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DISCLAIMER;
Although I wish I did, I do NOT own Hetalia- Hidekazu Himaruya does. . If I did, I would have a LOT more time to update my fanfics, AND this would actually be in the show! Anyway, enjoy!
Warnings: Rated M for a REASON
NOW TO THE STORY! ENJOY MY PRETTIES!
Germany's POV
Italy began to wake up. "Ve~ Germany? What's going on?" I started panicking. I wasn't sure if I could do this if he was awake. I looked left and right, trying to find a way to convince him it was a dream. Desperate, I threw my lips onto his, hissing him deeply. My heart beat wildly until I realized how soft his lips were as he kissed me back. He was kissing me back! We'd kissed before, but it had always been innocently and friendly, never like this. His arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me closer. Even though I had started it, I still couldn't believe we were kissing.
I opened my eyes, not realizing I had shut them when I went in for the kiss. His eyes were shut in the passionate innocence of our kiss, but that was nothing really new. His eyes slowly opened and he looked deep into my eyes. Our lips did not part from each other as we stared into the other's eyes. I'd never really had so much time to look into his open eyes. I'd really only glimpsed them before. They were beautiful. The caramel color framed his playful pupils and sparkling green flakes danced happily in the depths of his iris. I wanted to dance with those green flakes forever.
His eyes twinkled with a smile that did not reach his lips as he licked my bottom lip gently, asking for me to open my mouth. I complied, trusting him more than I wanted to admit. His tongue danced across no man's land and into the nervous cavern of my mouth. As his gentle tongue explored my mouth, I gasped at how wonderful it felt, my eyes closing and my arms wrapping around his neck, my right hand gripping his hair gently. He quietly moaned into my mouth and I responded in kind.
His hands traveled up and down my sides slowly. It felt so good, I shivered. I felt him hesitate, but I continued kissing him, urging him on. His right hand moved to my stomach and towards my breasts while his left went under my shirt to caress the bare skin of my back. Our tongues began to tangle as our passion grew and his hand moved closer and closer to its goal. Clumsy moans and spit were being swapped frantically between us as his hand slid up my side.
I wanted this; I wanted it bad, so badly my toes were straining under the blanket in anticipation. Suddenly a knock came from the door and I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed through my window and I groaned quietly, moving my arm to cover my sensitive eyes from the sun. The vision of Italy was gone… Prussia stuck his head through my door. [Yes, I'm EVIL!]
"West? Are you awake?" I nodded. "Good." He came into my room and sat on the bed next to me. "I was really worried about you for a while there… When Austria dropped you off, Italy put you up here and Doc came to make sure you were ok. Italy wanted to stay, but he was pretty upset so I told him to go away." I sighed. So all of it had been a dream… Prussia took my hand. "Hey West?" I moved the arm that covered my eyes so I could look at him.
"Yes Prussia?" He looked really concerned.
"I have to go to a World Meeting. Do you think you'll be ok on your own?" I hit my forehead with my palm. I had totally forgotten about the meeting. I nodded.
"I'll be fine. Just make sure to take my notes and actually bring the stuff up so you guys will actually get something done! And don't let France and England fight for very long, otherwise they'll never get anything done." He still wasn't sure I could handle myself.
After about an hour of convincing I finally got him to think I would be able to take good care of myself while he was gone. He left after accompaning me downstairs and making me some breakfast. I cleaned for a while, but it wasn't long before I found myself sitting on the couch with a whole carton of my secret ice cream stash and a spoon. I was watching Lindenstraße [A German soap opera that's been on the air since 1985*] and bawling. Maybe I couldn't handle myself.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I made sure to swallow my bite of ice cream before answering. The screen on my phone showed that it was Italy. "Hello?"
"Germany? *hic* Hey… I'm at a bar on some street near your house and *hic* I'm drunk!" Italy started laughing. It was a little hard to understand him through the hiccups and slurred words. He was drunk alright. "Hey Germany? Why does German beer look *hic*kind of like piss? *hic* *giggle* It's really funny!" I rubbed my forehead and pinched the bridge of my nose. I was getting a headache.
"Ok Italy. Just stay put and I'll be there to get you in a minute." He laughed again.
"Oh don't worry about it Germany! There's this REALLY *hic* nice man here who's offering to take *hic* me to his house!" My eyes grew wide. Crap, that's not good! He could be taken advantage of. In his drunken state, he didn't have the willpower or strength to fight!
"NO! Italy, stay RIGHT where you are, and don't move a single muscle! You got it?" Italy laughed and began to speak in a sing-song-y voice.
"Germany's mad! *hic* Germany's mad! *hic*" I growled, a low, feral tone erupting from my throat. When I spoke, my tone was angrier than I had spoken since WWII ended.
