First yaoi smut, it sucks I know. Its kind of hard to describe smut when you haven't actually experienced smut. If you don't like yaoi guyxguy then what are you doing on here in the first place? If you do then that's why you're here right. Enjoy :P


Chapter 1

"Luddy!" Italy sang as he ran into the dining room where the German sat eating. Italy flung himself on to Germany's back almost making him choke. Italy wrapped his arms around Germany's neck.

"Vot Feli?" Germany asked in his thick German accent that sent shivers down the small Italian's spine.

"I need your opinion on something. Ve~" Italy chimed, he was still holding Germany's neck therefore not allowing him to see his friend.

"Okay," Germany agreed "vot is it?" He said turning after Italy released him. What Italy was wearing surprised the German. Germany felt his face grow hot, his face wasn't the only thing to grow hot. "Feliciano?! V-Vot are you v-vearing?!" He exclaimed stuttering like a complete idiot. Italy was wearing a pink bunny suit that looked to be a few sizes too small on the small boy. The pink fabric showed off every dimple, curve, and line on his body. The small bulge, Germany notice, was quite visible and Germany found himself not being able to look away and not wanting to for that matter. He attempted to quiet that thought only in succeeding in arousing himself more.

"Well, Luddy, what do you think? Do you like it? Ve~" Italy asked in his cutest puppy voice noticing the German's reaction to his appearance.

"Vot made you vant to dress like zat?!" Germany asked trying to solve his 'problem' and failing miserably.

"Well, I'm going to Mr. America's Cosplay Convention with Fratello. Ve~" Italy said looking at the ground sensing he was in trouble.

"I can't let you go out like zat!" Germany scolded. The blush deepening on his cheeks. Why does seeing Italy like this make him feel this way? Could it be that he realized that if Italy, his Italy, went out like that people would be staring at him without his permission? Maybe he wanted to keep Italy all to himself. He pondered over it and agreed that that is what it was. "Italy," Germany started using his country name, "I forbid you from leaving like that, even if it is with Romano." He gestured to the outfit. Italy grabbed the bunny ar headband off of his head.

"Your so mean, Germany." Italy pouted. He turned and stomped up the stairs to find something to Germany's liking.

Feeling bad for scolding Italy, Germany mentally slapped himself and sat back down waiting for Italy to return.

Italy walked into his room and opened his Cosplay chest, he rummaged through it and found a green maid's dress. He paused staring at it remembering the Holy Roman Empire. He blinked and shook his head trying to forget his lost love. "Why can't I stop thinking of him? I have Germany now, and plus he is never coming back. Big brother France said so." Italy mumbled to himself as he put on the dress.

It hung down just above his knee, the apron showed some signs of age for it was slightly yellowed. The sleeves of the apron flared with ruffles, it also came with a red bow that Italy tied around his neck which hung limply on his chest. He then tied the slightly yellow bandana around his head avoiding the copper curl that refused to stay down. He walked over to his desk with a mirror and applied some foundation and some blush. "There," He said admiring the quick job he did, "If the bunny suit didn't work, this is sure to." He stood up and looked in the mirror checking to make sure that not one hair, aside from the curl, was out of place and his make-up was perfect before heading downstairs to the kitchen where Germany was waiting for him. "Ve~ How's this Luddy?" Italy asked in the best puppy dog voice he could muster. Germany turned around hearing his lover's sweet voice. When he saw Italy in the dress a flash picture of a little girl in the same dress appeared. 'Ever since ze 900s, I have alvays loves you.' He heard a voice say when the vision ended he was back in the kitchen staring at Italy. He blushed thinking how cute Italy looked right now. He stood up knocking the chair over, he immediately picked it up.

"Uh…um..You look g-good F-Feli." He stuttered.

"Really?! Buono!" Italy shouted as he clapped his hands together. "Okay well, if that is all you have to say, then I'm leaving now. Ve~" He announced grabbing a small bag and heading out the door.

"Vait, Feli!" Germany called after him. Italy turned and looked back a hopeful look in his eyes. "Vot time vill you be coming home?" He asked.

"Well, its at America's homeland so I'll probably be gone for a couple days. Ve~" Italy explained with a smile.

"Oh o-okay, Sicher sein, ich leibe dich." Germany told him.

"Ok, lo fara, ti amo troppo, ciao." Italy said walking out the door. He stood by the door outside waiting for Germany to stop him from going to the convention but when he didn't he went to his brother's car and they left.

