So sorry this update was crazy late. I've literally only been back from Spain 24 hours, so I haven't been able to write as much. Thank you for keeping up with this story, and as ever, thank you all for the reviews!


The salty air mixed with Germany's senses to create an aura of calm within him. The breeze rolled over his skin gently, and the sound of the waves tumbling lightly to the shore kept him in an almost trance-like state. He was happy, and he had been happy on a new, previously unknown level for two weeks now.

The source was his best friend - and now girlfriend - Italy. She arose this emotion, accompanied with love, which at first he didn't know quite how to deal with. Now that he had been given time to fully absorb and comprehend Italy's role in his life, Germany was better able to handle these emotions. His blushing was still frequent, and his shaking was still present, but that was his character - a facet that probably wasn't going to go away with Italy's much-desired presence. He loved her so much, his heart ached, and to hold her hand was to hold a beautiful petal he was afraid of crushing. To kiss her was to kiss a sacred relic. He had given his heart to her, and her acceptance filled Germany with so much happiness he could physically feel it leaking out of his body.

The pair were on a beach coloured gold with the light of the setting sun. The sea held a million gold nuggets which wavered below the surface. They were perfectly alone on this beach. Alone to fully enjoy each others' company.

Italy had taken off her shoes and was now running through the shallow water, splashes disturbing the gold-tinted waves as they tried to touch the shore. Her occasional squeal of excitement blended with the salt air, and Germany's heart continued to skip beats as he watched her. He was walking along the dry shore, her shoes in his hand, and he smiled over to her every time she smiled to him. The golden sunset really heightened her beauty to Germany. It blended with her complexion perfectly.

As they made their way up the beach, Germany thought about the past two weeks.

He thought about their first date.


'Ve! You're taking me to an Italian restaurant?' Italy squeaked, pulling her arms around Germany and nuzzling his cheek.

'J-Ja,' Germany stammered nervously. He felt the same way he did on the disastrous date they had so long before. 'T-Tonight, if that's Ok with you…'

Italy squeaked and nodded frantically. Germany could feel the shape of her body against him, and he didn't resist the urge to wrap his arms around her. There was no point in trying to move away. He was happy to be past that stage, at least.

'K-kiss me… Won't you?' he asked, face flaring.

Italy laughed and obliged, capturing his mouth tenderly.

That night, Germany (wearing a suit for their date) knocked on Italy's bedroom door, and she let him in. Words escaped him as he looked at his date. She was wearing a long light pink dress with a darker pink shawl around her shoulders. Her hair was let down, and there was a red flower attached to the side of her head, holding some hair back from her eyes.

Germany stuttered, and emitted a noise of awe.

'Ve? Is it not good?' Italy asked, her amber eyes wide with concern. She turned to look at herself in the mirror. 'I-I asked Japan and he said I looked good, so- so I-'

Italy was cut off by Germany grabbing her and bringing her to a kiss.

When they broke away, Italy's face was riddled with confusion. It was accompanied by a blush as red as the flower. 'Ve?'

'I… I was rendered speechless by how… beautiful you are. You could never look bad,' he said quietly.

Italy cooed more 'Ve's and they made their way to the restaurant, where they were promptly seated and served. Germany blushed, and he feared he would pass out because of the heat he was experiencing. He was shaking, too.

'Ve? Germany? Are you Ok? You're shaking!' Italy said, leaning over to grab his hands with her own. 'G-Germany?'

'I'm just…' he began. He took a drink of water, and buried his face in his hands. 'I'm just a little nervous… I want you to have a good time, and I want to be a good boyfriend.'

His heart leapt as he said to last word, and he slowly look to Italy when he received no reply from her.

She was eyeing him with confusion, and shock. She then giggled and leaned over so that their faces were close. 'You're Germany. I love Germany. Perfect, perfect Germany…'

She kissed him, and he quickly instructed himself to return the kiss. He smiled against her lips, though still naturally shaking and blushing.

