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Italy's Dreams

By Waterrain

Italy was clinging onto his pillow and he was rolling around a little on the bed.

"Italy." Germany said calmly and smoothly.

"Are you a girl?" Italy asked quickly, but then he noticed that Germany was wearing a tight black short sleeve shirt that clearly outlines breasts.

"Part female, but also part male." Germany replied simply.

"Huh?" Italy asked in confusion and he blinked his

"I have breasts and as some would refer to my kind of lower regions as a bratwurst." Germany stated bluntly and Italy's eyes widened in shock. His hands were grabbed firmly, he could feel Germany's covered breasts, and Italy's cheeks turned red.

"This is the female part." Germany told him gently and he guided Italy's hands downwards.

"Germany, vee. This is not a good idea. You might regret having me touch you and then cut off my vital areas." Italy cried out loudly, he did not want his private parts cut off, and his hand was touching Germany's covered manhood.

"Italy, I'm sorry. I must cut your little regions off." Germany stated firmly and Italy tried to slip away from the taller Nation's grip.

Italy fell out of bed and hit the floor with a thump. His head ached because of the fall, his heart was pounding, and he was shivering in terror. Italy blinked his eyes and shook his head. He stood up quickly while thinking 'Must check on Germany' and Italy forgot that he was naked, but to him it was just a little minor detail.

Germany blinked his eyes for his door was slammed opened, Italy jumped onto him, and he noticed that the smaller Nation was completely naked.

"Germany! Germany, I dreamt you were part girl and part boy!" Italy cried out loudly and he clung onto Germany.

"What?" Germany managed to ask, his mind was a bit blurry for he had just woke up, and Italy was straddling his hips naked. Germany mentally groaned and why must he be disturbed every night.

"You held my hands. In my dream I touched your covered breasts and vital regions. Then you regretted having me touch you and stuff. You were going to cut my thing off." Italy whimpered as he buried his head onto Germany's shoulder.

Germany felt confused, annoyed, and tired. He was barely paying attention to Italy's words or the meanings, but figured it was just another bad dream or something.

"Whatever, Italy. It is just a dream." Germany stated tiredly and silently wondered why Italy must tell him about every dream. He already had enough with Russia telling him about his blood filled dreams and Germany was still trying to suppress it. It does not bother him, but personally he does not wish to see blood and gore in his dreams every night. Not frightening, but Germany does not want to dream about what other Nations dreams about at all.

'Why must Italy tell me his dreams? Why does Russia inform me of his highly disturbing and gory dreams? I do not care or wish to know about others are dreaming about at all. It is their own business. Why share it?' Germany wondered briefly, but then decided it truly does not matter and all he wanted was to have a good night's sleep.

Italy nodded for he could feel Germany's covered manly parts with his lower body and he could feel Germany's muscular chest it brough him comfort. He watched as the blue eyes closed, Italy yawned quietly, and decided to sleep by Germany's side.

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