Germany closed the door and leaned against it. "Vie did I feel zat vay ven I saw him in zat dress? Und vie did it remind me of somesink I can't remember?" Germany asked himself. He ran over to the phone and dialed the only number he thought would know the answer to his questions.

"Hello, you are speaking to ze awesome me." Prussia answered.

"Bruder, ve need to talk!" Germany said almost screaming into the phone.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on bruder, vot do ve need to talk about exactly?" Prussia asked.

"About me, about my past." Germany explained hoping to get at least some kind of answer from the annexed country. There was a long pause on the other end. "Bruder?" Germany asked.

Prussia let out a long sigh. "Ja, I'm here." He said, "but ve can't talk over ze phone, I'm coming over. Is Italy zere?"

"Nein. He vent to America's place for some Cosplay convention." Germany explained.

"Guten. I don't vant him zere ven I tell you." Prussia said sighing in relief.

"Vie? Vot don't you vant him to know?" Germany asked.

"I'll tell you ven I get zere." Prussia said softly. They hung up and Germany sat on his recliner waiting for Prussia to arrive. About half an hour later, Prussia knocked on Germany's door. Germany stood up heading for the door thinking he'd regret Prussia's visit. He opened the door to reveal Prussia with his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sanks for coming bruder." Germany said.

"Ja, don't mention it." Prussia said rubbing his neck and surprising the German by not boasting about how awesome he was for taking time to visit his bruder.

"Now, I vant to know vot happened to me in ze past." Germany prodded.

"Ja about zat, vest, you might vant to sit down." Prussia suggested leading Germany to the sitting room. They both sat down, Germany on the sofa and Prussia on the recliner.

"Can you tell me now, bruder?" Germany asked with anticipation.

"Yes," Prussia said, pausing to take a deep breath figuring out a way to break it to Germany. "Has Italy ever said anything about somevun called 'Holy Rome' or 'HRE'?" Prussia asked.

Germany thought about this for a while "Now zat you mention it, I sink I have heard him mumble somesink like zat in his sleep. It has alvays vorried me for some reason." Germany confirmed. "But, vot does zat have to do vith my past?" A migraine started forming at the back of his head.

"Vell, Italy loved somevun called Holy Rome or ze Holy Roman Empire and he loved Italy back. However Holy Rome sought zat Hungary alvays dresses Italy in vun of her dresses…" Prussia explained.

"Vait," Germany interrupted. "vas zis dress green vith a vite apron, red bow and vite bandana?"

"Ja, actually, how did you know?" Prussia asked.

"Because he vas vearing somesink like zat tonight." Germany explained a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he remembered the outfit the small Italian left in.

"Anyvay," Prussia continued. "Holy Rome had to go to var only to leave poor Italy behind. You know zat old push broom top you have?"

"Ja, I never got rid of it, und never really understood vie. It alvays felt like it vas somesink important." Germany confirmed.

"Vell, before Holy Rome left Italy gave him ze top of his push broom as a memento." Prussia continued.

"Vot happened to ze Holy Rome?" Germany asked as scenarios of what could happen to the small nation whizzing through his mind.

"He vent to var against France and lost. France sought zat he killed ze Holy Rome but zen in actuality he only mortally vounded him. I vould know, I'm ze vun who found him." Prussia said tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he relived the painful memory.

"Vell? Vot happened?" Germany asked at the edge of his seat.

"France told Italy about Holy Rome and it tore Italy apart." Prussia continued. "I found an amnesiac Holy Rome vandering ze southern boarders of vot is now Germany."

"So vot you are saying is zat I'm ze Holy Roman Empire?!" Germany screeched. "Bruder, how is zat even possible?!"

"You got me on zat vun bruder. Anyvay, now zat ve have zat out of ze vay, how about ve go for a drink?" Prussia admitted.

"Nein." Germany declined. "I'm just going to stay here and let all zis sink in if you don't mind."

"But Veeeeesssstt," Prussia whined. "You never go out vith me any more!"

"I said NEIN!" Germany yelled. "Now please leave!"

"Okay, fine." Prussia said holding his hands up in surrender. "Your loss, ze great and awesome Prussia is now leaving."

"Bye." Germany growled, shutting his brother out of the house. He leaned against the door nursing the migraine that formed due to the new information.


AN: Thanks for reading, I love you all my readers. Reviews give me smiles, flames help me make cookies. Translations below in order of Language.

Italian:
Buono-good
Ok, lo fara, ti amo troppo, ciao- Okay, I will, I love you too, bye.

German:
Sicher sein, ich leibe dich- Be safe, I love you.
Nein- no

Ciao ;P