The group of five sat in the car, Germany driving, Prussia in the front seat and giving directions while the rest made small chat in the back. Curiosity was killing Romano as he wondered where they were headed. Prussia promised a surprise and noone but he knew what it was. Germany parked the car before they all looked at the prussian strangely. "Uhm, Gil?" Spain was interrupted as Prussia began to explain why the hell they came to an animal shelter. "I was worried about Lovino being home alone all the time and thought a pet might help him feel less lonely. I was going to just bring a puppy but realized this was a better idea, Romano can choose from any and save the life of a helpless animal." "Bruder if you were really so worried and desperate to get him an animal we could have just tied you outside in his yard." Everyone began to laugh while Gil pouted and made his way out the car and into the building with the rest behind him. Romano would hate to admit, his heart had skipped afew beats when he heard the prussian say he was worried about him. The lady at the front let them inside to see the animals all inside cages and looking half dead. "How about a puppy Lovi?" Antonio stopped to look at a small dog in one of the cages as Germany and Prussia also looked at afew of the dogs. "No way, dogs are dirty and annoying." Romano huffed out before walking along to look at the other animals. "How about a cat Romano-san, they are always a popular choice. " Japan led Romano to the cat section and they began to look around. One cat caught his attention almost immediately.

A small white cat with light brown patches on it, it was a very chubby cat with honey colored eyes and a fly away curl. As he got closer the cat fell onto it's back and began to roll around in a playful way. "What an idiot cat, how can it be so happy when its locked into such a small cage." Romano looked at the cat with pity as it poked its paw out the bars. Japan joined him and instantly understood as to why that familiar looking cat caught his attention. "Why dont you hold it for a bit Romano, even if you don't adopt him im sure he would like to be pet." The lady came and passed the small cat to Romano who held it up and inspected it as if it were fragile china. "This is our most up-spirited cat, he'll be sure to brighten up any day. He was saved from an abusive owner and has been here for a little over a month." Romano looked at the small cat with sympathy. As he put the small animal to his chest it meowed and Romano knew this was the one he wanted. He didn't have to look at any other one to be sure. He and Japan filled out the paperwork for the adoption before joining the three who were still looking at the dogs.

Spain walked past cages until his eyes noticed a very strange looking white dog. He had never seen a dog that long before. "Hey look, this dog looks just like you Gil." Antonio smiled as Prussia looked over. "Toni ...I don't think that's a dog," he said plainly as the spaniard gave him a shocked look. "Eh? Then thats a weird looking cat." " It's a ferret, idiota." Spain turned to see Romano face palming while holding a carrier in the other hand. "So you found someone, can I see?" Romano pulled out the small cat and Antonio and Gilbert cooed at the small animal before Germany began to rush them out. They stopped by a pet store where they each bought something the cat needed, japan bought a small bed, Germany bought a litter box, Spain got a few toys and Prussia payed for the collar and license. The cat wore a collar with the italian flag colors on it and had a tomato shaped license with the name "Feli" inscribed onto it and a small tomato bell.

Romano thanked them once again as Japan and Spain left once they arrived to his home. "Our plane leaves tomorrow morning, I hope you dont mind if we stay one more night." Germany watched the italian cook dinner as he sat down trying to start a normal conversation. "Not a problem, just don't think I will always let you stay here when you want potato bastard." Germany thanked him and began to set the table when he saw his brother playing with the new cat. He had to admit the cat was rather adorable and in a way resembled the now dead italy.

He absently turned around, still lost in thought before crashing into the small italian and knocking him onto the floor, dropping glass cups that broke as soon as they hit the floor. "Romano, I'm so sorry." He reached to help the italian up from the floor only to have his hand smacked away. "Its fine bastard I got it." As Romano placed his hand back down a large shard of glass cut his palm. He hissed and held his hand as the blood began to run from the cut. Germany grabbed his hand firmly, as to not let the italian pull his hand away before examining the cut and placing his mouth over it. He silently sucked and licked over the wound while the italian tried to hide small hisses from pain. Eventually the blood stopped flowing out but Germany didn't pull away. He began to lick the wound before letting his tongue smoothly glide across Romano's palm and over his fingers. Romano turned pink and tried to pull his hand away. This was getting too weird and sexual. Germany continued to run his tongue between the fingers and over the wound. How can his hands be so small and smooth? He was able to get a small hint of the tomato sauce scent as he began to slide the fingers into his mouth bringing in the nostalgia of his cute little Italian lover. "Wait, stop!" The voice snapped Germany back into reality as he saw the blushing Romano in front him and his eyes beginning to water. He quickly pulled away and shamefully walked back to finish setting the table as Romano got up and began to pick up the broken glass.

