a/n: thanks to Wicked Winter, Valkerie, Threnna and lunix. renegade for the reviews! This time, listen to Lena Meyer-Landrut's 'Satellite' while reading!

"I went everywhere for you," Italy starts, looking at Germany. "I even did my hair for you."

Everyone looks at Italy's hair curl and America raises an eyebrow.

"I bought new underwear, they're blue," Italy's voice is soft and coquettish as he bats his eyelashes. "And I wore 'em just the other day."

Germany's mouth falls open and France whistles.

"Love, you know I'll fight for you," Italy declares passionately and England resists the urge to laugh. "I left on the porch light for you," Italy pouts.

"Whether you are sweet or cruel, I'm gonna love you either way," Italy nods, sending a smouldering look Germany's way.

England nods, laughing deliriously, slapping Germany hard on the back in support and Germany feels like introducing his face to its mistress - the table.

"Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you," Italy sighs dramatically. "Cause I, oh, I can't go a minute without your love," he advances towards Germany.

Canada and France had momentarily taken over America and Russia's position as 'resident G8 couple' and now it seems as if Italy wants to usurp it with Germany.

"Like a satellite, I'm in an orbit all the way around you," Italy literally launches himself in orbit around Germany. "And I would fall out into the night, can't go a minute without your love," he strokes the German's cheek gently and the blonde cringes, not quite knowing how to react.

"Love, I got it bad for you," Italy's hand dips slightly lower to Germany's neck. "I saved the best I have for you," he leans in and Germany grips the arm rest of his seat tight, gulping.

"You sometimes make me sad and blue," Italy's lips are dangerously close to Germany's. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

The blonde nation heaves a sigh in relief as Italy backs away.

"Love, my aim is straight and true! Cupid's arrow is just for you," Italy twirls around. "I even painted my toe nails for you, I did it just the other day!"

"No, I don't think I want to see it," Germany shakes his head.

France applauds appreciatively while America and Russia look at Italy in fascination.

"Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you," Italy declares again and Germany sighs. "Cause I, oh, I can't go a minute without your love!"

"Like a satellite I'm in an orbit all the way around you, and I would fall out into the night, can t go a minute without your love!" Italy launches himself into orbit around Germany once again. "Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you! Cause I, oh, I can't go a minute without your love!"

"Where you go, I'll follow, you set the pace, we'll take it fast and slow," a naughty smile tugs at Italy's lips as Germany makes plans to introduce his face, no, forehead, to a better mistress - the wall. "I'll follow in your way..."

Suddenly the rest of the nations don't feel like knowing what Italy and Germany get up to together in bed.

"You got me, you got me, a force more powerful than gravity," Italy's eyes sparkle. "It's physics, there's no escape~"

"Love, my aim is straight and true," Italy stands up straight. "Cupid's arrow is just for you!" he winks at Germany, who groans.

Canada catches Germany's eye and he shrugs.

"That's life," he mouths as France's hands wander all over his back. The German nods in agreement, cringing.

"I even painted my toe nails for you," Italy shakes his head. "I did it just the other day..."

"Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you! Cause I, oh, I can't go a minute without your love," Italy prances about, singing.

Japan's smile is now disturbingly wide.

France nods appreciatively, swaying along to the beat, before going back to kissing Canada again.

"Like a satellite I'm in orbit all the way around you, and I would fall out into the night, can't go a minute without your," Italy takes a deep breath as he continues singing. "Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you! Cause I, oh, I can't go a minute without your love!"

"Love, love, love," he sighs. "Love."

"Love," Italy's voice is now a breathy whisper. "Love," he leans forward, placing his hands on Germany's thighs, looking into his eyes.

Suddenly, the room is silent and slowly, the nations begin the obligatory chant of 'kiss him!', which they repeat endlessly until Germany does and who knew that Italy was such a good kisser?

BANG!

There's a loud crash as one of the swivel chairs are knocked over, causing the nations to jump. England climbs on top of the table, swaying about, laughing giddily.

"Hear, hear!" he hiccups as he spins around on the table, looking drunk on seemingly... Nothing.

"Not again," Canada cringes as the rest of the countries stare at England.

a/n: lastly, we have England singing 'I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General!' ^^ don't go away, we'll be right back!