"Haha, pasta!" I yelled, waking myself up. I groggily blinked my eyes, trying to recognize where I was at because I knew it wasn't my room, Japan's, or big brother South Italy's. It was Germany's room, I didn't remember falling asleep in here. I glanced up as I realized I was holding someone and they were holding me.

"G-Germany...?" I whispered under my breath, his hair was in his face and he didn't look so mean, he actually looked cute.

"Cute? What's wrong with me?"

He groaned, his hand slid down from my back to my bottom, he cupped it lightly. I gasped, he did nothing but leave his hand there. I felt very uncomfortable, I needed to wake him up. I sat up slowly, turning to him.

"Germany..." I muttered in his ear, no effect.

"GERMANY! GERMANY, HELP ME!" He awoke in no time, grabbing his pistol.

"What?! What's wrong Italy?!" I laughed at him, shaking my head.

"You were being a dirty pervert Germany!"

"I was?" He looked shocked, he usually didn't do anything in his sleep...or awake either. He placed his pistol on his nightstand, sighing.

"What was I doing?" I felt uncomfortable answering the question, my smile turned into a nervous grin.

He seemed uncomfortable with the question, I never do anything perverted in my sleep and barely when I'm awake.

"Italy?" I cocked my head at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You can tell me, and I won't do it ever again." He started crying, he was so emotional!

"You grabbed my butt Germany! I didn't like it then you wouldn't take your hand off!" I felt a hot blush cross my cheeks as I looked away from him.

"I-I did that?"

"Yes! and you're blushing again..." He said, poking my face. I smacked his hand away, glaring.

"Ouch, that hurt Germany.." I muttered, rubbing my hand. I felt tears build up at the corners of my eyes.

"I'm sorry Italy..." He leaned forward, taking my hand gently, rubbing it.

"Is that helping?"

"Oh yes! It's starting to stop!" I said cheerfully, watching him. He had a strange look on his face, and it looked like his blush darkened a bit.

"Hey Germany, why does your face do that when you look at me or touch me?" He glanced up, stopping.

"What do you mean?"

"You face gets a weird look, like your constipated!" He grabbed me into a chokehold. I started screaming and crying.

"NO DON'T KILL ME GERMANY!"

"You insulted me! I have every right to kill you right now!" He flipped me around to look at him, I stared at him through tears.

"No please don't!"

I glared at him but suddenly I felt this strange urge to hold him, or something...he looked so pitiful. I leaned forward near his face more, my glare fading.

"G-Germany?"

"Shh...Italy...It's okay, I'm sorry." I cooed, placing a kiss on his lips. I stifled his gasp of shock as he broke away from me, he was now crying.

"Oh shit..." I breathed, realizing what I just did. I let Italy go quickly, he just cried there...I felt stupid and confused. I heard a knock on the door, turning quickly away from him.

"...Italy, Germany, it's time for breakfast." Japan said, walking into my room.

"I made it, I just finished." He smiled triumphantly.

"Thank you Japan, oh by the way, what time is it?" I asked, trying to smile.

"It's 9 A.M...you couldn't tell from the light shining in through your window?"

"Smartass..." I breathed, swinging my legs to the floor. Italy ran past me, out of the room.

"What was that about?" Japan questioned, looking down the hall. I laughed, shrugging.

"I don't know but I really am hungry, maybe he was too." I lied, I knew exactly why he ran out of my room. I brushed past Japan, thinking about what I just done.

"H-He kissed me...Germany kissed me." I kept saying to myself in my room. I felt sick, like I had ate something disgusting and now I had a tummy ache. Why did he do that, why did he look at me like that, what was going on with him?!

"Why is this happening?" I asked, holding my pillow.

"Italy? It's time for breakfast..." Germany creaked my door open, peaking in. The sick feeling grown worse from the sight of him.

"I'm not hungry Germany, my tummy hurts.." I said, smiling smally.

"Do you have a tummy ache?" He opened the door all the way, taking a step in. I nodded quickly, wanting him to leave.

"Should I get you medicine?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, please!"

"Alright, I'll run to the speichern and pick up some." He turned, closing the door. I heard him walking away, his steps heavy.

I felt so weird, he believed me and I never lie it seems, I'm too innocent to and maybe that's why he believed me.

"I'm sorry Germany..." I whispered, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

(Yo! Chapter two is finally out! Yeyah! So an interesting turn on events have occurred as you can see and I hope you liked this chapter. Read and review! **Note: Speichern means store in German.** Thanks for reading!)