Mkay! This chapter is sexy time (finally!). I hope you all enjoy it! As always, thank you so, so much for the reviews. I'm touched by each and every one of them. I love you guys! ~^.^~

'Ve~ Japan? Why are you leaving again?' Italy asked, lunging at him.

The shorter and less emotionally able man blushed and made a feeble attempt at pushing Italy off. He gave up and said, 'I'm sorry for having to go, but my boss has more urgent business I have to be there for.'

Germany, who was standing by the kitchen counter, watched the two. He had already said it was fine for Japan to leave for business, but this was the first time Italy had heard.

'I will be back as soon as it is complete,' Japan assured the two of them.

'Take your time. No rush,' Germany replied, waving to Japan.

The quiet nation bowed to Germany, and received another awkward hug from Italy.

'Ve~ Bye Japan!' she cried.

'B-Bye, Italy,' he said, patting her on the back.

Germany smiled and shook his head.

There was something not quite right, Germany thought. He believed it odd that Japan had to go away on business again so soon after having been called by his boss not so long ago. Usually, Japan's boos was willing to come over to Germany's house to sort things out with Japan, but it seemed that this was no longer the case. Also, Japan had not specified what this business was, which he was usually very good at. He had the first time, but this time, it was just 'business.' There was something… off, Germany thought. A suspicion brushed through his mind regarding the real reason Japan was leaving, but he swept it away hastily.

After Japan left, Germany placed his hand on Italy's head and turned her to face him. He said, 'Right! It looks like training is just you and me today!'

Italy conveyed her usual pre-training face, and uttered a dejected 'Ve~'

Germany blushed and lightly kissed her on the forehead. Even with such a loving relationship with Italy, some things didn't change. Training was still a regular and important part of their day.

'Ve~ I'm tired, Germany,' Italy sighed, collapsing beside him on the grass.

They had just about finished their running for the day, and they were taking a break on a small grass mound. Germany took a drink of water, and offered Italy some. She sat up, and happily accepted. He found himself blushing as she drank.

A single drop escaped her mouth, and ran down her chin, further travelling down her neck.

Germany found himself blushing, and leaned over to catch the water drop with his thumb.

Italy took the water bottle from her lips. 'Ve?'

'Look, you're spilling it,' Germany said, but without any strictness in his voice. It was soft.

When he was satisfied he had cleared the drop from her skin, Germany removed his thumb, and continued to blush.

Italy cooed, and slowly leaned over to him. He spied her from the side of his eye, and turned to her. He leaned in to kiss her.

'G-Good work today,' he said.

Italy smiled. 'Ve~'

They arrived home, and evening was just beginning to show itself. Italy had changed from her sailor uniform to something Germany had never seen her wear before, and something which took his breath away.

She wore a white dress which came down to her knees, and there was a floral pattern around the sleeves and neck. It promoted her figure well, and her hair was let down. He had told her she looked beautiful, and a happy Italy lunged on him to shower him with well-received kisses.

After dinner, Germany had gone to his room to look over some paperwork. He had closed the curtains, save for a small gap and was reading at his desk with the assistance of a little lamp. The evening light wasn't enough to allow him to comfortably read, and it ended up irritating him if curtains were fully open when a light was on.

The silence of his task was interrupted y a gentle knock on his door.

'Hhm? Italy? Come in,' he said, looking up and setting the paperwork aside. He was more then willing to have a distraction.

'Ve? Germany? Is it Ok? I'm not disturbing you or anything, am I?' she asked shyly.

Germany smiled and beckoned her in. 'I'm happy not to be doing paperwork anymore. You're a welcome distraction.'

Italy stepped in, and closed the door behind her. Germany stood up, and pulled her for a hug. When they broke away, they shared a kiss. Italy was probably feeling lonely.

'Ve~ I love being with you, Germany,' she cooed. 'Strong to protect me, yet gentle enough to hold me.'

He blushed, and caressed the top of her head. 'I love being with you, too.'

'Ve!' Italy squeaked happily and jumped away. She skipped to the curtains, and peaked out. 'Ve? Why do you have the curtains closed, Germany?'

