I'm so so so sorry! I know this update is really late but I wanted to finish writing chapter 15 before I posted up anything new, not to mention a I recently got my report card and I've failed math, again DX

Anyways, my life has been pretty exciting, between getting tutoring homework and hanging with my friends I haven't had much time to write :P But I am going to be posting a Naruto story that I had since last year but only manged to finish this month. I entered it in the Fanfic contest at AN and I'm waiting for that e-mail :D

Also, I don't know if you guys are fans of Danny Fernendez, but just the other day me and my friends were on a double date and at the resturant we were at he was in the booth right behind us. My friend wanted to get a picture with him but I told her not to bug him. She was going to anywas but when we went to the washroom he had left :P The boy's laughed at that. But it's only fair after the Hungry style prank we played on them. (Wind is the best waiter eva! XD)

Enough of my randomness, here's the new chapter, enjoy :D

"That was close," said Prussia, panting as he leaned against a wall.

"Yes, they were 'close'," France said with a laugh. "Little Ita-chan is quite forward, when he wants something."

"Yeah, poor West is going to have to keep on his toes now that they're together," Prussia said. "Good thing the awesome mee is here to help them, kesesese."

"Care to make a bet?" asked France.

"Hmm?" Prussia lifted an eyebrow. "What kind of bet, Francis?"

"Abet about when those two lose their virginity," France said. "I give them a week."

"A week?" Prussia gave France a skeptical look. "As if. There's no way, West will be too shy. I give them three weeks."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Gilbert," said France. "Ita-chan is a country of love and passion. It won't take much for them to completely lose themselves in l'amour."

"We'll see," Prussia said. "But how will we know? I mean, if I just keep asking West, he'll become suspicious, not to mention annoyed."

"The put a camera in his room," France said plainly. "You'll be able to get all sorts of footage…"

Prussia shook his head. "No way. I'm too awesome to put a camera up in my little brother's room," he said.

"Well what if I do it?" France asked. "Would you have a problem with that?"

"If you do it? Sure," said Prussia. "I won't be the un-awesome one, kesesese."

"Then let's set it up now," France said.

The bad touch duo snuck down the hall to the stairway. On the way Prussia noticed Germany's three dogs, Aster, Berlitz and Blackie, in one of the rooms, a doggie door keeping them in.

"Eh? Why did West put them in here?" Prussia asked. "Well I should let them out." He unlatched the gate.

The three dogs wagged their tails and barked appreciatively. Prussia petted them and continued to head up the stairs with France.

Padding out of the room, the dogs caught a whiff of a certain Italian and headed to the kitchen to say hello.

"Italy can you bring me the flour?" asked Germany. "It's in that cupboard over there."

"Okay!" Italy walked over to where Germany said, and pulled out the bag of flour. As he picked it up, to bring it to him, he heard a noise.

Turning towards the doorway, Italy saw Germany's dogs entering the kitchen. When they saw Italy they ran at him happily.

"Ah! Doitsu!" Italy said, panicked. He still had the flour in his arms and the dogs were going to knock him down.

Germany turned to see Italy about to be tackled by his dogs.

"Stopp!" he said in a commanding voice. Blackie and Aster stooped but Berlitz was already pouncing on Italy. Germany reached out to grab the smaller man before he fell, but they both ended up falling to the ground. Flour was everywhere, and the dogs were sitting down watching the two men.

"Italy are you okay?"

"Yeah…" Italy said. "But the flour…"

It's fine. I have more," said Germany. Standing up he helped Italy to his feet.

You're covered in flour," he said, dusting the powder out of the brunet's hair.

"So are you," said Italy, brushing off Germany's shoulder. Then he blew air into Germany's face.

"Huh?" Germany was caught off guard. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting flour off your face!" Italy said cheerfully.

"Oh, are you now?" Germany smirked. "Then you won't mind if I…." he blew into Italy's face. "…return the favour."

Feeling the breath on his face, Italy giggled. When he laughed the dogs barked and wagged their tails happily.

"Hello!" Italy said, petting the dogs.

Germany looked at his dogs. He knew he had kept them in the other room, because they had a habit of getting out of hand when Italy was over. How had they gotten out?

Sighing Germany scratched behind Blackie's ear. "Alright, you guys need to be put back in the room," he said.

"Aw, why?" asked Italy. "Can't they just stay with us?"

"No, Italy. Dogs can't be in the kitchen," said Germany.

"Okay…" Italy said, pouting a little. Germany smiled at this and kissed Italy's forehead.

"Can you sweep up while I put them back?" he asked.

"Okay!" said Italy, happy to help. Chuckling, the larger man left the kitchen, dogs in tow.

As he walked down the hall, Germany thought about how happy he was. He no longer felt as nervous or shy about hugging Italy. Now that they were together, he didn't have to hold back his feeling for him anymore. He remembered the time he met the smaller man. How scared and panicked he was, when Germany found him in the tomato box.

Germany remembered how annoying and weird Italy seemed to him and how he just wanted him to go away. Now, Germany couldn't imagine being without the Italian.

When he reached the room, Germany inspected the gate. It hadn't been knocked down, which meant that someone had unlocked it, and seeing as it wasn't him or Italy it could only have been one other person.

