By the time Germany and Belle had made it back into the city it was late. Belle looked dead tired from their excursion though Germany looked completely unfazed, only slight tiredness tinging his features.
He discovered Belle had an extremely short temper when she was tired.
"What do you mean you gave our rooms up?!"
She pinched the bridge of her nose angrily, their luggage and the counter the only things between her and her first murder victim.
"I'm sorry, but there was a problem. I apologize."
"Well we want new rooms."
The man behind the counter, who looked to be well into his thirties, glanced between the two of them. He smirked at Germany, which completely went over Belle's head in her exhausted state.
"We only have one room left."
"A double?"
"Single."
She leaned her face into her palms in exasperation.
"Don't worry; here is your money back. The room will be free for one night due to our mistake."
Belle reached down to get her bags as the man handed Germany the new keycard and his money back, winking at him. He brushed it off and followed Belle up to their room.
The whole situation was just weird. For starters, Germany had made her let him pay for everything since she met him. He was extremely courteous, but it was weird for her to be so well treated by a man she barely knew. It was an odd change, but not an unpleasant one.
However, she still didn't want to share a room with him. She trusted him but it was just so awkward.
They dropped off their things and took turns getting ready for bed. As expected he insisted she take the bed, settling himself into an armchair in the corner.
"You don't have a blanket?"
"There wasn't an extra. Don't worry about it."
He'd slept under worse conditions. Besides, the chair was comfortable.
"You'll get cold. Germany?"
Belle deadpanned when she realized he had fallen asleep almost instantaneously. She looked at the bed longingly and considered just leaving him be, but he had been too kind to her for her not to show some kind of gratitude.
She walked into the hall, quickly finding a maid finishing up cleaning a room.
"Can I get another blanket?"
She worried momentarily that the woman hadn't understood her, but then realized she was making such a sour face because she didn't want to walk to a linen closet. Seeming to decide the walk wasn't worth it she unlocked the room next to Belle and Germany's, taking the spare from the closet inside.
Belle looked into the empty room in confusion.
"Excuse me, but I was under the impression the hotel was full?"
"No, we have many open rooms."
Realization crossed Belle's mind and she grit her teeth.
Next time she saw that wannabe cupid she was going to strangle him.
After thanking the maid she returned to their room, carefully covering Germany in the new blanket. He must have been sleepier than he let on, not waking up even slightly as she tucked the cloth around his shoulders. With a tired yawn she walked over to the bed and collapsed into it, falling asleep before her head hit the pillow.
The next morning she rolled over half-awake, curling up around the thin arm of the person lying beside her.
Wait a minute…
She screamed and flailed backwards, falling to the ground tangled in a sheet. Germany leapt out of his chair and looked at the bed.
"ITALY!"
Belle finally managed to untangle herself, standing up to look at the man intruding in her bed. He gave her a dull, out of it look as he reached a hand towards her.
"Pastaaaaaaaa~."
"…Italy…Why were you in bed with me?..."
"I thought you were Germany."
She stared at him in disbelief, wondering how he could confuse her petite frame with his muscled one and how he got in there in the first place. She looked at Germany, who had a hand on his face.
"Does he do that often?..."
"Unfortunately…"
She glanced at Italy incredulously. He tilted his head at her.
"Germany is like my brother, we hang out all the time."
Germany let out a defeated sigh and Belle looked at him pityingly, knowing what it was like to have an extremely clingy person in her life.