Italy's POV:

Training with Germany is hell. I can't do all this dumb exercising! My chest binding is making it so hot under this thick shirt. It itches too. Honestly, how long can I keep this guy thing up?

"Okay that conclude today's trainin- ITALY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

I was picking at the bandage around my chest and turn around to see Germany yelling at me. "My chest was all itchy," It wasn't a lie though.

Germany just let out an aggravated sigh with rubbing his temples. He does it more often than usual now. "Let's just go then."

"Okay," Finally, I could go back to my house and take this stupid thing off.

"Feli?"

I turn around to face him. He hardly ever calls me by my name, well my fake name that is. His hand had moved from rubbing his temples to the back of his neck.

"I was wondering...we haven't done anything in a while since that tour of Italy you gave me and..." He looked like he was struggling with his words. "Would you like to come to my place and stay for the night?"

Oh, that sounds so gaaaaay! But it still means spending time with Ludwig.

"Okay then! Let's go ve~"

We start walking to his house and of course, like a dumbass, I trip into a mud puddle.

Germany just groaned, as usual. "Are you okay Italy? Anything hurt."

I shake my head no. "That's good. Here you can take a shower at my house. I'll wash your clothes."

Crap is my binding bandage dirty? I checked really quick. It was a little dirty. I could just run some water on it.

"That would be fine Ludwig."

Ludwig's house was fairly small, but incredibly clean. I immediately headed towards his bathroom. He handed me a towel and I began to strip down my clothing.

My bandage was finally off and my breasts were able to breathe once they were freed from their wrapping. Over the years, they've grown to be pretty big, but they are nowhere near as big as Miss Hungary's, but they've been hurting more everyday with the bandage on. I tucked the bandage and my pair of boxers in the towel. I stepped into the shower, adjusting the temperature to my liking and finally had a moment where I didn't have to pretend to be what I'm not. The warm water felt so nice against my sweaty skin from today's training. It had absolute heaven having the water ran down my sore breasts as I was massaging them, quietly sighing in relief.

I was finally in a moment of piece when Germany decided to knock on the door. "Italy, I forgot to get your clothes to wash them."

Damnit! "Ya gimme a second." I immediately get out of the shower and pick up the towel to wrap it around me, but the bandage tucked into it fell out and I of course trip and fall on the floor with a loud thud in one swift motion "Italy are you okay?" I groaned, trying to gain my balance, my towel falls off the second he opens the door.

"Italy what happened is anything bruis-" Germany paused as he took a nice long look at my naked body His face turned absolutely red as he covers his eyes. "Sorry, I ...uh..." He leaves some of his clothes on the sink counter, picks up my uniform, and turns on his heels to briskly walk out of the room.

Well... crap.

Germany's POV

What the hell just happened?! I sat on my couch replaying what just happened. Since when did Italy have... those?! This is something I need to ask Italy myself. There was nothing I could do until Italy is done showering.

Author's note: I'm REALLY sorry this took long. I was positive I put this chapter on this website after I put it on Wattpad. Oh well. I will publish the other chapter tomorrow. Thank you for the support. Also, I'm not writing in their accents. I have read some fanfics, and some of these are absolutely impossible to read so I know your pain. Please comment if there is anything that needs to be changed.