'The evening light wasn't enough to allow me to comfortably read my papers, and I don't really like having the curtains open with a reading light,' he explained, rubbing the back of his head.

'Ve? Ok,' she said, closing them again.

She turned to stretch, and sat down on the bed. Germany watched her movements, and walked to stand beside her. For a time, he simply stared at her, taking in her beauty. He breathed in slowly, and she looked up to him, her eyes sparkling against the golden light travelling through the gap in the curtains.

Germany sat on the bed with Italy, and he leaned in shyly for a kiss. It was soft and loving, almost more conveyed through it than any words had the ability to. Italy's small arms crept around his neck, and Germany took that motion as an opportunity to lean in closer. Their upper bodies were pressed against each other, their body heat radiating towards each other and intensifying.

As their mouths moved against each other, and their tongues rolled with each other, Germany heard Italy's muffled squeaks and chirps.

'Cute' flashed though his mind, and his face heated. The word winked at him, allowing Germany to better understand the intentions of other nations when they called Italy 'cute.' She was that, but to Germany, she was so much more. So very beyond that word. She was beautiful and spectacular, the only spell that would work on Germany. By God, did he let it work.

They broke away, their heated breath mixing. Germany caught Italy's eyes, and she caught his.

'V-Ve… Germany…' she breathed.

Italy kissed Germany on his neck, her lips shot a shudder down his spine. He felt something build up in his chest, and a groan erupted.

'Italy…' he whispered. His whole body was wrapped in a coat of heat, and it was affecting not just his temperature, but his needs.

Their pecks and kisses led them to lie on the bed, Germany leaning over Italy. Her hands were carefully exploring his chest, and each tender touch sent a spark through his nerves to his heart, causing it to jolt as if tapped by electricity. Each little spark urged him forward, but he kept the words 'slow and steady' at the front of his mind.

Italy cooed below him, taking her hand to move them over the bare skin under his black tank top. He let another grunt escape his throat. Italy smiled, apparently happy with this noise.

'G-Ger…man… ah…' Italy couldn't finish. Her soft words were cut of by Germany gently grabbing the skin of her neck with his teeth.

He unconsciously brought his body to press against Italy's. The curve of her breasts were like silent teasing. The fabric separating their bare chests was suddenly like the bars of a prison.

Germany moved his hand to touch her waist, arousing a ticklish giggle from the girl. This in turn made Germany chuckle lightly, moving his hand down to her hip. He reached the bottom of her dress, and his hand was now touching the silky skin of her thigh. He moved his hand back up, bringing the fabric with it. Italy began to wiggle, and a blush washed over her face. She opened her eyes, which were dull with desire, and moved to sit up.

'Germany…' she cooed, helping him slip the dress over her head to be tossed aside. She bit her lip and turned her head to the side coyly.

Germany's heart swam as he took in the feeling of her skin against his. It felt so fragile and delicate, but Germany's desire to see more overpowered his fear of anything else. He noted the light pink scar on her left side. He ran his fingers over it, arousing a shiver from Italy.

Germany felt he should return the favour, so he pulled his tank top over his head and threw it to join Italy's dress.

'Ve~' Italy cooed, eying Germany's newly exposed skin. 'Germany's so… muscly… Strong to protect me…'

He smiled and stroked her face, leaning in for another kiss. She held his head, her slender fingers running through his hair, bringing it out of its sleeked style.

Italy took her hands to meet at Germany's training pants, it was clear that she wanted them down. He obliged, and as he unbuttoned them, Germany realised how nervous he was. His heart hammered at a near painful level, but it was exciting nonetheless. He was blushing heavily, nearly seeing the blood in his vision. His breathing was nearly a pant as they were both now in just their underwear.

Italy sat up to meet him, diving to plant a shower of kisses over his torso, accompanied by the touches of her hands.

'Nngh… I-Italy,' Germany grunted as she busied herself. He looked down to the top of her hair. Her silky hair shining gold streaks as it occasionally captured the ray of light from the middle of the curtains.

