Chapter 3

Italy drew in a deep breath as he watched Japan close his locker. He could do this. Just like he'd practiced.

"Hey…"He said, trying to stroll, but instead looking like he had a limp as he walked up to Japan. "There's something I've been meaning to ask you for a while now."

Japan blushed and turned to him. "If it's about what happened yesterday…"

"Shhh…"Italy said, trying desperately to be epic. "Let's go out. You. Me. Alone."

Japan blinked. "Ok." He smiled. "Where should we go?"

Italy scratched his head. "Ok?" He said, looking quizzical. "It's ok?"

"Why not?" Japan smiled. "I love going out with you."

Italy blushed. "Not…I didn't mean like that." He said. "I meant out like…like…" He broke off, still blushing. This wasn't working! He couldn't just confess his undying love! It had been one day since he'd realized it. They needed to go out for a while and ferment in their every dying dream's for each other. Or at least, that's what all the books he'd read had said.

Japan needed to realize on his own! He couldn't just say it out loud. He would seem like a complete freak! He sighed. "N-never mind." He said, looking at the ground. "I mean we can go out sometime, but never mind for right now."

Japan looked confused. "O-ok." He said.

Italy didn't like not being carefree. He didn't like not being always happy. He wanted Japan to love him and he wanted him to love him now! There was only one person that he could turn to, one person with enough practice to help more than all the internet sites he'd spent the nights poring over.

Germany.

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"Germany, I need you to teach me how to let Japan realize that I love him." Italy begged, looking up into Germany's eyes. "I don't want to say it and make a fool of myself in front of him."

"My, oh my." Germany said in false shock. "You're actually afraid of making a fool of yourself? You must really like this boy."

Italy pouted. "I already told you that I loved him." He said. "I love him with all my heart and I don't want to look stupid in front of him." He clung to the front of Germany's shirt. "Please, please, please Germany?"

Germany looked down into Italy's big, trusting eyes. "Fine." He said.

"Germany-san is so kind!" Italy cooed, hugging him.

"But you'll need a lot of work." Germany reprimanded. "It will take a couple days to get everything down, so listen carefully. Two things that you're going to need to remember and these are key words because they're things I'm sure you haven't heard much about. Being subtle, and flirting."

"Flirting…" Italy repeated idyllically. "How…how do I do that?"

"They go hand in hand." Germany pried Italy off of him and walked into the living room. "You have to be subtle enough so that if the person doesn't like you back you won't be making a fool of yourself, but flirt enough so that they know you're into them."

Italy nodded in bewilderment. "For instance…" Germany said, turning to look at Italy. "The eyes are very important. If I want to tell you something intense…say…I want to ravish you…I look at you like this…" He stared into Italy's eyes, reaching out and holding him by his waist before drawing him close. "Maybe stroke your face like this to get my point across." He lifted his hand and gently brushed his thumb across Italy's soft cheek.

Italy blushed. "G-Germany." He said, looking away. His whole body started heating up and before he knew it he could hardly stand. Germany trailed his hand down Italy's slender neck. "You have to make the object of your affection feel loved." He explained. "Make them feel how much you want them, how much you need them."

Italy tried nodding but he couldn't, his body was on fire and his mind was completely fuzzy by now. Germany reached down and pressed his lips to Italy's neck. "So hot already?" He whispered. "We're just getting started you know. You asked for this."

Italy moaned. "C-Can we start from the beginning?" He said. "There's only so much I can handle at a time."

Germany pulled back and smiled. "So innocent." He said. "Just letting you have a taste."

Italy's eyes widened. "That was a taste?" He didn't know how he was going to make it through this training regimen.

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"You're nearly ready." Germany said seriously, strolling around the living room with his stick in hand. "You've mastered flirting, you're a decent kisser and you've finally understood talking dirty. There's only one thing left."

"I can handle it!" Italy said. "Anything to swoop Japan off of his feet!"

Germany toyed with his stick. "Well…this part happens after you've swooped him off of his feet." He blushed. "You know…foreplay?"

It was Italy's turn to blush. "F-f…neh?"

"I'm not stupid." Germany defended, crossing his arms. "I know you haven't stopped thinking about screwing Japan all naked and sweaty over the kitchen counter. You're a teenage boy."

Italy flushed to his full capacity, but said nothing. "That being said," Germany continued. "I have to get you prepared for the moment. And that means a few quick lessons in foreplay. Since its both of your first times you don't need to know too much, but you do need to know something."

"You're going to show me?" Italy squeaked. "As in…physically?"

"Trust me I'm not looking foreword to it either." Germany said, looking away. "Not…much anyways. Do you want to learn it or not?" He added.

Italy nodded feverishly.

"We will not ever talk about this again." Germany added sternly. "Ever." He sighed and composed himself. "Ok. I'll be seme this time, which means I'm going to be you. Assuming Japan is uke, you'll be playing him. But when you two are actually…doing it…you'll be seme, so make sure you're watching what I do carefully."

