A/N: hey people!
I tried to put this on the kink meme but for some reason it wouldn't let me load it there. I will however at the first moment I am able to.
And in case you can't tell, I had a lot of fun with this chapter.
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Germany stretched as she left her study room. She brought one arm across her chest and stretched the muscles before doing the same to the other one.
She sighed as she glanced at her wristwatch and smiled slightly. She actually had finished her days work earlier than usual.
"Prussia is most likely with Romano." Germany said to herself. Her face heated up slightly at the thought of Romano which brought back the memory of today and what he had said to her.
"Did…did he actually mean that?" she whispered to herself.
A knock at her door brought her out of her thoughts. Starting slightly she walked to the front door and opened it.
A man stood there with a clipboard and a bouquet of flowers.
"Louise Beilschmidt?" he asked. At her nod he held out his clipboard "Sign here."
She quickly signed her name. "What is all of this?"
The man held the bouquet towards her. "A delivery from someone."
Germany took the bouquet in both hands and looked it over. "From who?"
The man glanced at the clipboard. "Says here that it is from a man by the name of…Feliciano Vargas."
Germany froze at the mention of Italy; she turned the flowers in her hands.
"Have a nice day ma'am." the man said tilting his hat towards her before he left. Germany could hear him start his car and drive away as she closed the door, still staring at the flowers.
"Why would Italy send me flowers all of a sudden?" she asked herself.
She sighed as she brought them into the kitchen and gently placed them on the table. Reaching into her cabinets she pulled out a vase and quickly filled it with water. Smiling slightly she took a knife out of the drawers and started to cut the ends of the flowers.
She placed them into the water and gently pulled the cover off of them to finally see which flowers Italy had sent her.
Cornflowers. Blue cornflowers. Her national flower.
She touched the top of the flowers with a single finger gently, the pad of her finger tracing the petals softly.
Italy had sent her flowers. She smiled at the thought of it as she picked up the vase and carried them into her office to place somewhere she could always see them.
She left her office towards her library however she stopped and quickly walked back to her office and peered into it.
She smiled once more at the flowers before closing the door behind her and actually going to her library.
Sitting in her one seat couch, with her legs folded slightly beside her, glasses on her face, book in her hands, a glass of some sort of liquor on the table next to her.
That was her definition of a peaceful night.
And lately she hasn't had that many of them, to simply sit and read her book. Italy had always come over and filled the room with talking and making it difficult for her to read.
She didn't mind the Italian, far from it she loved it when he came over, however there were some nights that she simply wished to read quietly.
However she still couldn't concentrate. Her eyes kept flying to the clock next to her drink. Usually around this time Italy would either call or come over.
She sighed as she gently closed the book and placed it on her lap. She pulled off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.
A knock at her door brought her out of her thoughts for the second time today. Placing her book on the table she got up and walked to her front door.
She opened the door and to her surprise Italy stood there grinning.
"Hi Germany!" he said happily.
Germany smiled and when Italy came forward for his hug she placed her arms around him.
"Hey Italy." she said softly. "This is different, you knocking on my door instead of simply walking in."
"But it's good manners to knock first." Italy said placing his hands behind his back. "How are you?"
"I am fine. Yourself?" Germany asked.
"I'm well too!" Italy said walking towards the kitchen. He glanced at Germany behind him. "Did you have dinner yet?"
Germany shook her head. "I know that you enjoy making dinner for the both of us so I didn't eat anything."
Italy brightened and clapped his hands together. "Great! I'm making a new kind of sauce today so be prepared!"
Germany smiled. "Alright I will."
"I'll just come to your office to get you when it's ready right?" Italy asked entering the kitchen.
Germany shook her head. "In the library actually. I'm reading this night."
"What book?"
"The Great Gatsby." Germany said. She could swear a light brightened in Italy's eyes at the mention of the book.
"That's one of my favorites." Italy said.
Germany held her hands up. "I just started reading it though!"
Italy grinned. "Then I won't spoil anything for you."
Germany smiled at him. "I won't stay in the way of your cooking happiness. Just remember to clean after yourself soldier." she said waving her finger towards him.
Italy saluted. "Yes…ma'am."
"Sir." Germany said sternly.
"Sir." Italy said softly.
Germany chuckled to herself as she turned and started back towards her library before she stopped suddenly.
"Germany?" Italy asked.
Germany cleared her throat, bringing her hand to her lips slightly. "Um…thank you."
Italy tilted his head to the side and smiled. "For what?"
Germany still didn't look at Italy however he was able to see the red blush across her cheeks. "For…for the flowers. They are beautiful."
"You're welcome Germany." Italy said softly.
Italy popped his head into the library. "Germany!" he called. "Dinner."
Germany closed the book and pulled off her glasses and placed both on the table before following Italy to the living room. She couldn't help the glance she sneaked into the kitchen to make sure it was clean.
She gave a sigh of relief when she saw that it was clean.