He wrapped his arms around her and gently lowered her to the bed, cradling her. He felt the hooks of her bra, and he blushed, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Slowly and steadily, so as not the startle her, he unhooked it. Despite his careful manoeuvring, Italy emitted a squeak when it broke loose. Germany paused, and Italy didn't move.

He brought his mouth to her ear, and whispered, 'Italy, if you don't feel comfortable with anything - at any point - please tell me and I will stop. That's a promise.'

He meant it. While he wanted to be with Italy in the most intimate way possible, Germany wanted her to be just as willing as he was, and while it may have been difficult, he was ready to wait.

Italy shook her head. 'N-no… Don't stop…'

Germany slowly slid her bra off, and almost immediately placed his hands over her now exposed breasts. He gently caressed them, keeping his face close to her so that she may be reassured. She wiggled under him, and Germany noted after a flash of panic that it was out of pleasure, not discomfort. He kissed the area softly and quickly.

Almost driven by instinct alone, he made his way down, and inserted his thumbs into her panties. He waited again, and slid them down slowly. He had to apply all his strength not to loose his breath at the sight of Italy's body. She was so beautiful. He noted every curve and every angle. Every inch of her skin was perfection.

It was only when he caught sight of her face did he pause.

'I-Italy?' he asked, his heart jumping.

There was a deep blush on her face, and it was turned away from him. She was biting the back of her knuckles. Her eyes were tightly closed, and shaking with the pressure. The hand not at her mouth was clamped by her side, gripping the bed covers with a great amount of force. So much that the hand grabbing them was shaking as well. Germany then noticed that her legs were tightly closed, and her hips were turned away from him slightly.

His breath faltered, for he feared he had done something to upset her. Had he gone too far? Did she feel this was moving too fast? He gasped, and quickly threw himself down so that his had cupped her face. She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. She looked frightened, and Germany feared she was going to cry.

'Italy…' he whispered, as reassuringly as he could. 'If you don't want to go on, that's fine. Just tell me.'

Italy's eyes widened and she shook her head frantically. 'N-no, Germany… It's n-not that… It's just…'

Germany stroked her face with his thumb, waiting.

'It's just… It's just I feel… I-I'm scared that I don't look…. Good to you… G-Germany…' she stammered, her blush not fading.

Germany gasped, and then, when he had fully taken in what she had said, he laughed.

Italy looked up to him, confused.

'Italy,' he said lovingly, kissing her. 'You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You silly girl… Besides, I have seen you naked so many times in the past. You've always looked beautiful, in spite of my constant scolding. Please don't feel self-conscious.'

'V-Ve?' she gasped. 'G-Germany… you really think… you really thought that?'

He nodded, and kissed the crook of her neck, raising small moans from her. She was settled.

'I love you,' he mumbled against her skin.

'Ve~ I love you, too,' she cooed into the air, her neck arched back in pleasure.

He knew why she would be self-conscious now, despite being naked around him so many times in the past. He understood perfectly why this would be different. In the past, Italy had been naked because it was almost like a way of life for her. It was something she simply… did. She wasn't trying to impress Germany (though she had, anyway, much to his embarrassment). But now, in the midst of what they were doing, Italy's body was being looked at and touched in ways it had never been before. It was only natural that she would be shy and self-conscious. Her body was now being loved.

Germany thought he should help her feel better by removing his own final garment of clothing.

When his boxers were tossed aside with the rest of their clothes, they took a couple of moments to simply look at each other, their blushes matching perfectly.

'So… handsome. Ve~' she said, smiling shyly.

'So pretty,' he returned.

He noted that her legs were still closed, and, with more careful movements, he placed his hand on her right thigh. The other rested beside Italy's head. The hand on her thigh was moved over the pale skin to travel to the inside, until the back of his hand met her other thigh. He stroked that area until Italy gradually opened her legs. He carefully moved his hand between them, and got to work on the area.

Italy twitched, and uttered a cry, soon accompanied by a rough sigh. 'Nngh! Ah-ah… G-Germany…'

He began to get slightly more forceful in his movements, and his fingers explored more. He was rewarded with Italy's incoherent squeaks and cries. She wiggled her hips, and Germany couldn't deny that he was enjoying seeing her writhing before him. His own needs were dire - threatening to let him erupt. He knew that he had to continue. He wanted to, and he was as sure as anything that Italy wanted to continue as well.

