"I-Italy what are y-!" Germany yelled, suddenly feeling nervous. Oh, God... what is he doing? I mean, I just said I love you, does love automatically mean sex? No. It can't... can it? Germany thought, all the while being romantically kissed by Italy.

"Germany, what's wrong?' Italy asked innocently as Germany looked down at him. "I'm sorry if this confuses you Germany, but, where I come from, if you love someone... " Italy trailed off, not knowing what Germany would say if he told him what he was thinking.

"What Italy? What do you do if you love someone? I've never been in love, but I don't know why I'm nervous. I have no reason to be nervous around you, Italy. I love you. Now, what do people from Italy do when they are in love?" Germany questioned with a smile.

"Really?" Italy squeaked. Germany nodded, telling him it was time to tell him the TRUTH behind love. "Well Germany, when people are in love, they... well they... have... "Italy kept getting quieter, making Germany lean in to hear him. "They, T-they have... sex..." Italy whispered at the end, hoping not to scare away his nervous love. I shouldn't have said anything! I'm so stupid! Now he'll NEVER love me! Italy thought while letting a few silent tears slip. No, I have to be strong, crying won't make him love me more. If I cry, he'll just be scared away, and I can't have that happening when I am so close now...!

Stunned, Germany didn't know what to say. Surely Italy hadn't meant he wanted sex, right? Germany mentally slapped himself in the face. Of course he wanted sex! Why else would he be telling me this! Germany looked down at Italy. Is he... crying? Oh no, I have to fix this. I do love him... and if that's what people in love do then, I guess there's no choice. I have to do this, for Italy, f-for me...

Slowly, Germany reached under the covers and lightly touched Italy's leg. He flinched and looked up at Germany with red, watery eyes and a questioning look on his face. Germany was nervous, but this needed to be done. Germany smiled nervously into Italy's light brown eyes and proceded with rubbing his leg.

Germany ran his fingers along the line of Italy's pants, suddenly gaining confidence. He reached around and rested his hand on his Italian ass.

Italy had no idea how to comprehend how happy he was right now so, to make things (hopefully) more comfortable, he lifted his right arm and put it under Germany's shirt. His cool fingers instantly clashed with the warm skin on Germany's broad chest. It felt good, being this close to Germany for the first time. Oh Germany, you have no idea how happy you have just made me...

Germany felt cool hands under his shirt and relaxed a little. Italy won't hurt me, and I won't hurt Italy. He thought. He was instantly aggrivated with the fact that Italy's pants were still on. Why was he wearing them, there is no need for them here. Thought Germany as he slowly slid down Italy's pants.

The feeling of Germany trying to take off his pants angrily only made him giggle. He was going to enjoy this, he could tell. But, even without his pants, Germany's pants were a nusance too. He reached for Germany's pants, undoing the buttons and zipper as fast as possible, fingers slipping on the second button. Clumsy as they were, both of their pants were off in a matter of seconds, and were lazily tossed to the floor.

Germany leaned in to kiss Italy, making it the best one yet. While distracting him with a kiss, Germany quickly finshed undressing them both, until they were both naked. THIS was the awkard part, when they both realized the full potential of what they were about to do (not to mention the fact that they're both naked and have nothing to say).

Germany didn't like this silence, or the gap between them. So he closed it, pressing their bodies as close together as possible. He hadn't realized it but, he had gotten a LOT harder in the last five minutes. The taste of Italy on his lips wasn't enough anymore. He needed all of him, and he was pretty sure Italy needed the same.

Italy was suddenly nervous, though he had no reason to be. He loved Germany, and there was NO WAY he was backing out of this now. As he felt Germany closing the gap, he pressed in too, wanting to be as close as humanly possible to the one man he loved. He sucked in a breath, and was surprised by the fact that their bodies were soon entwined, hips slightly grinding the other. This is love... Italy thought, finally letting the bliss of the moment get to him by letting a small moan escape his mouth.

Germany heard this noise from Italy and was encouraged. The grinding came faster, and with each buck of his hips Italy would let out small moans, making him want this even more. No mater how much pleasure Italy got from this though, it didn't seem like enough to prove his love. He wanted the inside now, and he knew how to get it.

Italy was in total bliss through every second of this. But then, he felt like Germany was done with that, bored. He was right, and as Italy realized this, the German reached around him, slowly pulling, trying to turn him onto his stomache. He instantly knew what Germany wanted, and he wasn't ABOUT to get in the way of anything.

Germany saw Italy roll over by himself, knowing this meant he wanted this, and that he wouldn't be intruding. He didn't want to mess this up, not now. Nerves washing over him again, he took a deep breath and entered Italy. The soft scream that came from Italy scared him. He didn't want to hurt him, ever!

"Are you okay, Italy!" Germany screamed nervously in fear. "Please tell me I'm not hurting you!"

"N-no... I'm fine, d-don't stop... hngg.." Italy begged.

"Ok... but if you get uncomfortable or in pain tell me, and I'll stop." Germany said already feeling relaxed again.

"Ok Germany... I love you." Italy muttered, wanting to get back to what they were doing.

"I-I love you too..." Germany whispered, entering Italy once again, instantly taking in all of him, because all of him was his, and no one could ever change that.

Every movement of Germany's hip sent electricity down his spine, leaving him craving for more, and always recieving it. With each pang of electricity and each grind of his hips, Italy let out loud moans of pleasure, not caring who heard him. The only person they were for was the one causing them. Everything he did from now on was going to be for him. Everything. "Germmmmnyyyyyyyy...hmnnggnnnnngnm... Don't... stop..." Italy cried out, wanted this to last forever, even though he knew it couldn't.

"With pleasure" replied Germany with a smirk. Then, he started pushing as far into him as possible, moving quickly, somehow knowing just what to do. The moans from Italy grew louder and louder still. Germany wasn't satisfied just yet though, realizing a part of Italy not getting any attention. he smiled and slid his masculine hand over Italy's small hips and kept going, knowing his destination.

He got there soon and grabbed it quickly, making little Italy scream. He knew it was a good scream, because he had promised to tell him if he was in pain. Since there were no pain signals, Germany proceeded to move his arm in time with his hips. Italy's moans soon reached its peak, and there was a mess...

Germany didn't know what to do now... it seemed the fun was over too soon. Germany retreated from Italy, they got cleaned up, and laid down for bed.

"Thank you Germany, I love you." Italy whispered and kissed him goodnight, "goodnight Germany, sweet dreams." Then Italy closed his eyes and fell sleep.

Germany looked down at his sweet little Italy, and kissed his forehead. How do Italians fall asleep so fast! Germany wondered but kept quiet, not wanting to wake his sleeping beauty.