He was Germany, and she loved Germany? He sighed with content. That was a good way to describe her; she was Italy, and he loved, adored, cherished Italy.

They ate their meal, and they took the long way home, Italy clutching Germany's arm the entire way, and snuggling up to him. Her soft 'Ve's filling the otherwise silent night air.


Germany called out to Italy as she skipped about in the water.

'Hey! Don't go too far out! I don't want to have to swim out to rescue you!'

Italy twirled around. 'Ve! I won't! I don't want to get my clothes wet, Germany!'

He involuntarily swallowed a lump in his throat, though he wasn't sure why. He proceeded to remember another point since their relationship began.

Telling Romano.


Romano sat opposite Germany and Italy at the kitchen table. He had come to see his little sister every other day since she came out of the hospital, showering Germany with the usual heap of verbal insults on each visit.

Today, though, Germany was actually afraid of the older Italian. They had told him of their relationship.

Romano simply sat there, his face showing no insight into his thoughts. Germany had a passing wonder if Romano was paralyzed. He certainly showed little sign of life. It didn't even look like he was breathing.

After what could have been ten minutes, Romano got up. He still showed no facial expression, and this near terrified Germany. He realised Romano was heading for the cutlery drawer. He opened it, and took out a rolling pin.

'Shit,' Germany thought.

Romano turned to the pair, his expression focused on Germany. There was a twist in features, and Romano looked ready to kill. Germany opened his mouth to speak, but Romano cut him off.

'You… sick… potato… bastard! What have you done to my sister? That 'we're in a relationship now' crap only means you've violated her! What have you done? Have you chained her up? Have you blindfolded her and hit her? Tell me you bastard!'

With his last few words, Romano raised the rolling pin and charged at Germany, who cursed and stood up.

As Romano charged at Germany, Italy shouted worried 'Ve's behind Germany. Romano, however, didn't make it to Germany. Instead, he slipped on a piece of pasta on the floor. They had eaten a meal of the stuff before Germany and Italy had told Romano of their relationship, and it must have fallen from one of the serving plates.

'Fucking… potato… bastard…'

Romano's head was tended to by his sister, and Germany thought it best to keep out of their way.


Germany sighed. Romano still wasn't keen, but he didn't protest as much, which made Germany more optimistic at the idea that he would come round.

Italy squeaked. 'Ve! Look, look Germany! A rock pool!'

Germany looked up, and indeed there was a cluster of rocks ahead. He smiled, and like he though she would, Italy expressed her desire to go there in the hope of finding little sea creatures that normally dwelled in the hidden waters of a rock pool. He followed her, still smiling.

They climbed over the time-witnessed rocks, and Germany found a spot where he could sit and watch Italy skipping about in the waters. It was a sandy patch which was sheltered by a larger rock which over hanged ever-so-slightly. Germany set Italy's shoes aside, and took off his own. The spot was shaded from the world, a private spot where nobody could see them. Germany sighed with content as he leaned against the overhanging rock.

The sun was creeping slowly into the horizon, as if it was reluctant to leave to sky. The golden flares in the water were getting fainter.

Italy emerged from the water and sat on Germany's lap, slightly surprising him.

'Kiss… kiss…' she whispered, her usual playfulness tracing her voice.

Germany happily obliged, wrapping his arms gently around her and pulling her towards him to play with her lips. Their tongues began to play, as well.

As they kissed, Italy unconsciously wiggled around on his lap. Her legs were at either side of the German and, as natural as the night that follows day, Germany couldn't control his more… instinctual needs.

Italy stopped kissing when she felt this need, and uttered an 'Oh.'

She looked down slightly, a blush creeping across her face. She gripped Germany's vest tighter, and she cocked her head to the side.

Germany grunted in embarrassment. 'I'm sorry.'

Italy looked at him, and then moved off his lap, and she managed to position herself so that she was between Germany's legs. His face grew hotter.

'Italy, what are you- ah!'