He took his hand from the area, and positioned himself so that he was towering over Italy again, his arms at either side of her head. She looked up to him, and he leaned in to kiss her.

While he was close, he whispered, 'I'm g-going to… you know…'

Italy nodded.

His face was flaring. Despite the consuming need charging around within him, Germany was still embarrassed, as he had never done this before. He took comfort in the fact that Italy was just as inexperienced as he was. In a way, it took some pressure off him.

After some gentle re-positioning of their lower bodies, Germany pressed his forehead to Italy's, and pushed forward.

The young girl gasped and a half-grunt, half-squeal flew from her mouth. She wrapped her arms around Germany, and arched her back to him. Her breasts were pressed against Germany's chest, and this added to the already mind-blowing pleasure he was feeling.

'Oh-Ah!' she called. 'G-Germany…!'

'I-Italy…!' he choked. Are you ready for me to… to move?'

Italy looked to him, and nodded.

He began to move, and Italy's small squeaks filled the room, accompanied by Germany's more heavy grunts. Things began to swim in front of the German. This sensation of being with someone on such an intimate level was making every inch of him cry out in pure ecstasy.

It broke his heart to see Italy still trying to adjust, and he leaned down so that he was resting on his elbows, one still at either side of her head. He kissed her as best he could while he thrust.

'Nngh… Ah,' she squeaked.

He tried to speak as best as he could, but with the sensations overriding him, Germany wasn't entirely sure he could be understood. 'I-Italy- Are you… nngh-Ok?'

She had her eyes closed, but managed to open them to respond. 'Y-Yeah… I want Germany to… ah… go… f-faster…'

He was going to ask if that was such a good idea, but Italy beat him to it when she saw his face.

'Pl-please…! I wanna feel- nngh!'

He did as he was told, and seeing Italy's small face spurred him on. She eyed him with lustful amber, and her nails dug into his back, undoubtedly leaving marks. She smiled at him, conveying her desires which matched her words.

He thrust faster, and became more confident with each movement. He could feel Italy's thighs against his hips, and her breath against his skin. All sense of reason and reality clouded over him as his climax approached.

'G-Germany…! Nngh!'

Italy pulled herself up to Germany again, apparently approaching just like Germany. He could feel it build up, and he managed to spy the wild curl at the side of Italy's head. He found himself thinking 'What the hell' and ran his fingers along the length of it.

They both unleashed moans which signalled their climax. Italy gripped the back of Germany's head, pulling his hair. There was no pain on Germany's half from this action, as he was preoccupied gripping the bed covers and pushing himself into Italy.

It washed over them, and when the pinnacle of their pleasure had rippled from their bodies, Germany could feel a coat of sweat clinging to his skin for the first time since they began. When he opened heavy eyes to look at Italy, he saw her skin shone.

He carefully rolled of Italy to lie beside her, the pair of them still panting. He managed to summon strength to pull the sheet over them, and when he did, Italy moved to hug him. Germany hugged her back, and turned to face her.

He stroked her sleepy face, and whispered, 'H-How was it?'

Even after, he was still embarrassed.

'Ve~ I liked it.' Italy giggled softly. She snuggled up to him, nuzzling his chest. 'Germany… You make me feel so good.'

'And you made me feel good. You always do,' he replied. 'I love you, Italy.'

'I love you, too, Germany. Ve~ I'm so tired…'

The words were used as a signal that she was already asleep, and soon Germany could hear her soft snoring. Not long after this rhythm began, Germany fell into slumber with his lover.

Holy crap! It's so hard to keep characters in character when they're having sex…! . How was that? I'm a perv at heart, so I *secretly* enjoy writing this kind of stuff. The next chapter will be the final chapter, so I hope you can all stay tuned until the very end! R and R if you please! Thank you so much! Oh yeah! And I want to take this opportunity to apologise for ay grammar or spelling mistakes there might be. I get the ominous feeling that there are many in this. I… don't know why… Even though I've checked it over… There's probably a lot my tired eyes have missed… Guh…