…..I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean for this to be so late. I really don't have an excuse…. BUT I'M GONNA TRY!

So I had another story that I was writing at the time, but then the plot bunnies attacked and then I wrote this. Then I got hit with a massive case of procrastination along with too much schoolwork. THEN, I got a job and had that to worry about….

So, to make a long story short, updates on all my current stories will not be very steady. So, I can't say when the next chapter will be done. But until then, here's a new one for you all to enjoy!

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Italy had changed; changed out of his military uniform and into something straight out of his deepest and… wettest dreams. It was a Beer Girl's outfit, but far more provocative than the ones he'd seen. The white blouse clung to the top of Italy's chest while the brown corset nipped at his waist. Germany's eyes were drawn to the pink ribbons on the corset, which had been drawn to maximum, making the Italian's waist look impossibly tiny, tiny enough for his hands to span. His eyes were then drawn downward to the tiny green skirt, which brushed against toned, tanned thighs. A pink…thing caused the skirt to puff out more than normal. This meant more of Italy's legs were on display and he saw a lack of proper underwear. Mein Gott, please tell me he's wearing underwear. Completing the outfit were knee-high socks with matching bows, black Mary Janes and an opened beer.

Mein Gott, am I dreaming? I must be. He thought. Further proving this was the opened beer in Italy's hand and the sweet, coy look on his face. He was drawn out of his thoughts by Italy handing him the beer. "Here you go, Germany!" Italy chirped.

Say something, QUICK! "Italy?!" …Anything but THAT, Dummkopf!

"Si" Italy said simply, handing Germany the beer. He took it and downed a huge gulp of it. Sweet spices and the almost feeling of eating bread quickly took his mind away from Italy's current state of dress. Smiling softly, he leaned back into the chair and took another drink, praying it might keep his mind that way…..

It didn't work.

Now, Italy had moved so he was standing right next to him, sorority squatting* and staring at him intently; the midday heat causing sweat to build on his lithe figure. The way he was bent over caused the top to bunch up, revealing a tinny patch of pink, moist skin. Not only that, but – and Germany would absolutely deny that he was staring at it – Italy's skirt had ridden up in the back, exposing his milk-white thighs and the barest curve of a sweet, heart-shaped rump. As if it couldn't get any worse, he didn't see any kind of underwear…

Germany returned to his beer. He doubted that if Italy stayed like that much longer, he'd be able to resist him.

(He didn't.) ;)

Suddenly, he felt a small tap on his shoulder. Sitting upright and turning to the tap, he heard Italy ask, "Are you enjoying your beer Germany?"His face was sweet and earnest, yet he felt that Italy wasn't asking that lightly.

"Uh…..ja. It is." That was all he could say. This whole situation was confusing on multiple levels: Italy's sexy outfit, odd actions (even for him) and the fact that …..Italy was now sitting on his lap.

Italy was SITTING ON HIS LAP.

Now Italy was pressed right up against him; now that pale skin could be examined up close, now those lips were pressed so close to his neck, now he could watch up close the sweat trailing from his forehead to the …tempting curve of his jaw. It was Italy overload.

"You know what you also might enjoy?" Italy asked. Um…What?

"What?" he asked, trying REALLY hard to keep his voice steady.

"Me." And then Germany felt soft, smooth lips pressing warm kisses on his neck. His only thought was Mein Gott, before guiding Italy's mouth upwards and claiming that little rosebud of a mouth for himself.

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*For those who don't know - slightly bend their knees and lean on their calves with their arms. Via Urban Dictionary

Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, Time to bump up the rating and get to the smut!

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Ta, lovs!