Germany flinched as Italy pulled back the monitor, as if he was going to throw it. He did throw it. It landed a foot away from Germany with a loud crash. The blonde sighed deeply as he realized his life hadn't been ended by a hunk of abused machinery. He looked at the crumpled monitor next to him.

"Well, that's gonna void the warranty just a bit…" He looked back to Italy. He was walking towards him with a sly smile on his face. When he got there, he grabbed the taller man's collar and pushed him against the wall.

"Kiss me." He whispered.

"Bout time." Germany laughed. Italy flinched a little as the older man's tongue licked his upper lip, then lower, then the crease where they met. He quickly stuck his tongue into Italy's mouth, taking the chance to explore every part. Germany's tongue slid around in Italy's mouth, first from his cheeks, to teeth, to roof, and finally to his tongue, making Italy stifle a moan. To Germany's surprise, Italy's toungue started twisting around his own. After 3 minutes of spit swapping, Germany gave up. He needed air. He gasped and looked up, letting his head rest against the wall.

"Well, that was different" he panted. "How'd you get so good?" He looked down at his partner. The young man was grinning, ear to ear.

"I had a good teacher" Italy winked and merilly skipped to finish his dinner.

"…What the hell just happened?" He said to himself.

15 minutes later, Italy's dinner was done. Germany, being Germany, had already cleared half his plate. Italy, being in weirdness mode, was on his second helping.

"I did get you a present, y'know." Germany mumbled, mouth full.

"Hm?" Italy said through a mouth fuller than Germany's. "Where is it?

"In the back yard." In that instant, italy swallowed has food, pushed away from the table, and ran out the door, only to trip and fall on his face in the living room. Germany sighed and went to help the brunette up. He picked up Italy by the belt and helped him get his feet on the ground.

"Hey! That hurt!" studdered one embarassed Italy.

"Ok then, next time I'll leave you there. Let's go, Mr. Impatient." Germany walked to the back yard, Italy following. Italy stood in shock as he looked at his gift.

"A Moped?! You got me a Moped?!" Italy pounced on his partner. "Thankyou thankyou thankyou!"

"Your welcome. Here's the key. Why don't you look in the trunk?" Germany pointed to the trunk's key on the keychain. Italy walked to the trunk, opened it, and went bright red. The was a large bottle of thick blue gel.

"Lube?!" Italy stumbled back, only to be caught by the bigger man. He looked up. Germany waggled his eyebrows. Italy grabbed the bottle of lube, staring curiously.

"……Race you there?"

"winner's on top?

"Uh huh"

"Ok then. ReadysetGO!!" Germany ran away at full speed.

"Hey, no fair!!!" Italy ran after his lover, knowing all too well he already lost.