XxAkatsukiFanxX: Another work from 'The Great Prussia' Comments is high appreciated.
"Ludwig... Why didn't you tell me that you got sunburned easily...?" Italy asked, gently rubbing lotion on the back of Germany's neck. The German tensed from the contact, but settled down once he felt the lotion cooling down his sunburn. "Because it slipped my mind at the time," he explained. Italy giggled, kissing the un-burned part of Germany's neck, right under the tattoo of the Prussian emblem. "Ve, will you admit that you had fun at the beach?" he asked. Germany frowned. "Nein, I got burnt, sand in certain places, and almost died of heat stroke," he dead panned. Italy rolled his eyes, gently applying the lotion to Germany's shoulders and upper back.
"But Ludwig... You were smiling and laughing when we were in the ocean," Italy said. Germany rolled his eyes this time, blushing madly. "And that sex on the beach!" Italy said happily, quickly pecking Germany on the lips. "Amazing!" he cooed, smiling widely. Germany's eye twitched and he had to stop a smirk. "Mmhmm... It was..."
"Don't mumble, Luddy! You sound like Berwald! And I know he's a nice guy, because Tino's told me, but he's scary!" Italy wailed as he sat in Germany's lap, carefully putting the lotion on his chest. "Berwald isn't scary at all, Feliciano. I honestly don't see why you think that," Germany said. Italy pouted. "Well, you know me," he mumbled jokingly. Germany smiled, which honestly hurt his face way too much. "Ja, I do know you. A little too well," he joked. Italy rolled his eyes, smiling again as he looked into Germany's eyes. "Doesn't smiling hurt my little Luddy's face?" he asked in a baby voice. Germany frowned. "Shut it, Feli. And yes, it does," he said. Italy giggled, gently spreading the lotion on Germany's face.
Italy wiped his hands on a towel and grinned. "There. Now little Ludwig's all better!" he giggled, kissing Germany quickly. Germany groaned loudly. "You sound like mein bruder," he said. Italy smiled, puffing out his chest. "Schau mich an, ich bin Gilbert! Ich bin awesome! / Look at me, I'm Gilbert! I'm awesome!" he mimicked. Germany chuckled, rustling Italy's hair. "You're something else, Feli," he said. Italy winked at Germany, holding his hand. "And you're... tall. Now, let's go eat lunch!"