***Italy POV***
After breakfast, Germany had mentioned that he had to stop by the store to pick up something, and I offered to go with him. He agreed as he still had a bit of a headache, so I would drive him to wherever he needed to go.
We got into my car, a red Ferrari, and I drove him to the store. He repeatedly told me to slow down, but it was just too cute to look over at his face and see him in a state of terror.
Once we arrived, he insisted that I stay in the car as he wanted to get me a 'surprise'. He was just too adorable!
Timeskipppp
I drove to Germany's house, and he emptied the groceries into the refrigerator. He then sat down on the couch. Being the lazy Italian I am, I sat down next to him. Feeling him move away, I scootched closer to him. He continued to move away until he was at the end of the couch, and I moved even closer. He averted his gaze, not even attempting to look at me. I felt a bit sleepy, so I decided to rest my head on his shoulder. He tensed his muscles, so unfortunately my 'pillow' was not soft anymore.
***Germany POV***
Italy leaned his head on my shoulder. My entire body tensed, my heart racing. What was he trying to do? I shirted a bit to side and he groaned. Is he really asleep? I decided finally to stay still, with a sleeping Italian on my shoulder.
Wait...
It's the middle of the day. Why is he sleeping?
Well, he is Italy...
***Italy POV***
I drift off into dreamland and lose track of time. He smells so good, still fresh from his shower this morning. This simple life; it's a beautiful thing.