Night was falling as Germany and Italy ran to their bedroom. Germany was first to get there, belly flopping onto the king sized bed.

"Hahaha! I win! I'm on top!" Germany bragged. He flipped onto his back just in time to see Italy preparing to jump on top of him.

"Oh shi…" Germany couldn't say anything else. Italy's stomach was over his face.

"Well, that was fun."

"mmmpfff!!!??" Germany grumbled.

"Oh yeah. Oops." Italy rolled over and accidentally off the bed. Germany gasped.

"That hurt…hey, have you gotten heavier?" Germany asked.

"What was that?" Italy glared at the man on the bed.

"yipe…N-nothing Italy dear…"

"Yeah, that's what I thought, Germany." Italy picked up the bottle of blue goo. "Are you sure this is lube?" Italy opened the bottle and sniffed it.

"It should be" Germany leaned over and smelled the bottle. "Oh, wait. I was wrong. It's my shampoo…" Germany blushed and tried to laugh it off.

"Shampoo? Fine then. Have it back!" Suddenly Italy opened the bottle and poured the whole thing on Germany's head.

"Gyah!! My eyes!!" Germany ran to the bathroom and rinsed out the shampoo. "…What in hell was that for?"

"Oopsie, was that me?"

"Grr…" Just then, Germany jumped back in bed, picked up one of the giant fluffy pillows and threw it square in Italy's face.

"Gwah?!" Italy fell backwards off the bed. Germany waited a minute. Italy stayed down.

"…Italy?" Germany peered over the side of the bed, just in time to have Italy uppercut him it the chin.

"Uh huh, Uh huh, you like it? Eat that Bee-atch!!" Italy put up his fists.

"Ok then, What in hell was THAT for?!" Germany's nose was bleeding. He raised one eyebrow.

"I dunno. Boredom?"

"What?! That's a horrible reason to punch someone! Look at my face!"

Italy shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "It's an improvement!" He laughed at his own corny joke.

"Why you little…gimme one good reason I shouldn't smother you with a pillow."

"Jail time."

"Ok, you know what, smart ass? No sex for you! Now go to sleep!!"

"Aww…I wanted some fun…the lube excited me…just look." Italy pulled his pants down. Germany stared at the smaller man's obvious erection and blushed crimson red as he realized he was also hard.

"I-it doesn't matter. Now go to sleep." Italy sighed.

"You go to sleep first."

"Fine" Germany closed his eyes and drifted off to…wherever it is little Germanies go, instantly. The last thing he saw was Italy walking to the bathroom to finish himself off before bedtime.