"I know you hate it when I make a mess." Italy said looking back at her. "I cleaned it, don't worry."
Germany smiled back at him. "I know, I know. I can't help it however."
Italy smiled and took her hand in his. "Come on, I made something I know you'll like."
Italy led her to her living room where she paused in the doorway. The lights had been dimmed, candles had been lit, a black tablecloth covered the table, and she could smell a pasta and sausage dish on the table.
"Italy?" Germany asked slowly. "What is all this?"
"Fettuccine with sausage and kale." Italy said proudly.
"No." Germany said shaking her head. She waved her hand around the room. "I mean, what's everything else?"
Italy tiled his head to the side with his hands clasped behind his back. "I just wanted to make things a bit more romantic."
Germany blushed again. "Why do you need romance?"
Italy smiled and took her hand in his. "I…just wanted to make things slightly different tonight from the other nights. Does it bother you?"
Germany slowly shook her head. "No…it doesn't bother me at all." She looked up at him and smiled. "If anything. It makes me very happy."
"Let's have dinner." Italy said. He walked Germany to her seat and pulled it out for her. Once she was seated he pushed it back before running to the kitchen and returning with a bottle of wine.
"I know you like beer more than wine." Italy said apologetically. "But this wine goes great with the meal."
Germany smiled. "I don't mind, thank you."
Italy smiled and held up the bottle. "Wine?"
Germany held her glass up. "Thank you."
"What part did you get up to in the book?" Italy asked.
"I finished it." Germany answered as she fixed the pillows on the bed before the two of them crawled under the sheets.
"Did you like it?" Italy asked. "I like Fitzgerald's work and the Great Gatsby is one of my favorites."
"I just started to read his work." Germany said. She curled her arm around Italy who curled up close to her. "America suggested him and gave me some of his books."
"I like the way that he puts events of his own life into his books." Italy said. He placed his chin on her shoulder.
Germany glanced at him. "I didn't know about that."
Italy nodded. "Practically all of his works have something from his life. His wife, his girlfriend, his problems and desires."
"So what does Gatsby show from his life?" Germany asked.
"Gatsby was his desire from when he was younger to be a part of the higher up class that was filled with Old Money." Italy explained. "His love with Daisy was a parallel to when Fitzgerald was in love with a girl in a higher class."
Italy curled closer to Germany. "Another part of Fitzgerald's works is because of the Roaring 20s and then the Great Depression in America. The Roaring 20s is when the people were carefree and didn't have any responsibilities and the Great Depression was a result of their carelessness."
"Gatsby also represented the American Dream." Germany said. "The desire to climb up in the class and have money."
Italy nodded. "He was that in the beginning. Remember that note in the end? That was the real symbol of the Old America where you could work your way up. However his love of Daisy and falling in with the mafia destroyed that and created the New America."
"He didn't even truly love Daisy." Germany said softly. "It was all because of what she represented."
"…I think he loved her house more than he loved her." Italy said.
The two laughed for a moment before Germany glanced at him and said "I didn't know that you were such an in depth reader."
"Only when the books interest me." Italy said. He sighed in slight happiness as he curled his legs with Germanys.
They were silent for a moment before Italy said "they have two versions of the books in movies right now."
"And they are making a third version with Leonardo DiCaprio." Germany said stifling a laugh.
Italy grinned. "How much you want to bet that it's going to be in 3D?"
Italy hummed around the pins in his mouth as he sticked them into the fabric. Frowning slightly he spat the pins out and bit down on his tongue lightly in thought.
"Something doesn't seem right here." he said to himself.
Shaking his head he took out the piece of paper again and stared at the numbers.
"These seem to be correct." he said out loud. He glanced at the fabric that was slowly coming together. "But something still doesn't seem right."
He sighed and took the measuring tape off of his neck. He frowned at the fabric in front of him.
"Why aren't you working with me?" he asked it.
Hoping he wouldn't get an answer he leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
"Italy." a familiar voice called for him.
His eyes snapped open as the door behind him opened to reveal Germany.
Her eyes went to the pile of cloth and the mannequin he was using before she said "What on earth are you doing?"
Italy grinned. "Making a dress."
"A dress." Germany repeated. "For who?"
"You."
Germany chuckled lightly. "Why on earth would I need a dress?"
Italy shrugged. "For parties or those balls that England likes to throw sometimes."
Germany shook her head. "I don't wear dresses. Besides you are wasting your time."
Italy frowned. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why don't you wear dresses and why am I wasting my time?" Italy asked.
Germany sighed. "I don't wear dresses because dresses are associated with being a female and with being a female being weak. You are wasting your time because I will most likely never wear it. You are more likely to wear a dress than I am."
"I did wear dresses. When I was a child." Italy said.
"Point proven." Germany said.
Italy turned back to the fabrics in front of him. "I'm going to make you a dress Germany. And it's up to you if you're going to wear it or not."
