Chapter 2 : Cuddling Somewhere

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia or any of the characters! I just ship them incredibly hard!

Where was he? He was late. He would surely get a scolding later. The big aryan man paced around outside of his home. Italy promised they could go out tonight. Where was that damn Italian?

Hearing a car pull up, he looked at it. It was a long black limosuine. What the hell..? Angrily walking up to it, he couldn't see anything inside, but he could tell there were two people in the back and one in the front. "EXCUSE ME SIR." He yelled at the drivers window. It slowly rolled down as he heard erotic noises from the back of the vehicle.

Taking a step back, he looked at the driver disgusted. The driver seemed out of it. "Who the hell are you and why the FUCK are you here?!" Germany belted at the driver. He just turned his head slowly towards him.

His eyes were blue, and he looked like one of the lower countries, but Germany couldn't put his finger on who it was. The man just smiled stupidly at him. "Who is in the back seat, if I may ask?"

The man turned around and giggled. "Heheheheee~ It's your brudda and his little maiden." Immedietly thinking it was Hungary, he ripped the door open, about to lecture his brother about taking Hungary from Austria again.

But to his surprise, there were no females in the backseat. It was his silver haired brother and.. a Canadian. Taking in the scene before him, the Canadian was pinned down, his brother sucking his neck. The Canadians clothing was particularily scarce.

The Prussian just glared at his brother. "SHUT THE GOD DAMN DOOR!" The Canadian was completely red as he attempted to push the Prussian off, but he was too weak. Germany, completely red in the face, not from embarrassment, but from anger.

"IF YOU ARE GOING TO DO THINGS LIKE.. LIKE THIS, THEN GET THE HELL OUT OF THE DRIVEWAY. MEIN GOTT." Slamming the door shut, he stomped inside, grabbing the phone to contact the Italian.

The phone ringing in his ear irritated him even more. A small voice picked up, easily identifiable as Italy. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Hearing a squeak from the other line, he felt a little bad. "G-Germany.. Its only 6.. We agreed to meet at 7."

Snapping his head towards his clock, he realized the time. "Oh. Mein gott. Italy.. Es tut mir leid. Prussia just came home.. and I just saw him and that stupid Canadian ripping each others clothes off." He heard a small giggle from the other line.

"What is so funny about that?!" He raised his voice angrily. Hearing another small giggle, he recieved an answer. "Its just that you get so worked up about everything Germany. It's cute." Hearing praise(ish) from the other, the German's cheeks turned a light shade of red.

"D-Dummkopf.. I'll see you at 7. Exact. Got that?" Recieving another giggle and an answer, he hung up the phone. Letting out a deep sigh, he heard the front door unlock. The Prussian and Canadian walked inside, Canada was apologizing like mad, but Prussia just ignored him and dragged the small man to his room. This was going to be a long night.

6:59 P.M

Germany stood outside, he was well dressed, had everything he needed, plus a bouquet of red roses. He felt a little bad for scolding and yelling at Italy, so he bought some flowers. Seeing another vehicle pull up, he made better decisions and didn't go up to it this time.

Waiting on his porch, he watched the car door open and his favorite Italian skipped up to him. Before the Italian could attack him, Germany jut the bouquet in front of him, making any contact impossible.

"E-Eh? Are these for me?" Germany only noddd with a slight tint of red on his cheeks again. He felt the Italians hand touch his own as he took the flowers from him. "I-I'll send these home to be put in a vase!" He skipped once again over to the vehicle, gave them to the driver and gave him instructions in Italian.

"New guy?" Germany asked, seeing as though he couldn't speak English yet. Italy nodded as they both got into the vehicle. "Ah uhmm. Zum Alten Markt in Germany.." Italy smiled and piped in, "Portaci a Zum Alten Markt in Germania per favore~"

As they recieved their food at the restauraunt, Germany couldn't stop looking over at Italy. He looked.. Dazzling, to say the least. He was in a blue tuxedo, of course. With a black tie that matched his shoes. His skin was sunkissed as always, and his amber eyes were piercing, but adorable.

"Ich liebe dich.." Germany mumbled before he could filter his words. The Italian dropped his fork and blushed, but with a smile he said, "Ti amo anch'io~" For once, the German allowed a sincere smile as they ate their dinner in a comfortable silence.

Pulling back into his driveway, he let Italy out of the limosuine. "H-Hey.. Do you wanna.. Spend the night tonight? I-I know your brother doesn't like it.. but I miss you.. and that stupid Prussian is home again.. With a certain Canadian.."

Italy blushed lightly as Germany took his hand and kissed it. "Please..?" Slowly walking back to the vehicle, not letting go of his hand, he told the driver something in Italian. Germany wasn't terrible at Italian, but he only knew a few things, so he didn't understand. The driver nodded and drove off, without the Italian inside.

"So I guess thats a yes?" The German smiled once again. Shock filled his body as the Italian suddenly lunged towards him, capturing his lips smoothly. The shock faded and he found himself filled with warmth.

Wrapping his arms around the small boy, he kissed him back, but with more ferocity. Their lips crashed together as did their tongues entwine. Germany felt his excitement grow as his hands explored Italy's body.

He heard a small yelp from the Italian as he sifted through his clothing. "G-Germany.. Lets go inside.." Pausing, he backed away and slowly walked with the Italian inside, still hand in hand.

The next morning, the house was eerily quiet as everyone was sound asleep. It was unusual. On a normal day, Germany would stomp into Prussia's room as lecture him about sleeping in.. But there was no yelling or Germany in sight. A little worried, the Prussian took a trip to Germany's room.

To his surprise, he was still fast asleep cuddling with the little Italian.

A/N: Thanks for sticking around for another chapter! It's really weird, I truthfull wasn't sure if I wanted to include a sex scene or not. But then I decided not to. I promise there will be one in later chapters (;

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