Italy bit his lip. "Ok." He said hoarsely.

Germany walked up to him slowly. "Presence is everything." He said. "You have to show your dominance, that you're going to take him, and make him yours."

Italy nodded. "Hai." He whispered. "Make him mine."

"You're not very big yourself, but at least you're bigger than him." Germany said, hovering over Italy. "I guess you'll start with kissing and stuff, and then you get friskier and start…touching each other." He closed his eyes and shook his head in embarrassment. "I can't believe I'm talking to you like this!"

Italy gripped Germany's arms. "It's ok." He said. "Don't stop."

Germany looked down at him, breathed in deeply. "Ok." He said. "Ok, I can do this."

He reached down and pressed his lips to Italy's, pulling him closer. "You have to make him feel like he's yours." He said, gripping Italy's small waist and pressing their bodies together. Italy moaned before managing a nod. Germany dipped lower and hesitated before kissing Italy's neck. "And of course," He added. "You have to make him feel beautiful."

Italy couldn't manage to say anything else. He shut his eyes and whimpered into Germany's shoulder. "But mostly…" Germany said, reaching underneath Italy's shirt and sliding a strong hand over his stomach, then higher. "You have to make him feel horny." He smirked devilishly here. "Am I doing a good job?"

Italy bit his lip, making the blood rush to them. All the dirty thoughts he'd been trying so desperately to suppress hit him like a sack of pasta flour. Germany pulled back, entirely unflustered. "All you have to do is what I just did to you, to Japan, alright?"

Italy nodded shakily. "Hai." He said.

"Don't worry. I have prepared you well." Germany said. "You're ready. Now come and take a cold shower. You've got a hard-on."

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This time he was ready, he was sure of it. Nothing was going to mess him up now. Italy strode across the quad to where Japan was watching the soccer match. He breathed in deeply. This was it.

"Soccer seems so interesting." Japan said dreamily, watching the boys kick the ball around with an undying interest. "I would love to play sometime, but the fear of being run over is too strong to oppose."

Italy smiled at him. Japan was so adorable! "I could teach you sometime." He said smoothly, touching Japan's arm. "Personally."

Japan looked at him, blushing slightly. "That would be great." He said softly. "You've really been acting different lately, Italia. You're…more mature."

"You bring out the best in me Japan-chan." Italy admitted, grinning happily. "I don't have to prove myself in front of you, so I can be more relaxed."

"Look out!" A soaring soccer ball flew threw the air, knocking Japan on the forehead.

"Hey!" Italy shouted unto the field. "You did that on purpose!"

America and England giggled with each other. "You can't prove that." England said, sticking out his tongue.

"Get back into the game!" Screamed France, blowing his whistle. "I want to see those gorgeous teenage legs dashing around the field, leaving me to fantasize about all the things I want to do between them!"

Italy glared at the brothers. "Leave Japan alone you douches!" He yelled childishly. Japan tugged on his arm. "Its ok, Italy." He blushed. "I'm fine."

America frowned at Italy. "What did you just call us?" He yelled.

"." Italy enunciated carefully. "Both of you!"

America squinted at him. "Hn." He said, turning his back. "Ok."

"I showed him." Said Italy in satisfaction, turning to Japan. "He knows not to mess with- Ah!" Another soaring soccer ball knocked the back of his head, throwing him to the ground.

"Foul!" Said France. "America, get back into the game or you're out."

Italy's lip trembled. "Why does everything I do end up wrong?" He whimpered, covering his face.

"It's ok." Japan said. "They're just being mean."

Italy felt his eyes well with tears. "It's not ok." He said. "I try and try to be suave and cool and sophisticated for you, and it always ends up terribly. I embarrass myself in front of you over and over and you'll never like me now!"

Japan got unto his knees and put his arms around Italy. "But I do like you Japan!" He said enthusiastically. "You're my best friend, and every days an adventure with you!"

Italy shook his head. "I don't…I want you to see me as more than that." He whimpered. "I want to be your seme and I want you to…to want me." He blushed and broke off, wiping his face."

Japan was silent. "You mean…romantically?" He whispered. "Like…like when we kissed?"

Italy nodded without looking at Japan. "Because I really like you Japan. I like you like that. And I didn't know how to tell you because I was sure you would never want to be with an idiot like me. And I don't deserve you. And I could never be…a good boyfriend for you."

Japan looked at Italy shyly from underneath his eyelashes. "You like me like that? As a boyfriend?" He said. "Well…well I do too Italy-chan."

Italy's brow furrowed. "Why would you ever like me like that?" He said. "I'm clumsy and stupid and…"

"Adorable." Japan said. "And you suck at protecting me but you make feel safe anyways. And you can always make me laugh."

Italy looked up. "Hn?"

"Of course, the fact that you can also turn me on to no end is also a plus." Japan whispered into Italy's ear, making him shiver. "And something that only one with great talent could do."

Italy smiled. He knew what this meant. Something that every yaoi fan girl dreamed of. Detailed intense smex time.

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