Putting the dogs in the room and locking the gate, Germany went upstairs to find his brother.

When he got to the top of the stairs he heard two voices. Had Prussia invited someone over? The German man headed towards the voices. He stopped when he found out that they were coming from his room. He heard two men, one who was diffidently his brother and the other one who had a….French accent.

"What the hell are you two doing in my room?" yelled Germany, yanking open the door.

Both men jumped out of their skin. France cowered in a corner, while Prussia tried to think of an excuse. They had already set up the camera, but if he didn't come up with a good lie quick, they'd be found out.

"W-West, we were just…" Prussia got an idea. "….looking for your 'magazines', kesesese."

"What?" said Germany.

"Oh, don't be shy West," said Prussia. "We thought we'd show them to Italia-chan. I'm sure he could learn all sorts of 'things' from them…"

Germany blushed deeply. "Italy's already seen them, now get out of my room!"

"So…." France said, no longer cowering in the corner. "You already showed Ita-chan such things, so early in your relationship? You're such a naughty boy, Germany."

"What do yo-No! That's not what I meant!" Germany got even redder.

"Oh, mon ami," France spoke again, but now he had come to stand beside Germany. "There's no need to be so embarrassed. I'm sure if you asked, Ita-chan would be very willing to learn and try," He put an arm on Germany's shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I've heard he's very skilled with his mouth…"

You could almost see steam coming out of Germany's ears at France's last statement.

"Out! Now!" he roared. He shoved the both of them out of his room, and closed the door.

"Kesesese! Don't freak out West," said Prussia. "We're just having a bit of fun."

"It wasn't funny," said Germany.

"You need to loosen up," France said. "Ita-chan won't want someone who's so uptight."

"Shut up," Germany glared at France. "I want you two to leave."

"Aw, but I wanted to say hello to Italia-chan," Prussia said. France agreed.

"I don't care," said Germany. "You are being a pain."

"Come on, I promise we'll leave right after," Prussia grinned. "Then you can have some 'alone' time with Italia-chan, kesesese."

Germany was tired of being teased by them. "Fine, just hurry up," he said annoyed.

The tree of them went downstairs and into the kitchen. Germany entered first. He saw Italy humming as he swept up the flour, his back to them.

Watching Italy, Germany felt a moment of nostalgia come over him. It was almost as if he was remembering something…"

France and Prussia walked right past him, to greet Italy.

"Ita-chan!" France said.

Turning around, Italy broke into a smile when he saw the older man. "Big brother France!" he gave him a quick hug.

"Hey Italia-chan," said Prussia.

"H-hi Prussia," said Italy timidly.

"I just wanted to apologize to you properly, about what happened at Japan's. I was out of line, and the awesome me is sorry, and I promise not to do it again."

Hearing the sincerity in his voice, Italy gave him a small smile. "Thank you for apologizing, but it's okay, cause Doitsu protected me, right?"

Italy turned to look at Germany, but Germany wasn't paying attention.

"Ve~? Germany?" Italy noticed the far away look in his eyes.

Germany didn't respond. He couldn't. He wasn't seeing Italy looking up at him worriedly, or France and Prussia watching the two of them. No, what he was seeing was that young maid sweeping. He was watching her through a crack in the door. He had just come home, and hadn't expected her to be there. He was overcome with joy. He reached out, to grab the bow of her dress, when a voice rang out and brought him back to reality.

"Germany!" Italy shouted. When Germany still did not respond, he began to shake him.

"Ita…ly?" Germany blinked, and stared down at the smaller man.

"Geez West, you were giving us a scare," said Prussia.

"I'm sor-" Germany began to say, but all of a sudden he became light-headed. He started to stagger a bit, which caused the other three concern.

"Doitsu?, are you okay?" asked Italy.

"West?" Prussia walked over to him.

Germany tried to steady himself. But everything was spinning. He grabbed on to Prussia and France ran over to help hold up the larger man.

"Doitsu!" Italy was panicking now.

The German tried to say a comforting word to him, but darkness tugged at his vision and he fell unconscious.

Translations:

Mon ami-My friend

So what do you guy's think? Was Germany passing out, again, too much? What about France and Prussia words to Germany? Tell me! .

Also I've been writing out some new Hetalia idea's and I'm wondering if I should post them up on my profile or not. I have about 11 idea's, 2-3 of them being the continuations of this story. The one right after this is called 'Big Brother France's Birthday Gift':D

Also when I finish this story should I start a poll to see what story's you guys want first? Cause I don't know if I have the time or notebooks to do more then one story at a time :P

Also is anyone tuning in to the royal wedding? I'm kinda interested.

I hope you guy's like chapter 15. I tortured some of my guy friends by making them read it :D One was like omg O.o, one laughed, and the other one cryed and said he was sorry (It was punishment for annoying me :))

I wouldn't call it smut, cause smut in my opinion is a label for something that is sexual things and sex without any sort of plot or reasoning. I'd like to consider it not that :P, you guys can decide when you read it :D I'll hopefully have it up my next friday or next, next friday :P

While, see you next chapter :D