It was another rough day at training. As usual, Germany had been pushing Italy just a little too hard. He knew that the Italian was weak yet he continued to work him day after day, training after training. And of course Italy would complain every single time that it was too hard and he just wanted to take a siesta.
"Pick up the pace, Italy" yelled Germany.
"But Gerrrmannyyy" Italy whined. "I don't see why we have to b running all of the time!"
"It is because we are training for war! Do you want the enemy to defeat us" said Germany irritably.
"Well... Can't I just eat pasta" Italy asked.
"Uhg" Germany sighed thinking about how adorable Italy is when he talks about pasta and turned to walk away. "We will continue our training on schedule tomorrow. And you better not get in my bed tonight"
But sure enough, that night Italy snuck into Germany's bedroom and slipped into his bed. He was sure that the German was asleep and had not noticed that he was there. But Italy was wrong. Germany knew that he had snuck into his bed and a smile spread across his face as the Italian got under the covers next to him.
*This is it* Germany thought *if I don't do it now I will never have the courage to do it...* Germany's face turned bright red as he turned towards Italy who was already fast asleep. Germany lifted himself up so that he was almost over top of Italy. He closed his eyes and leaned down to kiss the sleeping Italian. His rough lips touched Italy's soft ones. The kiss lasted for a long time. As Germany pulled away from the kiss he saw that Italy's eyes were open and that he was smiling.
Italy grabbed Germany's head and pulled him down so that their lips touched once again. This time Italy slipped his tongue into the German's mouth and moved it around. Germany wrapped his arms around Italy and moved his fingers through the Italian's hair while they made out.
When Germany finally pulled away his face was bright red. Italy's face was red as well. Italy looked up at Germany and said "What took you so long?"
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