"Italy. How long do I have to stay like this." He said shifting the slightest bit to prevent his arm from falling asleep, earning an annoyed look from Italy as he peered at him from behind the canvas he was working on.

"Just a little longer okay?"

"Okay, but hurry, I'm getting cold."

He forced himself to stay still as he lay on the bed, completely naked

Italy carefully painted, wanting to capture every single perfectly developed muscle. He pressed his brush against the canvas and stroked the canvas as to represent every single curve, angle, highlight, and shading that went in to make his perfectly sculpted lover.

Italy spent a good amount of time painting Germany's rather large manhood, enjoying himself thoroughly as Germany was red in the face at being so exposed. Honestly, he knew every inch Germany's body so well.

Germany felt a little annoyed. How can he keep such an innocent face while drawing me like this?! Isn't he at least a little embarrassed? But he stayed put, resisting the urge to move the disheveled strands of hair out of his face and slick them back like usual. He never liked things that weren't orderly. But he told himself this is for Italy… He also resisted the urge to act like his brother and say "Draw me like one of your French girls." Just to make Italy crack up. Because he was often so serious, whenever he did something remotely humorous, he usually had people rolling on the floor laughing.

After he lay there shivering for another half hour or so, Italy let out a satisfied hum. He looked at his painting happily. He had a deep appreciation for the human body, especially in art forms, and he thought Germany was the perfect.

Italy leaned back a little to take in the whole painting, deciding he was done.

Germany sat up a little looking at Italy curiously. Italy turned the canvas around proudly. Germany's eyes went wide.

"Th-that's me? Really? Y-You're really good Italy! It looks well… great!"

The painting was detailed, and Germany was smiling a little and looked genuinely happy, though Germany realized Italy had noticed he was blushing. But he didn't care, he was happy Italy saw him that way, because he didn't always think of himself like that.

Italy laughed happily.

"Yay! I'm glad Germany likes it! I wanted to make sure he knew how handsome and pretty he was!"

Germany sighed in annoyance, but smiled at Italy so he would know he wasn't actually mad.

"Still, shame on you Italy, I've gotten really cold just laying here…"

Italy, being as spacy as ever tilted his head with a confused. "Ve?" Germany smiled and had him set the painting down so it could dry. He then picked him up bridal style and put their noses together for an Eskimo kiss. Italy smiled and laughed throwing his arms around his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry Luddy! You are really cold! Lets go warm up okay?"

Germany smiled as he carried Italy upstairs. Italy started wiggling out of his own clothes along the way. Deciding it was unfair that Germany was already naked.

When they were upstairs, Germany pushed Italy down onto the bed and pushed their lips together. Germany could feel Italy smiling into the kiss. Germany glared at Italy as he started giggling when Germany had tried to push his tongue in. Italy gave him a look of, "Have it your way then." And instead dipped down to kiss and nip at his neck.

"AhahahahAHHHH Germany!" Italy groaned, wined and laughed all at the same time.

Germany sighed and put a finger to Italy's lips, calming him down. "Shh..." He said before moving to try and intertwine their tongues again.

This time it worked, and they both turned a little red as their tongues touched and started to wrap around each other. Germany moved and gripped Italy's hip with one hand and held the back of his head with the other in order to deepen the kiss with the other.

Germany slowly pressed his body up against his and gently rubbed their erections together. The friction caused them both to let out moans that seemed to eco and float in the air.

The air turned hot and sticky as they both panted. Italy decided Germany's body, rubbing against his, was exhilarating. That perfect body that he had been aching to feel ever since he started to paint it. He realized halfway through he had ended up teasing himself. Many times he ran the brush over Germany's bodies wishing his hands were touching him.

Germany pulled back, parting from the kiss as he reached over into a drawer in order to grab a small bottle of lubricant. He poured the liquid onto his fingers as he looked at Italy with a lustful look, his cheeks red and his eyes staring at him intensely.

Italy soon let out a gasp that was followed by a whimper as Germany slid a finger into him. He began slowly working it in and out, he then slipped in a second finger, then a third. Taking great care to make sure his lover didn't feel any pain. Italy put his arms around Germany's shoulders, as his body grew hot, causing him to pant.

After Germany had fully prepared him, he gently pressed the tip of his manhood to his hole, causing both of them to let out a synchronized gasp. He slowly pushed in, he always thought Italy would shatter if he pushed him too hard, so he tried to stay slow and sweet. When Italy gave him the go ahead be started thrusting in and out of him, aiming for that perfect spot each time as he increased his speed. They both dissolved into panting messes. Italy's face was red as he moaned and screamed Germany's name, every name he had for him. Germany, Luddy, Lu lu, Ludwig, and sometimes just a jumbled mess of all of them as they got mixed up in his mouth.

"Italy…. I'm going to c…" He gasped as he ejaculated inside of Italy. Italy let out a loud moan as he came as well.

They soon collapsed next to each other, and Germany decided to ignore his urge to clean the dirt sheets for the time being so he could embrace Italy.

He brushed a hair out of Italy's face and smiled at him. Truly, his cute Italian lover was a work of art.