Hey guys, for purpose of copyright... i don't own Hetalia or any characters in any Hetalia series. If I did, trust me, it would have been more 'entertaining' ;) I know I usually write that sweet, lemony goodness but I decided to try a K+ R&R please :)
"Doitsu, Doitsu!" Italy exclaimed. "Ja, vhat do you vant?" Germany asked, raising an eyebrow at the frantic Italian. The brunette mans' smile grew wider as he held up
a soft gray kitten. "Isn't he adorable? He's so soft and cuddly." Italy squeaked.
As Italy continued the rant about his new pet, the irritated blonde lied back on the soft, green grass and looked up and the sky. The italians' words continued to fade
into the background as Germany traveled deeper into his thoughts. It was a beautiful day outside. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it Italy?" the german asked, watching as the
man in question moved his way. "Hmm, I guess it is." remarked the smaller man as he sat down beside his friend.
Italy sat his little pet on the ground beside him as he laid back, sighing. Giving a soft meow, the little kitten ran off. The was a long moment of silence between the two
as they admired the scenery around them. Just as Germany closed his eyes, he heard another soft sigh emit from Italy. Opening his eye, the german had found that his
little italian had fallen asleep.
The blonde closed his eyes and deeply exhaled, letting himself relax on the grass beneath him. He felt himself falling asleep when he realized that someone had
wrapped their arms around him. He looked over to find the cute country latched to him, his sleeping face resting on the germans' rising and falling chest. Blushing slightly,
Germany wrapped his arm around Italys' waist, pulling him closer (if that was possible). He down at the smaller country clinging to him, "I vonder..." thought the blonde.
He reached up to Italys hair and started to pat his head, carefully avoiding his trademark curl, "His hair... is so soft..." marveled the german. He leaned his head
down, blushing and planted a kiss on Italys forehead. He closed his eyes as he, too, started to drift off to sleep. He mumbled words only the smiling italian attached to
his chest could hear. "Ti amo..."