He was cut off by Italy placing her hand gently on the source of the embarrassment. She moved it over and the blush on her face grew deeper, as did Germany's.

'Germany… I… don't want to now… but… I can…'

Germany didn't understand, but soon managed to when Italy began to unzip his pants.

'Italy… You don't have to do this if you - nngh!' He was cut off again when Italy placed her hand back on the area, and with less fabric covering his manhood, Germany could feel it more clearly. He was beginning to pant, but tried his best not to. It was so difficult.

Italy shook her head coyly, looking at Germany through drooped eyelids. 'I want Germany to feel pleasure…'

She freed his erection from the constraints of his underwear, and Germany breathed in, trying not to do anything which would startle Italy. They were both inexperienced.

'Italy… you don't have to…' Germany repeated. While his need was vast and near unbearable, Germany didn't want to put Italy in any position that she would regret. He loved her too much to see her feelings hurt that way.

Italy didn't seem to hear him, and brought her mouth to his member, and licked, causing a groan from the German.

She seemed spurred on by this reaction, and proceeded to take as much of it in as she could. Germany gritted his teeth. If he called out, the whole surrounding town would probably hear him.

Her head began to slowly bob up and down, and Germany managed to look at her. His throat was begging to release sound, so Germany grunted, 'I-Italy…!'

She continued her work, her face red, but she was getting faster, and she began to use her tongue to accompany the movement of her mouth. Of course, this made it harder for Germany to suppress groans of pleasure. He was beginning to loose all sense of reality. His fingers dug into the sand below him, and he tilted his head upwards, grunting.

Italy moved her hand up his waist, and Germany took hold of it, giving it a squeeze. It was a tight grip he held on her hand, for he couldn't possibly hold it gently under the waves of excitement he was experiencing.

He thought he should give her some verbal reassurance. 'I-Italy…! It… feels so good…'

Italy made a muffled noise, keeping up her rhythm. Apparently, she was happy with his reaction. She was happy she was doing a good job.

Germany grunted as quietly as he could, but they got louder as he approached his climax, and when it arrived in a force he had never comprehended before, Germany emitted choked groans.

He panted as Italy took her mouth away. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he slowly recovered, the waves still hitting him.

He then shot his glance to Italy, who was still between his legs. Her head was down facing the sand, and she wasn't making a noise.

His heart suddenly constricted, and he reached out to touch Italy's face. 'Oh! Italy! Are you Ok? I'm sorry, Italy…!'

She looked up, moving her face into Germany's hand. She had an apologetic look on her face. 'Ve… Germany, I'm sorry… I couldn't swallow…'

She seemed too embarrassed to continue, and Germany's heart fluttered. 'Italy…'

He zipped up his pants, and hugged Italy tightly. 'Don't worry… Don't feel that way… Thank you…'

His face reddened, and Germany kissed Italy on the cheeks, and over her jaw line before capturing her mouth.

When they broke away, they were still blushing, and Italy asked quietly, 'So… was I… Ok?'

'Yeah…' Germany replied, stroking her face and keeping his own face close. 'You made me feel so… good… I feel bad that I didn't make you feel the same way…'

'Ve! As long as I was good for Germany and made you feel that way, I'm so happy! Ve! So happy!' Italy sang. She had perked up, and she sprang to her feet, taking Germany's hand as he stood up, too.

'Let's go home, it's getting late,' Germany said, kissing Italy on the cheek.

They were still blushing as they collected their shoes and left the beach.


Sorry! No proper sex this time! But next chapter, I promise! Please oh please read and review. Reviews make me so happy! ^.^ You know, as I was writing this, I was listening to 'Halo' by Beyoncé on a loop. I thought, 'Whoa! This is a really great song for these two, especially since Italy is a girl in my story!' I would make a tribute video for this pair to 'Halo', but there just aren't enough pictures of fem!Italy that I can find. Oh well. I'll update soon! Thank you once again!