Chapter 3: What are You Waiting For?!

Being lost in thought about the man the tall German was hovering over, he found himself captivated by the way this young man slept, so carefree, so peaceful, so beautiful almost like an angel. Wait what?! What am I thinking?! Snap out of it, we're both men besides I highly doubt he even feel the same about me… Fighting his mind and heart the taller man stood up looking down at the red head and picked him up carefully, not to wake him and began to carry him home. Eventually making their way home Germany carried him to his bed and took the chance to look at Italy's leg wondering if that was the cause of his injury, looking up and down the man's body looking for it, he finally found it. His ankle, sliding the small man's boot off he then began to wrap his ankle.

Once done Germany stood up to leave but then hears a soft voice saying his name, "L-Ludwig…..." What? He just called me by my real name, is he dreaming? Intrigued by this the taller man went over to the red head to being called his real name. Germany couldn't help but softly stroke the small Italian's hair and saying in soft hushes "It's alright now, I'm here." The tall blonde spent hours watching over Italy, putting ice packs on his ankle, feeding him, and keeps him company till he's well enough to walk.
-Several hours later-

"Got any eights Italy?" the German said in a laughing tone as he chugged on his pint of beer. "I'm sorry but no, go fish!~" the small red head said as he scratched at his head thinking of what number to ask the blonde. Germany chuckles with a hiccup that follows his laughter as he draws a card and waits for Italy to ask a number. "U-umm say Germany, can I ask you something?" the small red head asked as he hid his face behind his cards. The half-drunk germen sat up with a serious look on his face waiting for the Italian's question. "Yes? What is it Italy?" the red head fiddled with his cards and bit his lip scared to ask what is floating around in his head. Oh crap oh crap oh crap what do I do?! God what should I ask, should I just drop it….no he'd only get mad at me. When the Italian looked up he found the eyes of a slurred drunken blonde staring dead at him. "Well? I'm waiting for your question Italy." Poor little Italy almost yelped when he saw Germany so close to him. "U-umm it's….it's nothing…" unsure as to what would happen next Italy stared down at the floor and twiddling his thumbs. The German chucked and said in an almost hushed tone, "Ah I see…." He smirked slightly as he moved closer to the smaller male's body and nipped on his cowlick making him shriek and almost jump out of his skin. "W-What the hell Germany?!" A booming sound of laughter let out from this tall man and he patted the smaller and almost frail like man. "I was only playing, how about a beer as my way of saying sorry eh?" the blonde smiled as he began to sip on his own beer again. The smaller man sat and pondered that question for a while till coming to a conclusion. "Yeah I'll take you up on that offer, throw me one."
One can after another the two drank, laughed, and played cards till they could hardly see the numbers of the cards. "H-hey…phfft…wait hold on I just came up with an awesome idea!" the small red head beamed as he became excited by his own idea. The pretty much drunken to the point blonde nodded in content waiting for his friend's idea. "W-We should play a new card game….we –hic- should play stripper poker!" the smaller man got the cards together quickly in a hurry to get the game started. The blonde looked up and down the Italian as he ran around getting the cards and bit his own lip as he felt a heat coming from his abdomen and then quickly evading his eyes from seeing anymore.