Rated M. This is a piece of literary fiction. The Author does not claim ownership pertaining to the ideas/characteristics/ect, of Hetalia or any subsidiary thereof.

Thank you all! My Sweet reviewers! I adore you :D

Also, there has been a huge outcry for Germany, Denmark, Netherlands, and Japan.

Rated M.

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America was content, sitting on the couch with Germany after her long flight. In fact, she felt a little tired, what with all the travel. However, as she stifled her yawn, she couldn't help but feel oddly happy with the moment.

She hardly felt the arm that moved around her shoulders, as she was drawn more comfortably into Germany's side. The television was playing some sort of Italian drama or soap opera. Maybe. It could have been an infomercial for some sort of tight pants, because they were all wearing them. Before she knew it, her eye lids became heavy as she listened to the Television and the sounds of Italy cooking in the kitchen.

Germany's rhythmic heartbeat, though strangely fast -considering they were just sitting on the couch-, was also helpful in soothing the Star-Spangled nation into a light slumber.

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For the more stoic nation, it was a situation hat was nearly causing his heart to beat out of control.

He could feel the heat on his cheeks, as his blue eyes glanced down to a dozing America by his side. Her could see that Texas was slightly askew, and he wanted to reach out and fix it for her. Or perhaps take them off so that she was more comfortable. However, America reacted rather negatively to anyone touching Texas. So, instead, he settled for swallowing the lump that appeared in his throat.

Italy was just in the next room, the scents of spices and meats filled the air. Yet, underneath that, with her so close, he could detect the scents of soft perfume that radiated from America.

They were so close. He could imagine a sort of domestic bliss with her, just like this. Perhaps it would not include Italy humming some form of Opera in his kitchen... then again, America and Northern Italy got along strangely well...

So, it was wholly possible that one or both Italy's would be over more frequently.

Which posed a problem, when Southern Italy and he still did not get along well. Though the grenades had been dropped to a minimum. Which was nice. And, far less expensive than other events in Germany's history.

America made a soft noise in her sleep. Almost like a contented sigh and it shot straight to Germany's heart. He felt the way his veins were burning slightly at her closeness. He wasn't a perverted nation. He wasn't. He was calm and collected. He was someone who adhered to the rules and found many rewards from heard work as well as perseverance.

Just because America was so close... and it would be so easy to lie down and pull her on top of him...

Only to cuddle!

Germany shook his head vigorously, praying that parts of him would not choose this inopportune time to 'awaken'.

Almost as if the inexperienced nation could hear his inner struggle for control, America's hands tightened and her hand fell down brushing against the male nation's.

Skin to skin, fingers touched lightly. An innocent touch. Much like America's strange enthusiasm for everything. Including the seeking of a husband. When she had declared that, he had been unable to know what to think. What sort of nation would want to be tied so closely to the loud, brash, and often hard-headed female nation.

Well... now he knew, that he wanted to be. He wanted America by his side. As she was now. Seeking his warmth, his strength -perhaps-, and to be nearer to him.

He wasn't aware of the soft smile that adorned his handsome features, as her hair fell partially over her face. His fingers itched to touch the wheat-gold locks. He battled himself over the urge, until it grew too strong to resist. Slowly, and carefully, Germany lifted his hand to brush back America's hair. Nantucket allowed his almost-timid intrusion. Her hair was soft.

Germany's flush grew deeper.

America let out of soft hum, a sound of enjoyment from her throat that caused Germany's iron-clad will to take a nosedive. The struggle he had waged not to become aroused by the situation was promptly forgotten. As, roused by his gentle touch, America blinked sleepily. She started to move against him. Her hand tightened around his, reflexively.

"Oh... Germany?" She questioned as she moved to sit up straighter.

His heart hammered in his chest. His eyes widened in horror and concern that he had done something that might be construed as inappropriate.

"J-ja?" He questioned roughly, trying to will down a part of him that was far more excited than the rest of him.

There was the sounds of footsteps approaching, as America looked up at him with sleepy happiness. Her blue eyes were slightly clouded behind Texas. Germany swallowed, as he fought the urge to say or do something with her so very close.

"Dinner is ready!" Northern Italy crowed out loudly, with clear pride. The gleam in his eyes landed on Germany's red face and America pressed up against him. Sweet, clueless, little Northern Italy tilted his head to the side in confusion.

Germany's mouth opened and closed several times. His mind scrambled to think of something to say. An excuse to toss out so as to avoid suspicion hat he was...

Well, he was after America though. However, Germany was much less aggressive than the likes of Prussia, Denmark, or Russia. What would he say to them now?

"Dinner?!" The Star-Spangled nation questioned, suddenly more alert. Her stomach let loose a gurgle of appreciation at the chance for nourishment.

Just as the panic had been setting in, America had caused a suitable distraction. She sprang up from the couch and hurried over toward Italy.

"Food? I'm ready. Feed me," she chanted as she nearly glowed with her own delight.

Northern Italy began telling her what they were having. America began laughing.

Somehow, and Germany honestly wasn't sure how, but the sound of her joyous laughter caused the part of him he was attempting to hide, to throb nearly painfully.

"Yo," America called out, turning toward him, "Germany. You commin'?"

He flushed deeply at her innocent question.

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Her phone buzzed, half way through dinner.

Which was strange, because she had been forced to change the number. What with Russia finding it out. So only a few nations even had it at the moment.

America blinked down at it. She glanced sheepishly at Germany and Northern Italy. Gingerly, she looked at the screen. She knew that number.

'England'.