"Italy, stop."Italy took the hint and shut up tighter than a clam. "I am coming to get you, so stay put! I want you to find the nearest barstool and act like you super-glued your ass to it!" I heard him whimper, he was scared, but I was past caring at that point. I wasn't going to let him go to some stranger's house and get taken advantage of."Understand?" The question absolutely dripped with venom.
"Y-Ya-Yes Germany!"
"Good!" I hung up. I groaned and dialed every bar in my small town. It took a little bit but I finally found the bar he was at. I slammed the car door shut in my anger and muttered to myself about Italy's stupidity the entire drive to the bar. My thin frame throw the doors open much wider than it should've been able to.
Italy sat at the bar, the blush of drunkenness firmly rooted on his cheeks. His face calmed me a little, and I realized everyone at the bar was staring at me. I blushed and apologized to the bar's owner for his doors.
Italy shied away from my advancing form. I sighed heavily and put my hand on his shoulder, my dwindling anger dissipating completely when he flinched at my touch. "Italy, I'm sorry I yelled at you… Please let me take you home." He looked down, his drunken blush making him look so cute and innocent.
"Don't wanna go home." I squatted down in front of him to get closer to his level and pushed his shoulders back so he was forced to look up. I tried to get him to look at me, but he avoided eye contact.
"Well, where do you want to go?" His eyes met mine and caramel clashed with the sky.
"Your house." I sighed and nodded. Better than some stranger's house… At least I knew he'd be safe.
"Alright. I'll take you to my house. Now come on." I took his hand to help balance his drunken frame. I didn't have any other reason I wanted to grab his hand. It wasn't because I felt I had to apologize for yelling at him, not at all. And it was most certainly not because it felt nice to have his fingers intertwined with mine or even because he was just so cute I felt like I had to keep physical contact with him. No, it was none of those. It was simply to help him walk to my car. [Just keep telling yourself that Germany…]
He giggled as I buckled him and shut the passenger side door for him. "Germany makes me feel so safe…" I hid the blush growing on my cheeks and climbed into the driver's seat. We drove in relative silence until we passed a motel. "Germany! Pull in here!" My eyebrow raised as I did what he wanted.
"I thought you were coming back to my place." The smile he flashed me was not his usual one. This one had a devilish glint in the corner.
"I changed my mind." I sighed and parked in front of the main building. Italy climbed out and I was about to back out when he re-opened the door. "Wait for me to get back before you leave?" he pleaded. I sighed and nodded. I couldn't just leave him here when he asked me like that.
I looked around and realized how bad of a neighborhood we were in. Prostitutes roamed the streets around this part of town, just looking to take advantage of a sweet, innocent, cute little piece of ass like Italy. I realized what I had just thought and hit my cheek hard. What was I thinking!? I couldn't be thinking about Italy like that! He was too innocent to think of me like that, so if I ever did act on those thoughts, I'd be no better than the prostitute that came up to my car until she realized I was a girl.
Italy came back to the car and asked me to drive him to his room. I complied. His room was at the furthest end of the building in the darkest corner, where even the braved prostitutes daren't roam. I turned to him, my eyebrows hidden in my bangs. "Are you SURE you don't want to go to my house? Italy turned to me, his drunken blush gone. His eyes seemed to burn in the dark that enveloped the car. "Italy?" Suddenly he moved closer to me.
I gasped and backed against the seat, but that didn't stop the onslaught of his perfectly plump, pink, juicy lips… His mouth pressed slowly against mine and I couldn't help the fiery shivers. That went down my spine. My heart jumped into my mouth and tried to pass into his by breaking my teeth. He pressed his lips a bit harder against mine and I could feel my body relax the react. My lips kissed him back, my left hand hesitantly moved to tangle in his hair, my right unbuckled my seat belt.
Italy gently poked his tongue against my teeth and his hands came up to my waist. I opened my mouth slowly, allowing his tongue in hesitantly, not sure if I was doing anything right. His right hand came up and rested on the crook of my neck, tilting my head slightly so our kiss was deepened. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and I found it, oddly… Exciting.
My body moved on its own and I was straddling his lap. My legs fit into the seat beside his legs and my arms wrapped around his neck. He broke off the kiss and looked at me with his smoldering eyes. I whimpered at the onslaught of his fervent gaze. His hands drifted their way up and down my back, sending me into heated shivers. "Ludwig…" He whispered. My heart stopped at the sound of my human name. It didn't fit me anymore…
I put my head on his shoulder to whisper in his ear, "Call me Ludia." I noticed a small smile crawl across his lips.
"Ludia, make love with me."
Ok, it'll happen next chapter, I SWEAR! Don't worry, we're getting there. :P
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