Yeah hey… this is probably going to be short cause I really don't feel like doing this right now. Just giving you a heads up. Also I don't really know where to take this story so I'm kind of stuck. Send your reviews and tell me what should happen! I don't own Hetalia.
Germany pov
I was sitting at my desk just staring at the door to deep in thought to even glance at my work.
I had already decided that I wanted Italy it was just a matter of how to approach the situation. I didn't want to scare him away and I didn't want anyone else to know about it.
Japan already knows and Italy could have told more people. Who knows Romano could come storming in here any second screaming "what the hell did you do to my brother you potato bastard?"
"Ugg" I grumbled to myself as I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Why was life so complicated?
Before I knew it, it was five o' clock.
Damn.
It's time to make your decision Ludwig.
I sigh and pack up my untouched things. I hadn't gotten anything done today. Maybe I could stay overtime to get some work done.
It would give me more time to think this through. But if I do stay Italy might be asleep by the time I get home.
One more sigh and I'm out the door.
I slowly opened the front door to the house my team all shared. I hung up my coat and hat on the coat hanger and left my shoes by the door.
I had made my decision.
I had no other choice.
Tonight…Italy would be mine.
I walked up the stairs to see Italy lounging on the sofa staring at some kind of cartoon on the TV screen. Japan was nowhere to be seen. Maybe this is a good sign.
No time to waste.
Now is the time.
I quickly moved across the room to where Italy was sitting.
He looked up at me "welcome home Germany!" he said with a bright smile present on his pink lips. He was happy?
I thought he would be upset after I treated him the way I did.
With one swift motion I grabbed hold of his wrist and yanked him off the couch so our faces were one inch away from touching.
"D-Doitsu?" Italy stuttered gazed up at me.
No more hesitation, it's time to put an end to these constant questions and the huge migraine this has all caused.
Bending down ever so slightly I pressed our lips together in a long awaited kiss.
I could tell he wanted this just from the look in his big brown eyes but the passion in his lips seemed to seal the deal.
My tongue glided along his bottom lip automatically and I could help myself from responding when he parted his lips in return.
I let go of his wrist to wrap my arms around his slender waist. I pulled him closer so our hips grinded with the motion.
His arms with their sudden found freedom found their way up to my neck. They hung loosely there as we kissed.
My tongue explored every inch of Italy's little mouth. I could feel his fingers in my hair now curling and knotting it.
I took this opportunity to move my hands too. I traced his slight curves earning a moan from him.
Suddenly I felt his tongue enter my mouth and start exploring for itself. This time it was me who moaned.
Then I heard a gasp.
It wasn't mine I was sure of it.
It wasn't Italy's either
So who?
We both pulled out of the kiss and our stance was broken. We turned to where the gasp had come.
There stood Japan with his apron still fully intact on his waist and a hand by his mouth. His face looked horrified.
It was pale white and his eyes were wide and filled with shock.
How much had he seen?
I felt warmth spread to my cheeks and I quickly looked away.
"H-hello Japan, it's very late I must be getting o bed" I stuttered "don't worry about me for dinner I already ate" I lied as I speed walked to my room.
What have I done?
