Hayo! Here's another oneshot! I hope you like it, it was actually a request from someone on Wattapad.

Cioccolata Calda o Heiße Schokolade

The sound of rustling papers the scratching of a pen were the only sounds that disturbed the silence in the neat office. A tall man with blue eyes and blond hair sat at a simple desk while he apparently did some type of paperwork. The window behind him, which was steadfastly closed, showed that outside there was a small snow flurry blowing through the area. No doubt it would become a full scale blizzard by the end of the night.

The man, known as Germany, or Ludwig to those close to him, was unperturbed by the growing storm, however. Instead he was thoroughly intent on his work. If one cared to look long enough, they would be able to see the tell-tale signs of stress. For instance, his eyebrows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth drew down into a tired frown, and his eyes were just the tiniest bit red, which indicated that he had been working for quite some time without a break. He most undoubtedly needed a rest, but the stubborn set of his shoulders and his unfaltering writing left no questions as to whether he would willingly stop.

Of course, key word being willingly.

Just at that moment, the door to the neat office suddenly burst open, causing Germany to look up at the unexpected intrusion. Standing at the door, shivering, was an average sized man (little in comparison to Germany), with light brown hair and big, brown eyes. He had a strange curl poking out the side of his head as well, which, remarkably, seemed to be shivering also. He was wearing only a thin maroon sweater and dress pants that could not have been very thick. This man was none other than Northern Italy, most commonly referred to as Italy, and Feliciano to his friends.

Germany only had the time to stand up before Italy was running at him, throwing his arms out wide as he flung himself at the muscular blonde.

"GERMANYYYYY!"

Germany easily caught the near hysterical Italian, and reflexively cradeld him in his arms as he looked questioningly down at his lover. "Feliciano? What are you doing here?"

Italy gazed up at him with big, teary eyes, and Germany was suddenly under fire by a torrent of words.

"Well, I wanted to see you today, like I really really really needed to see you because I haven't seen you in weeks because of my boss and stupid work, and my heart felt all heavy and sad, so I went to your house through Switzerland because I knew that it was the fastest way to get to Germany and I REALLY wanted to see you and~"

"Wait, Feliciano, did you go out in this weather? In that?" Germany halted the brunet as he frowned at him in concern, glancing quickly out the window at the steadily growing gale. Italy nodded his head quickly, opening his mouth to speak again.

"Yes because I didn't know that it was like this, if I had known I would have worn something thicker, or maybe I would've called you and asked you to pick me up, but I DIDN'T know it was going to be this cold, Ludwig, and I really just wanted to see you soooo badly! I even didn't mind when Switzerland shot at me, because I would be over here soon and be able to hug you and kiss you.~" At last Italy seemed to have said all that he needed to say, and instead he settled for doing what he had aimed to do since he'd first set out from his home; he leaned up and kissed Germany fully on the lips for a good few seconds, and then he withdrew and snuggled closer to Germany's chest, smiling as he did so and humming contentedly.

Gazing down at his boyfriend and processing everything that had just spewed forth from his mouth (Really, Italy never seemed to breathe when he was talking; it was all one big run-on sentence!), Germany absent-mindedly stroked his hair, staying away from the almost sentinent curl. He knew that Italy wasn't all that fond of cold weather. He hardly even had any, especially compared to the type of winter weather that Germany experience. Winters in Northern Italy tend to be cool and humid; oftentimes it'll rain, but hardly ever snow. That was just part of the territory when you were a mediterranean country. In Germany, however, there was a consistent amount of all weather. Rain, snow, sunshine, and wind all took their respective turns throughout the year. The winters were cold, of course, but there weren't usually any periods of prolonged snow or frost. However, this was one of those rare times when Germany was expecting a snowstorm to hit. It wouldn't last very long, thankfully, but it was enough to last a couple of days. Even though Germany's weather was mild compared to more northern nations, he knew that it would be biting cold to his Italy.

