"Ok _, pick a card!" France said, handing the bright red hat to you. You stuck your hand in and pulled out an index card. "Germany…"
He looked shocked "But…but…I thought…no one would pick it…"
"Oh? And why is that?" France smirked. "Because you taped it under the brim? Well, I have a few tricks up my sleeve too, you know."
"…Schwein…" Germany muttered under his breath. "Oh well, let's get this over with, ja?" he said, turning to you with a sigh. You nodded, trying to contain your excitement, and walked with him to the closet. Closing the door behind you, you said "Hey Germany?"
"Ja?"
"Can I ask you something you'll probably find extremely personal?"
"No."
"Good!" You sat down in front of him. "Do you like anybody? Like, anybody at all?"
"Of course I do, I'm allies with Japan and Italy."
You glared at him. "That's NOT what I meant."
"Fine. If I say yes, will you stop asking ridiculous things?"
You thought for a moment. "Nope."
He groaned. "Just my luck. I'm always stuck with the lunatics."
"You either have to tell me who you like or kiss me. Your choice."
He looked appauled. "I…uh…um…ich leibe dich." he said, very quiet and rushed.
"What? I didn't hear you, could you repeat that?"
"I SAID ICH LEIBE DICH!" he shouted, slamming his lips into yours. You leaned back onto the floor, letting his mouth follow yours until he was on top of you. You gently took his coat off his shoulders and discarded it on the floor, followed by, granted with some effort, his tank top. When Italy opened the door, you and Germany had just separated in order to get some air (air that didn't taste like beer, for god's sake,) and there was a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. Italy blushed, France gave a thumbs up, and France made a clicking noise with his mouth.
So I flipped the titles on these last two: Today's is 11 Doitzu's Drumming, and tomorrow's is gonna be 12 _s piping (still not telling ya!) even though in the original song its the other way around. It works better this way, trust me.