prussia-found him tied to his bed with Italy's tie, all hot and bothered and completely alone.

"What the hell did you do to Japan, Italy? He was saying things too!"

Devon: Yeah, not my favorite ending. Oh well. Hopefully you enjoyed this weird, first part of my three part dream. The next part features Japan and Greece and has something to do with Episode 3 (and 2 I guess) of World Series. Can you guess?