Sighing, Germany pulled away from Italy and, ignoring his pout, he said in a tone that brooked no arguement (basically his normal voice), "Look, Feliciano, this weather is going to last for a couple of days at most. During that time, I think that you should remain here, since I don't really want you out in this at all."

"Really? I get to stay with Ludwig for two whole days?" When Germany nodded, Italy's face broke out into his normal bright smile. "Incredibile! Sono così felice!* We're going to have so much fun, Ludwig~" Italy nearly sang, even doing a little happy dance that made Germany unable to not smile at his cuteness. "We haven't been able to spend this much time together in a long time, so you shouldn't do any work while I'm here!"

Should've been expecting that one. Italy was much smarter than he let most of the other nations believe. Secretly, Germany was very proud of his little Italian. He also knew that, in this situation, Italy was right. They hadn't seen each other in a while (something Germany tried to distract himself from by burying himself in his work). They needed to have this time alone together, if only for them to relax and then get right back to work. Which is what Germany would definitely be doing, but Italy...Well, he would just go back to doing what he normally does, which consisted of everything but work.

Nodding his head in agreement, Germany allowed a small chuckle to slide past his lips. "All right, no work. Just you and me." Italy beamed even brighter, and latched onto Germany once again.

"Yayyyy! Oh, what are we going to do first?" Here Italy paused, and brought up a hand to rub against his chin to think, a habit he had picked up from Germany over the years. Suddenly, he perked up, and started jumping up and down excitedly. "Oh, OH! I know!"

"What is it, Feliciano?" Germany asked in amusement. Although he didn't know what had just occurred to his lover, he knew that it would all be explained in time, and really, he was used to this sort of thing.

Stopping his mini-celebration, Italy turned and grinned eagerly up at the German. "Oh, you'll find out soon! But, I need you to go start a fire in your fireplace first, I saw that you didn't have one going when I ran into your house."

"What's the point of leaving a fire going when there's no one in there with it to use the warmth? That's just an unnecessary hazard," Germany stated, raising an eyebrow at Italy's antics. Did he leave fires going randomly around his house. Actually, when he thought about it, he was sure that if Italy had a fireplace and it was any sort of weather besides hot, he would definitely leave a fire going all throughout the day.

Shaking his head, Italy smiled once again. "No, this time you'll be sitting in there with it until I join you. Then you'll know what we're doing."

Knowing that there was no use arguing with him (and he couldn't really do so anyway, since it would be just plain mean to refuse a request that was put forth so nicely and without any real reasons for doing so) Germany went to his sitting room. It was a medium sized room in the middle of the house that he kept a lot of books and various paintings in. It had a large fireplace, with a nicely kept hearth, courtesy of Germany's usual orderly habits. It had one large well worn couch, with a couple of armchairs near the fireplace. By the right end side of the couch stood a little wooden end table that had been bought from Sweden years ago. There was a medium sized rug covering the wooden floor in front of the hearth, and it too was well worn. Everything was in good condition, of course, they were just...lived in. They gave off a feeling of comfort, and people subconciously relaxed.

Germany placed logs from a nearby basket into the fire, along with some kindling. Then he took some flint (he knew he could use a lighter, but sometimes he felt like doing it the old fashioned way, like he used to) and struck them together. It only took him a couple of strikes to get a spark that quickly caught onto the kindling, and from there spread to the thick logs. Standing up straight, Germany could already feel the heat spreading through the room in waves, which caused him to suddenly realize that he had been a bit chilled himself. Whatever Italy was up to, he just hoped that it could be done in here, where it was bound to get very warm.

Since he didn't know how long Italy would take, Germany walked over to one of the four bookshelves in the room. Running his fingers along the spines of the many gathered books, Germany eventually settled on one that was larger than the others with a worn (Many things that the nations owned were worn) leather binding. Pulling it out revealed it to be a photo-album. Germany carried it with him over to the couch, and began flicking through its pages, pausing for a few seconds to examine each one and the pictures it held.

