"How could you let this happen!" The smaller blond nearly screeched at him, struggling to keep his temper under control. "South Italy could have answered the questions of German troop movements and told us the position of Germany and Italy!"

"I doubt he would have talked even if you beat his face in more," Alfred grumbled.

"I ought to beat your face in, you blundering idiot!"

"P-Please, England, calm down..." His brother tried to comfort the older Nation, but went ignored by the British man. "He couldn't have gotten far, we'll get him back."

He couldn't help but scoff. Lovino seemed confident he could escape, his guess was they wouldn't be seeing that Italian for quite a while. "I wouldn't count on it," he mumbled under his breath.

"What was that, you bloody wanker?" England sent him a glare that threw him back to his childhood years with the older man.

"N-Nothing, sir."

England scowled at him. "Get to your quarters and stay there until further notice."

Alfred felt like a banished teenager, but he didn't blame the older man; what he did had been stupid. Only an idiot, as England had informed him multiple times, would untie an enemy that had just bitten him. He was beginning to feel used now that lingering pressure of Lovino's lips faded, but he still couldn't shake the urge to feel those lips against his once again. Alfred shook his head violently, driving the Italian from his thoughts, as he entered his small room.

His was room was a generic military room, equipped with a locker, trunk, small shelves, a larger than standard issue bed and one fiery Italian sitting on the bed. Wait, what? Italians usually didn't come with most of the rooms assigned to him. He blinked once, then twice. Lovino didn't move or disappear, just simply stared at him with those sharp eyes.

"You...didn't leave?"

"Does it look like I did?"

"Well...What are you doing here?"

"Hiding."

"Why here?" Alfred waved his arms about, gesturing wildly around the room.

"Safest place here," the Italian answered in a monotonous voice, cleaning his nails on his shirt.

"But I have to take you to England now! Why didn't you stay away?"

"I couldn't leave, idiot!"

"Why? You're not safe here!"

Lovino got up and covered the short distance between them, grabbed his collar and kissed him. Without thinking, he immediately wrapped his arms around the other man and returned the kiss. Slowly, the smaller man pulled away, "Do you see now?"

He nodded dumbly, not seeing anything but two eyes boring into his, and pressed his lips against the Italian's again, more persistently. Lovino rewarded him by running his tongue over his bottom lip, biting it lightly. He eagerly opened his mouth, letting the more skilled man take the lead over the kiss.

A knocked on the door sent them scrambling, once Lovino was safely under the bed, he opened the door. "Who— Mattie! What's up, dude?"

"U-Uh, I was just wondering if you're hungry..." His brother smiled nervously.

"I'm fine."

"Are you oaky, Al? You seem a bit tense..."

Alfred forced himself to take a more relaxed posture. "Sorry, Iggy really went off on me."

"Oh, sorry about getting you in trouble," Matthew mutter guiltily.

"Nah, I'm the one that messed up, not you. Well, I'm kinda tired, ya know? The ride here wasn't all that nice and that whole fiasco with Lo— South Italy tuckered me out." He wasn't exactly lying, he really did feel exhausted.

"Oh! Sorry, I'll let you rest!" His brother hurried away quickly.

"He really is a skittish kid," Lovino said as he crawled out on to the bed, kicking off his shoes as he did so, "But a good one."

"Yeah, Mattie's almost cool like that. He's one of those guys you can trust your life with even if you don't know him," Alfred said proudly and slipped his coat off, hanging it on the post of his bed.

"Why'd you refuse food, idiot?"

"Uh, to get Mattie out of here before he found you and I'm not hungry."

The Italian sent him a glare. "Did you think maybe I was hungry?"

"Oh! Sorry... Would you like a candy bar?"

"No, of course I don't want a candy bar! I want— Wait, you have a candy bar in all this war bullshit?" Lovino stared at him.

"Yeah," Alfred said and took a chocolate bar out of his pocket, tossing it to the Italian.

Lovino stared at it, as if Alfred as just thrown a block of gold into his lap. He watched as Lovino opened it slowly, broke off a square of chocolate, and put it in his mouth. The candy bar flew through the air and hit him in the face. "That's not fucking chocolate! What the hell is that sugar and shit you're selling off as chocolate?"

"Ow! It's just a Hershey's bar!" He reached down and went to pick up the bar, but a tanned hand beat him to it and quickly snatched it up. "You just said you didn't like it! Why are you eating it?"

"I'm fucking hungry, and stop yelling, someone will hear you," Lovino said, like he hadn't been yelling two seconds earlier, and finished the bar.

He pouted and crossed his arms. "You were yelling too."

"Whatever." Lovino stretched out on the bed, his slim body taunt as he reached to the wall, arching his back up. "It's hot."

"Y-Yeah," he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes off the Italian.

"I'm going to take my clothes off, don't jump me."

"What?" His jaw dropped open as Lovino stripped off his shirt and pants, revealing smooth, tan skin. Blood rushed to his face so face he felt light-headed, but it soon left for a lower region.

"Keep it in your pants, lover boy." Lovino glanced at him and nearly started laughing. "Haven't you even seen another guy half-naked before?"

"W-Well... Shut up!" He looked away.

"Idiot bastard." The Italian rolled his eyes at the American, yawning deeply. "Whatever, I'm going to take a nap. I suggest you do the same, summer heat will suck the energy out of you."

"I can't! You're using the bed!"

Lovino looked at him like he was stupid, slowly shook his head and grumbled, "Americans"

He huffed, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. Lovino was right about the heat, he was practically boiling in his clothes. If he'd been alone in his room, he'd have stripped long ago. But a certain Italian just had to sneak into his room and make that impossible.

"Just take off your fucking clothes. I'm not going to bite...yet." Lovino smirked at him, those hazel eyes trailing seductively down his body.

His mouth hung open, not a sound finding its way out, and he felt blush begin to speak down his neck. Alfred was sure he looked silly, and the way Lovino rolled on his side, barely able to contain his laughter just confirmed his thoughts.

"I'm kidding, you fucking bastard, just lay down." Lovino finally calmed down enough and scoot closer to the wall, giving him enough room to lay down. Even though the bed was bigger than the cots most soldiers got, they still couldn't lay side by side without touching.

Soft snoring told him Lovino had fallen asleep. He leaned close to the Italian's relaxed face. The bruises on Lovino's face had already begun to yellow and fade away, but his handsome face still held lines of stress and exhaustion. He strangely felt thankful that Lovino had escaped and returned to stay, even if he was the enemy and he didn't understand why Lovino had chosen to stay.

"What are you doing, Alfred?" He asked himself softly, sliding off his shirt and shoes. Careful not to wake the sleeping man, he laid on the blankets next to Lovino. The Italian was fast asleep and didn't stir when Alfred jostled the bed. He trailed a finger down Lovino's face, loving the shiver he got from just touching the other man.

Lovino let out a small noise and a pout formed on his lips. He nearly laughed, the usually grumpy man looked so cute asleep like that, without the strain of being awake. Alfred smiled to himself, then rolled on to his back, trying to ignore the feeling of Lovino pressed against his arm. The Italian beside him shifted and he found an arm draped over his chest, and attached to that arm was an insanely sexy Italian, who he so desperately wanted to kiss and do things he didn't want to admit even to himself. The touch made him hyper aware of the heat radiating off Lovino's body and he fought to relax. He let out a deep breath and threw an arm over his eyes in hopes of calming his racing mind and heart.

Guys! I did a thing!

If I am to continue this, it will most like become M rated.

-Windy