This was it. This was going to be the night. Italy was completely convinced of that fact. He had been scheming all week and working towards this one singular evening. Plans had been laid out and preparations made. Tonight he, Veneciano, was going to claim Germany as his own and make that muscular blonde his lover. By force if he had to.

Such a plot he quickly realized he would never be able to do alone, and so enlisted the help of his older brother into the planning. Romano had whined when he found out he would need to cancel his plans with Spain for that evening, but his mood considerably brightened at the thought of spending time with Prussia. The entire trip to the German house was filled with the elder Italy's incessant babbling and it briefly entertained the brunette's mind to cut the offending muscle out of the blonde's mouth. Unfortunately, he knew well enough he would never be able to lay a hand on his brother and so crossed his arms and grumpily attempted to ignore him instead.

Like he had hoped, Germany had been the one to let him in, while Prussia remained in his basement bedroom and Austria was nowhere to be seen. Italy couldn't even contain the smile that threatened to overtake his face as he gave the silent signal to Romano to keep an eye on the albino and make sure he didn't interfere. Two elder brothers taken care of, that only left him and Germany.

Germany resisted at first which, if he really had to admit it, was to be expected. The brunette sidled up and rested his head against the broadness of the blonde's chest with a small sigh. "Germany, " he said in the sweetest voice he could muster (and it sounded vaguely like it previously had), "Don't you care about me?"

The German man stiffened and a slight blush formed on his cheeks. "O-of course I do, Italy. You are my friend."

"But is that all you want?" Innocent fuchsia eyes turned upwards and his finger lovingly stroked at the blonde's chest. "What if I wasn't... happy...?"

Germany blinked several times attempting to register what the other said. Had he been too harsh? Too demanding? What would happen if the brunette left him? He tried to swallow his confusion and fears as he met those glowing eyes. "Ar-are you not...? Not happy...?"

Italy let his gaze drop as he picked at one of the seams on the other's shirt. "And what if I wasn't?" He turned his bright eyes back up, the faintest hint of tears forming at the corners making them shine all the more. "Would you help me,Germany?" his voice cracking ever so slightly, "Just like you always have?"

"Uh..." was all the German managed.

"You are so brave and so strong!" Italy gushed in a high sing-songy voice, "You would be able to help me. Please, Germany?"

The blonde attempted to weigh his options while Italy nuzzled into his chest. His first instinct was to find a way to help the shorter nation. Italy had always relied on him , and as annoying and frustrating as it had been before, Germany also missed the way it was. There hadn't been any calls, tearful pleas, or whining since Italy had become a self-sufficient and formidable nation.

But on the other hand, it was that increased self-reliance that had the blonde worried. If this was an issue that the new Italy could not fix, would he be able to? And what would it require of him?

Hesitantly, he looked down at his friend. These feelings he harbored were strange to him and they had a tendency to swirl around inside his chest without his consent. They always did this sort of thing: the hugging or sleeping next to one another, but he never thought of it being anything more than what friends (or rather, Italy) did with one another. So maybe he shouldn't consider this as anything more than helping a friend when they were in trouble.

The German sighed and caught the Italian's attention. "What do you need me to do?"

Italy had to quickly turn away to hide the slight twitch to his lips that would have broken the innocent persona he had adopted for the evening. He intertwined his hand with Germany's and gave a gentle tug away from the sitting room they had previously been occupying, leading the way further back into the house. Germany followed along behind willingly with a slightly confused frown adorning his face as he attempted to figure out where they were headed and how this would make the brunette happier.

They proceeded in silence until the Italian opened a familiar door and pulled the blonde inside before he could protest. Germany paused inside his own bedroom and glanced around in confusion while the other shut the door and slid the lock. He turned and raised an eyebrow at the smaller nation leaning casually against the door. "Why are we in here? What was wrong with where we were before?"

Italy gave a slight shrug to his shoulders, feigning a shy ignorance to the situation. In all honesty he would not have minded doing this in any of the rooms in Germany's house and was secretly hoping he would be later, but he had come to the conclusion that he needed to manipulate his soon-to-be lover into a place where he could not escape or be interrupted. "I thought this would be more private."

The blonde paled. Whatever was about to happen, he was becoming increasingly apprehensive about. Italy was acting so nervous that he was beginning to fear the worst. There had been increasing activity on the side of the Allies. Apparently they had gained the support of a new nation that was far more driven than England or America ever were and that seemed incredibly daunting. He could only hope that what was happening here was not somehow related. "Will you tell me what you want from me now?" he questioned, studying the brunette carefully.

Italy looked away and was quiet for a moment. "Have I ever told you about when I was young?"

Germany frowned. "No. Does it have something to do with how you are now?"

"It does." the Italian replied with a slight nod. "I knew someone back then; another nation. We were close." He gave a quiet chuckle, "More than that. I loved him."

The blonde felt his chest constrict at the words even though he couldn't completely understand why, but he made no attempts to stop the brunette from continuing. Italy gave a soft sigh and leaned further against the door, "But he left a long time ago. I told him I would wait for him to return to me, but he has never come back. He broke my heart, Germany, when he lied and forgot about me."

Germany swallowed thickly. "I don't understand..."