On the very first page there was a small portrait of a little boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing lederhosen, which was German for leather breeches. The boy looked almost shy, as if he wasn't sure about how he was supposed to react to his portrait being drawn. Next to him stood a man that was his opposite in every way, except for the fact that you could see the similarities in their facial structures. This man had white hair, with deep red eyes and a confident smirk that easily betrayed how confident he was in his abilities. (A front, the man was in actuality sort of self-concious, though he made up for it by being extremely loud and arrogant around others.) He was wearing a blue outfit that had to be military in nature. He seemed to have no care in the world, and his arm was wrapped around the little boy tightly, who looked relieved to have that comfort.

Germany sighed lightly as he saw the picture of himself and his brother Prussia. Currently, Prussia was over at Spain's house, visiting him and France. He hoped Romano was there; at least if the grumpy Italian was there, they wouldn't do anything illegal. Most likely.

Flipping to another page, he saw another sight that brought back memories. There, at a table, were seated four people. One was Germany himself as he looks now, although considerably less tired and almost fresh faced. Beside him was Prussia, wearing his normal blue military clothes, with an arm slung casually across the back of a chair in which sat a beautiful woman. She had long brown hair, and had a flower placed casually in it. She was wearing a green dress with an apron type deal over it, with a red bow on the top near her neck. She had green eyes, and seemed to be irritated with the albino next to her. Finally, there was the last member of the group. He looked very aristcratic in nature, with his purplish blue coat and white undershirt. He had very dark brown hair, possibly black, and was wearing glasses. He also had a little mole near the left side corner of his mouth. His face looked disgruntled, as if he too didn't particularly want to be near Prussia. Truly, Germany couldn't blame Hungary and Austria. His brother was a bit of a handful sometimes. Or most of the time.

He was interrupted from further reminiscing when he heard the door open and close behind him. Germany placed the photo album on the end table as he heard the padding of Italy's feet approach him. When he looked up at his lover, he was surprised to see his arms full. Italy was holding a large folded blanket under one arm, and two mugs of something steaming and sweet smelling in each hand.

Italy walked over to Germany and handed him one of the mugs, smiling fondly as he did so. Germany sniffed it, then took a quick sip.

"Heiße Schokolade?" Germany asked, not really surprised. He raised an eyebrow at his lover, who nodded happily.

"I assume that means hot chocolate, so yes. In Italian we say 'Cioccolata Calda'," Italy said amiably, somehow managing to sit on the couch right next to Germany, pull the thick blanket over the both of them, and not spill his hot chocolate. Needless to say, Germany was impressed, although he couldn't help but wonder where this skill was during training.

"What do you want us to do?" Germany asked, sliding his left arm around Italy's waist and drawing him closer. Italy snuggled into Germany's side and giggled contentedly.

"This. Just this," Italy said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. Then, before Germany could react, he reached up and placed a lingering kiss on Germany's lips. When he pulled back, he grinned cheekily. "And a little of that."

Germany smiled- a wide smile filled to the brim with happiness- and, despite the blush on his cheeks, he leaned down and pressed a kiss of his own to the Italian's lips. "That sounds like a great idea."

And that was how the two spent the rest of the evening, just sitting in front of the warm fire, drinking hot chocolate, and snuggling underneath a warm blanket.

Although they did have a pasta break.

I used three different languages for the title of this story. They were Italian, German, and Spanish. Of course you know what the two phrases mean (hot chocolate), and the 'o' is Spanish for 'or'. Initially it was only going to be Italian, but then I thought that it wouldn't be fair to Germany, so I was like, "Compromise." I used Spanish because I'm actually learning that language, so I understand it better than Italian and German. Although I can't yet speak it very well, I'm getting to where I can read it almost fluently. ^_^ If you speak German or Italian and noticed any mistakes, please correct me. I will make sure to go back and change it.

*Incredibile! Sono così felice! = Amazing! I am so happy!