"It's most likely not." Germany said. "Now stop. That's an order."
Italy shook his head. "Sorry captain. But that's an order I will not follow."
"Why on earth are you making a dress for me anyway?" Germany demanded. "If I felt inclined to wear one I can easily get one from a store."
Italy glanced at her. "Because the ones from the store are plain and are filled with only the desire to make money. Mine will be filled with love."
"And besides." Italy said taking his measuring tape once more. "Those dresses do not look that well and a beautiful woman such as yourself deserves only a beautiful and handmade dress."
Germany was silent behind him as Italy wrote down some more numbers on the piece of paper.
"If you're making a dress." Germany said quietly. "Don't you think it would be easier to do so if you had the proper measurements?"
Italy started slightly and looked at Germany. "Really?"
Germany was blushing a deep red and was looking to the side. "If…if you make it. I might, very big might, wear it."
Italy grinned and immediately tackled Germany in a hug.
"Thank you Germany!" he exclaimed.
He took a step back and said "Spread your arms out and I'll take your measurements."
Humming slightly Italy took the measuring tape and Germany spread her arms. Going to her back he pressed the tape across her shoulder blades.
She wasn't wearing her military jacket he realized. Just the white shirt that she wore underneath it. He smoothed out the path of the tape with the palm of his hand, the hand brushing Germany's shoulders.
Germany took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She could feel Italy's breath on the back of her neck. She hid a shudder at the feel of his hands running along her back and then her arms. Her waist. Her legs.
"Alright I think I'm done." Italy said quietly taking a step back.
Germany nodded. "If you need more, just tell me."
Italy nodded and stepped forward to press a kiss to her cheek. His soft lips against her skin. They paused and simply looked at one another for a silent moment.
Italy sighed slightly. "I…I should get back to making the dress." he said quietly.
Germany nodded. "There is still some more paperwork I need to do."
Neither of them moved from their spot.
Italy took a small step to the side so that they were facing one another and placed one hand on her waist. He could see Germanys shaking hand as she placed hers on his shoulder.
Italy stood on his toes slightly as he started to bring his face closer to Germanys. Their eyes closed as their faces neared.
A sudden bang that rang through the house started them out of their trance.
"Veneziano! Where are you?" Romano's voice rang through the house.
Germany glanced at him. "I…I need to go."
Italy nodded and watched as she left silently before turning and under his breath cursing his brother's horrible timing.
"Ohne Dich kann ich nicht atmen"
Germany started slightly and looked to where Italy was sitting and leafing through one of her books.
She slowly returned to her paperwork.
"Du bist mein Liebling."
This time she was sure that she heard something. She glanced around the room. Italy was sitting and reading the book while munching on an apple.
She turned her attention back to her work.
"Du bist mein ein und alles"
Germany placed her pen back on the desk. "Italy. What are you saying?" Germany asked.
Italy glanced up at and smiled.
"Du bist mein Sauerstoff und mein Sonnenlicht." he said enjoying the sudden blush that had appeared on her cheeks.
"Did my brother teach you these words?" Germany asked amused.
Italy shook his head. "I learned them."
Germany tilted her head back and laughed. "Did you learn to flirt with my people?"
"There's only one girl that I want to flirt with." Italy said. "And she is sitting in front of me right now."
"It…a…ly." Germany said slowly the blush intensifying.
Italy smiled as he stood and started to walk towards her.
"Ohne Dich , kann ich nicht leben." Italy murmured.
He came to her desk and placed his hands on top of it and leaned closer to her.
"Liebe ist kein Wort aber was Ich fühle für Dich." Italy whispered. "Ich werde mit dir sein."
He leaned closer to Germany until their faces were centimeters apart. Germany was silent as she watched him, her cheeks a deep red.
"Mein Herz gehört Dir, nur Dir." he whispered.
Germany tilted her head to the side and upwards and closed her eyes.
"Ich liebe dich." Italy said before their lips finally connected.
Their lips moved together in unison as if this wasn't their first kiss but hundredth. Germany moaned into the kiss as their tongues entwined. Italy
cupped her face in one hand as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.
When they parted to take in air they leaned their foreheads together breathing heavily.
"Ich liebe dich." Italy repeated.
Ohne Dich kann ich nicht atmen- I can't breathe without You
Du bist mein Liebling.- You are my beloved
Du bist mein ein und alles- You are everything to me
Du bist mein Sauerstoff und mein Sonnenlicht- You are my oxygen and my sunlight
Ohne Dich , kann ich nicht leben- I can't live without You
Liebe ist kein Wort aber was Ich fühle für Dich- Love is not a word but what I feel for you
Ich werde mit dir sein- I would like to be with You
Mein Herz gehört Dir, nur Dir- My heart belongs to You
Ich liebe dich-I love you
Most likely in either the next chapter or the one after that there will be sex.
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Until next time.
This is Phoenix-Fire Power over and out.