Oh, no. She hadn't spoken to Iggy in weeks. It seemed. Or was it a couple of days? America furrowed her brow. She honestly couldn't remember now. With a slight chuckled she turned it silent, and gazed at the male nations.

"Uh, sorry," The Star-Spangled nation said quickly. "But, I have to take this."

Germany didn't look terribly pleased, and Northern Italy gestured for her to go take her call.

"Of course, of course," Northern Italy said happily.

America beamed at him. Germany narrowed his blue eyes on her phone. Huh. Must not have been an Android lover. Then again, Germany did seem more like and I-phone person. When she thought about it. Wait... how often did she think about people and their phones? America glanced to the side.

Not that often.

She quickly pushed away from the table and ducked into the living room. Her phone was still blinking. Sweet! Ten points!

"Hello, this is The United States," she answered cordially.

"There you are! You damn daft twit!" The Island nation roared at her.

America winced and held her phone away from her ear.

"I have half a mind to bend you over my knee-"

She blanched slightly as the vivid images from Google popped in her head. She wasn't saying anything, but people had some issues. Okay, well, maybe she was saying something about it. America shook her head.

"-You had a 'date' with Russia! France told me all about his 'discussion' with you! Bloody hell Scotland, stop laughing! This isn't funny."

"Oh, come on Iggy-" she whined plaintively.

"And then I should hand you over to Finland! Do you have any idea how worried I have been?" The British nation demanded forcefully.

England had been worried? About her? Of course he had. He was the biggest worry-wart on the planet. Oh, not guilt. America hated feeling guilty! And, right now, at this moment, she did feel guilty.

"But-"

"Where are you?" England asked seriously, lowering his tone. "I will come and get you right this instant. You have only to say the word and-"

America sighed heavily. There was no chance at really interrupting Iggy when he was on a roll. However, she would give him the information he wanted. It saved her a few headaches. At least.

"I'm with Northern Italy-" She tired to tell him.

"Oh, well that's not so terrible. I can be there in a few hours-"

"And Germany."

A deathly silence reigned.

"Germany?"

"Yeah, Germany," America confirmed.

"I will be right there."

"But Eng-"

BEEP.

America blinked, and then stared at her phone, utterly aghast. Had he just... did he just hang up on her?! Oh, dick move. America glowered at her cell. Well! For someone that claimed to be the height of propriety, he sure had a thing or two to learn about some damn manners. She huffed an indignant breath and glanced back toward the dining room.

She cleared her throat and plastered a smile on as she went back to the table.

"Is everything alright?" Germany asked, right away. And, America grinned at the fact it almost looked as if he were about to stand in her presence. As he had centuries ago, when it was expected.

"Oh yeah," she said clearing her throat again. "Say Italy?"

"Si?"

"I am so sorry to do this, but I think we are going to have another guest for dinner..." She trailed off lightly. Italy beamed at her words.

"OH wonderful! I will go get another plate, do they want some wine?"

England and booze...

"No, but some coffee, please, if it is not too much trouble?"

Germany's gaze narrowed slightly.

"Who is coming?"

America scratched at the back of her neck, her cheeks tinted pink.

"Italy, you have such nice plates-"

"America." Germany enunciated again. "Is it the Netherlands?"

She blinked at him.

"No."

That seemed to calm him slightly.

"It's England," America said in a rush.

Germany openly glowered.

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Iceland was not one for indulging in past events overmuch, but his thoughts hadn't strayed much from America's kiss.

Not so very long ago.

He was still a passionate nation, and it had certainly sparked his interest. Also, America never seemed unkind to him. She had even complimented his accent. Which he was rather shy about. Yet, she had seemed so sincere about it, that Iceland had been willing to follow her to Hungary's place. He had even been persuaded to keep Prussia alive. Which he might come to regret later, or possibly not. He wasn't utterly certain which way fate would go.

There were also some strange comments circulating about. Concerning America and her unusual obliviousness toward other nations. Well, toward male nations. Norway had told him a great deal about the adventure in Australia. Which had Iceland chuckling internally a time or two. It did seem like the sort of trouble that only America could get into.

He didn't mind her. He actually rather... liked the boisterous nation. Though, she often seemed to be in the middle of some sort of argument or political debate. Iceland, who was wary of other nations, did not want to be in the lime-light so often. But, the way she had charged around, trying to 'protect' him was strangely exciting. Perhaps a bit flirtatious even.

Iceland had certainly been flirting with her. America did not appear to be upset by his more subtle advances. Which gave Iceland some large twinge of hope. Norway was, annoying as always, oddly supportive of the idea. He wanted what was best for Iceland, and at the same time, Iceland held the suspicion that causing Denmark pain was too much to pass up on.

He glanced at the clock, a tad nervous.

Finland would be arriving shortly.

Iceland did not mind. He knew that he could treat America with respect, and Finland seemed to like him more than some of the other options. Which was also good. He wondered how Denmark was fairing.

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Denmark, who was full on coffee and Canadian sweets, was happily chatting away with Canada.

However, the easy-going and bright nation was unaware that Canada had made a promise to himself. Had he known, mayhap, Denmark would have been a touch more cautious with his inquires about America. About her likes and dislikes. Canada could tell that Denmark did adore America, the 'Little one' as he called her.

The quiet Northern neighbor reserved any thoughts on the matter. Yet, he did know one very important fact.

No matter the nation, no matter the size. If they broke America's heart...

He was going to help Finland catch them. What Finland did after that, well, that simply wasn't Canada's business at all.