After an awkward dinner Germany went straight to bed while Romano went to fill the tub to take a bath. He relaxed as he slipped inside until Prussia walked in with a smile, and a bottle of wine. Romano was too tired to complain and allowed the prussian to get into the hot water with him with the wine in hand. "This feels great, I don't normally take a long hot bath." He handed Romano the wine who gladly took it and began to drink. "Thank you bastard for the cat and for helping me with the room." "You don't have to thank me Romano, I'm always happy to help you out." Romano smiled towards him, he really wasnt so bad when he wasn't being a cocky asshole.

They talked, about nothing really and finished the bottle of wine. Romano looked at the Prussian as he told a story from when he was younger. His words were not even heard as he checked him out. He was so pale and long. Though it didn't show much when he was dressed, Prussia was very well fit. His body was well toned and built. Romano couldn't help but reach and slowly stroke at his body with only his finger tips. He stopped when he felt two hands grab onto his waist. He looked up and saw the prussian staring at him with a deep concentration, he looked so handsome with a serious face like that. He felt his heart beat begin to race as he looked into the mans bright red eyes that seemed to stare deeply into his mind. He watched the eyes slowly move foward and began to see not lust, but deep sentimental feelings in them.

He leaned in and felt his heart almost burst as the two slowly began to get into a very passionate and deep kiss. They pulled apart after what seemed like hours to catch some air. Romano panted for air while Prussia tangled his fingers into his dark brown hair. "I love you, Romano." The words had came so suddenly Romano didn't know how to react. Should he end things here before they went to far? However his mind became blank and all he can think to do is lean in for another kiss. After all, he couldn't think of many reasons to reject him now that he actually had feelings for him. He was pulled onto the Prussian's lap and began to crave his touch. He wanted the extasy only the prussian can give him with only afew strokes. Gilbert held Romano closely and peppered him with soft kisses as the younger moved to his own desire on top of him whimpering out the Prussian's name as he melted underneath each touch from his gentle hands and kissing him when he felt he couldn't hold in his voice anymore.

Germany layed in the room ashamed of what he had done to Romano. He knew italy was dead, yet he still thought of him as he ran his tongue all over Romano's hand. He heard small whimpers that sounded like Romano. He became worried that maybe Romano was having an episode and crying in the bathroom. He got up and silently made his way to the bathroom. He peeked through the slight crack from the open door expecting to see Romano crying. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the red faced whimpering Italian on top of his brother who was holding him tightly and kissing every reachable area of skin. He wanted to turn away and forget he ever saw this but his eyes stayed glued onto the small italian. He looked so different when he wasnt scowling or crying. He looked just like Feliciano. Even the faces of pleasure he made were the same, the same twitching curl that begged to be touched, and very similar sounds as well. He watched them and began to feel an uncomfortable pain in his lower region. He looked at Romano and could only think of his Italy whenever they would do it. He saw Prussia turn his head towards the door slightly before shushing the italian. "What?" "Nothing I just thought I heard something." Germany left back to the room as soon as the desperate gasps from the small italian began again. He closed the door and took care of his painful issue while thinking of his long gone lover before falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning Romano woke up cuddled tightly with the naked prussian in his bed. He didn't remember coming back to the bed at all and his body hurt badly, but he wasnt complaining. He was happy and content laying there with the prussian holding him so closely. He wouldn'mind if he woke up like this this everyday. His heart fluttered at the thought and whispered an "I love you" before he closed his eyes and fell back into a deep sleep.