Author's Note: The observation diary Germany kept on Italy inspired this one. Hetalia is so full of slash; I don't even have to pretend. That fact alone brings me endless joy. This obviously shows where I stand with the whole HRE (Holy Roman Empire) controversy. Haven't updated in a while due to school. I apologize, and thank you for all the reviews/favorites/alerts!

The edges of his vision were hazy, and he distinctly remembered being at least five feet taller, but now he was so close to the ground with his small body, he found it impossible to believe this was really happening. "H-hey!" He hesitantly called out to the field of delicate flowers around him, hoping something would explain what was happening. There was a faint giggle as someone came up from behind him and took his hand.

"Are we playing in the fields today?" came the question of a high-pitched child's voice.

Instantly, his tiny legs became lead and anchored him in the half-as-tall-as-him field of flowers. The cute child beside him cocked their head, a large curl from under their large hat bouncing in unison."Are you okay? Holy..."

The voice grew distant and his vision started to glide back. His surroundings melted into black and suddenly there was a head gently pressing into his forearm on his real, grown-up body.

"Eh?" Germany blinked his eyes open. The first ghosting lights of dawn seeped in through his lightly curtained windows and alerted him to what just happened. Of course it was all a dream, and it was a reoccurring one, but he always ignored it. At the moment, he wanted to know just what was snuggling against his forearm and he groaned silently to himself as he down to see the top of Italy's head.

"Ahh..." Italy sighed contently as he snaked his arms around Germany's.

"What are you doing here?" Germany's question slopped together, his voice drowsy. Italy either heard him and decided to ignore it or didn't hear him at all.

He bunkered down onto Germany's arm and merely smiled as his nose gently touched Germany's skin.

"You have your own house and your own bed, go sleep there..." The cursed blush that always colored Germany's cheeks was present for the early morning show Italy always gave.

The brunette yawned cutely, now gazing up at Germany with fluttering eyes just bought out of a sleepy haze. "You have another pillow on your bed. It's for me, right? Ger~many~?" His sweet morning voice drone of the others name kept the reddish hue captive on Germany's cheeks, his own rosy blush waking up. "Besides," his mouth grew into a lazy grin, "you don't want to be lonely when you wake up, ne?"

Germany titled his head the other way, feeling Italy's inquisitive look settled on the blush on the bridge of his nose.

"And you always sleep on one side of the bed," Italy lifted up his body and brought the sheets with him as he gently settled on Germany's torso, staring into his companion's blue eyes. "That means I get to sleep on the other side!" With a genuine smile Italy had proclaimed this. Germany did nothing to refute the fact.

It wasn't completely wrong.

The blonde smiled to himself with his eyebrows sternly furrowed, to Italy he looked just as he did everyday. And Italy thought Germany looked handsome everyday with his austere yet gentle look of elegance whenever his hair was slicked back, but it was mornings that Italy would thoroughly enjoy the grittiness Germany's bed hair gave him. He enjoyed seeing Germany, any time, anywhere, doing any thing.

"Ne, ne, Germany~! You can see the sun from here!" Italy naturally relaxed as he observed the increasing light. He used Germany's gently inhaling and exhaling chest as a pillow; the best kind there was. He smiled as Germany's somewhat quickly beating heart counted out the dawn light's time of rising. Sunlight caught in his merry brown eyes and they gleamed with a sincerity.

It was a love felt throughout his heart, even if his mind could not comprehend it -- that hopeless Italy.