"Of course you don't," Italy muttered unable to stop the slight role to his eyes and attempted to quickly recover it with a sweet smile, "What... what I mean to say is..." He paused and bit his lip as if searching for the right words to say, before flickering his gaze back up and pushing off of the door. "I have been waiting a long time," he said a lustful tone, taking slow deliberate steps towards the paralyzed nation, "for someone who doesn't care anything about me when I have someone else right here," he came to rest toe-to-toe with the blonde, eyes holding the other transfixed as he let the small ghost of a smile appear in his face, "right in front of me." Germany looked absolutely terrified, but was frozen in place as the brunette pulled himself up on his toes and wrapped his arms around the others neck and whispered in a seductive tone, "And I am tired of waiting."

His face was practically on fire it felt so hot with embarrassment, as Germany panicked and tried to back out of the hold. "What exactly do you want me to do?" he asked while trying, and failing, to keep the brunette at arm's length.

"Sex, Germany! I want you to sleep with me!" Italy groaned, despite the amusement at how much redder the blonde got. "I know you know what that is. I have seen your special collection of bondage porn that you keep in the brown box in the back if your closet." He ignored the horrified look on the others face as he continued, "You should really move it somewhere else that isn't so obvious."

Germany sputtered a few times, completely unable to respond as the Italian attempted to recover his previous hard work before it all slipped through his fingers. Again. "You like me well enough, right?" he said quietly.

"Ye-ye-yes...?" the blonde stammered, more of a question than a statement.

"Then where is the problem?" Italy asked innocently, pushing forward and using the German's uneasiness to get him closer to the bed.

"We shouldn't. Not now. The war...!The Allies...!"

"The war will not end simply because you took one night off." Italy continued in a purr, abandoning the innocent facade for a confident seductive one. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like?" he placed a light kiss at the blonde's pale neck (it's not like he could reach any higher) and let his hands slide further down that wide torso to hitch themselves just inside the other's waistband. "The two of us? Together? Our bodies against one another; my hot, naked skin sliding against yours as I writhe beneath you while you press deeper inside me with your large-"

"Please stop talking!" Germany tried, snatching the Italian's wrists and halting the attempts to open his trousers.

"You are too uptight. Relax." Italy continued, freeing his hands and pulling the resisting blonde against him. "You can make me stop talking." He urged, latching on to the other's shirt to strengthen his hold. He had him and there no way he was letting go. "Force me. Make me scream. You cannot tell me that you have never wanted to."

Germany made a choking noise that made the brunette smirk and pull their heads closer together, letting his warm breath tease over the German's lips. "Just let go, amore mio."

As their lips finally connected, Italy immediately fought to dominate, forcing the other's mouth to move in the way he wanted. His patience ended quickly and he didn't wait long to deepen their kiss by harshly biting down on paler lips and surging forward when Germany opened his mouth to protest.

Germany fought back against the tongue invading his mouth. Italy's kiss was far rougher than he had would have ever imagined compared to the softer, more tender ones that would be placed on his cheeks. His mind focused in on what was happening with his lips and wrestled with the wet muscle that attempted to take over but with his attention diverted didn't notice they were moving closer to the bed until Italy off balanced him, breaking he kiss and sending him backwards on the mattress.

Germany watched in stunned silence while the brunette clambered on top of him, intent on continuing where he had left off. Italy let out a low growl as he ignored the blonde's face in favor of attacking his neck. The German gasped at the mixture of tongue and teeth that worked roughly against his skin and after a particularly painful bite pulled away with a yelp and managed to roll them so that he was now above the other.

"Yes, yes!" Italy's fuschia eyes were wide in lustful glee as he rolled his head back and laughed, straining against the hold on his upper arms, "This is what I want. Be rough with me. Do it, Germany!"

The blonde hesitated watching the smaller nation beneath him. It wasn't just that the situation was strange, it was how unfamiliar his friend was. This wasn't how he wanted things to occur, and yet here he was and now he was afraid he would not be able to back out. He cared about Italy, didn't he? So did that mean he should agree to this... this act, more about gratification than feelings of attachment?

Ice blue eyes found those unnatural ones and held for a long moment while he finally came to a decision. He leaned in closer to recapture those lips against all of his doubts and concerns-

"Bruder! West! Hey! Are you in there?!"

Italy growled as his eyes furiously went to the door and the dark look on his face would have been able to murder anyone caught beneath it. Prussia continued to beat furiously on the door unaware of how his life was dangerously hanging in the balance at the moment and the blonde simply stared at the wooden barrier with a mixture of relief and annoyance.

"West! You have to be careful! Italy is plotting something and if we are not ready for it-" Prussia broke off his warning with a scream and the couple could hear the albino staggering around in the hall and crashing into the walls. "What the hell?! Stay away from me, you crazed knife-wielding Giftzwerg!"

There was another scream and footsteps thundered away back down the hall and replaced by a cheerful giggle. "Prussia~! You don't mean that! Why do you keep running away from me? Sorry about that, Veneciano, he managed to slip away from me. He will have to be punished for that~!"

Silence pervaded once again, but Italy was not going to have any of it. He wound one hand to the blonde's chin and forced it to look back at him and gave a sultry smile. "Shall we just continue where we left off?"

AN: Had a fun time writing THAT on my phone ON THE BUS. (I think there was a woman next to me who seemed a little appalled...)