Here is the thing to consider about Italy. He has the biggest (and I mean, biggest) crush on the blonde nation to the north. Maybe he hasn't made that obvious enough? It certainly felt like it with the way Germany seemed to not understand and avoid him as much as he did.

The brunette huffed as he poured over the magazines he had stolen out of the back of Germany's closet. While he had to admit that the blonde had good taste as far as bondage was concerned, it frustrated him that none of this knowledge was being put to good use. True, they had only been together once, but even outside of that singular wild night the blonde always seemed to treat him gently, like he was too fragile and might break at any moment. It was starting to annoy him.

And the awkwardness! For someone with such an extensive porn collection he clearly wasn't entirely sure what he was doing and it showed through in his actions. The hesitation to move things forward, touch him in any way that could be seen as inappropriate, or experiment was only amusing for so long until you were so desperate that you would be willing to do anything to relieve that twisting sensation in your gut.

This unfortunately meant that the brunette was going to have to work with what he had to get what he wanted. He sighed as he snapped the booklet closed and replaced it with its companions in a stack and stood up to stretch. He needed to start simply, get Germany used to the idea of their relationship and hope that eventually the blonde learned his likes and dislikes when it came to the bedroom.

And what a perfect time to start now that Prussia was out of the house for the day! Austria always kept to himself, so there was no worry of him interrupting and it didn't bother him in the slightest if the nation glared him for being too loud during their activities. He could manage it.

Italy pushed open the closet door and easily strode through the blonde's bedroom. Germany was likely still in his office, where he had managed to catch a glimpse of the nation huddled over his desk with a deep-set frown cutting into his features. Hadn't even heard the brunette as he snuck past on his way upstairs earlier while being so focused on his work.

Italy stuck his head through that doorway, smirking as he found his blonde in the same place he had been earlier. He quietly pushed the door open further and leaned against it until it clicked closed and finally gathered the attention of the nation across from him. Germany sighed and lay his pen aside, fixing the blonde with a tired stare. "What can I help you with, Italy?"

Italy shrugged, attempting his innocent persona as he flicked the lock with his thumb. Germany frowned, clearly not buying it. "I don't have time for your games."

"Perhaps you should make time." Italy pouted, slinking across the gap between them.

Germany instantly sensed something was up and sat up straighter in his chair trying to add that minimal amount of distance and delay what was likely the inevitable. "How did you get into the house?"

"It's a secret." The brunette teased, reaching the desk and leaning across it to examine what Germany currently had set out around him. "Besides, you may as well admit you like my visits." He added with a slight smirk.

Germany followed every movement with his eyes. Italy had something planned, spending so much time together was allowing him start finding all the brunette's tells: the way he could be sickly sweet when he wanted something and or that slight twitch to the smile that meant you would be paying for your last comment in some form of pain and humiliation. It was still Italy underneath it all, wasn't it though?

Fuchsia glanced up when Germany didn't respond right away and frowned. "Are you still attempting to figure out how I am able to slip into your house or do you have something else on your mind?"

"Why are you visiting today?" Germany stated simply, fixing the brunette with a very serious look.

Italy laughed and stood back from the desk, moving in a very nonchalant fashion around it to join the blonde on the other side. "Am I not allowed to just spend time with my lover?"

Germany flushed darkly, but didn't relent. "You haven't wanted to just spend time together for weeks without some sort of hidden agenda."

"That cannot be entirely true," Italy pouted, sitting on the edge of the desk to face him. "Besides," the brunette added, bracing himself against the chair to lean in for a kiss, "what else should we be doing with our spare time~?"

"I have work to do."

"And you can accomplish it after you take a break."

"Italy, I really do not have time for this." Germany argued, placing both his hands on Italy's chest to push him away and hearing a clicking noise that he knew instantly would not bode well for him. Italy sat back with a clearly pleased grin as the German simply stared at the handcuffs that had appeared around his wrists. It took a full 30 seconds before he was able to react, but when he did he was furious.

"What is this?!" He shouted up at the smaller nation, trying and failing to shake his fists at the smirking brunette.

"Dear Germany," Italy shook his head in a patronizing manner, "do you not know what those are?"

"I know what they are," Germany shouted back, "but why?!"

"I thought it would be fun."

"FUN?!" Germany was beside himself in frustration and started to forcefully try to free himself from the metal restraints and ignoring the way they cut into his skin when he did.

Italy watched the nation's futile struggle before sighing. "If it bothers you that much, I have a key."

Germany froze. "A key?" he said fairly calmly considering the situation he had found himself in.

Italy nodded slowly. "Yes, a key. You didn't honestly think I would show up without one, would you?"

The blonde blinked. "What's the catch?"

"Catch?" Italy gasped in faux surprise.

"Yes. You will want me to do something for you to get that key." Germany replied with stone cold seriousness.

"Have I become so transparent?" Italy mused quietly to himself and chuckling at the dark look Germany gave him. "Fine," he relented, smiling once more and meeting Germany's stare head on, "I have hidden the key somewhere and you must find it."

"Do I get more of a hint of where to look?" Germany pressed, already disliking where this was headed.

Italy winked. "It is somewhere right in front of you."

He was right. He did hate where this was going. "Is it in one of your pockets?"

"Maybe…" Italy leaned back on his hands. "Or maybe it is somewhere a little more… interesting~"

"Or," Germany growled, "you could just give it to me."

"You would have to force me to."

The blonde sighed and studied his wrists while he considered his predicament and Italy began to rub his leg against his own. "The longer you wait, the longer it will take you to get back to your paperwork." Italy reminded him.

"How am I to search you without being able to fully use my hands?"

Italy raised his eyebrows, a mischievous glint catching in his eyes. "I am sure you will be able to find a way."

Yes, Germany truly did hate where this was going.

But Italy was his only friend.

AN: Please somebody stop me... This story would be so much shorter if I didn't add in the bits like this...