Chapter 3 ~

Prussia pulled into the driveway. Germany got out of the car first and walked around the car to wake up Italy. He gentlely opened the side door and stared at the little nation for a moment. 'His skin looks so soft. I wish I could just touch it.' He thought. Germany took a deep breth in. Italy's smell filled him completly. It was a sweet musky smell that he was fighting to resest taking the nation to his bed. Germany blushed a bit due to his thoughts.

He leaned into the car, closer to the nation to pick him trying to be carful not to wake him. Their faces were at level for a moment. Germany turned to admire Italy for one more moment. He then noticed just how close they were. Just a fiwe more centemeters and their lips would meet. This made Germany blush a deep shade of red. He was actually more tempted then ever to take the little nation right then and there in Prussia's car.

But then the moment was gone. Prissia had passed Germany carring a bunch of bags and stopped to look at the two. "Stop day dreaming lover boy and help me with these bags!" Prussia said booting Germany's behind causing the quite large nation to very lightly brush his lips against Italy's and fall into his lap.

Italy then woke up looking down at Germany who was face down in his lap. This made him blush. Italy then wailed, "Doitsu! Doitsu what are you doing?" This was kind of embaressing to Italy because he liked having Germany so close.

Germany intantly got up not wanting to upset Italy. He hit his head off the roof of the car rather hard causing him to yelp in pain. He then backed out of the car. His face the redest it had ever been. He was holding the back of his head in pain and his mouth, not beliving their lips had just touched. He was trying very hard to talk but was so flustered that he just kept opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Italy looked up at Germany confused. He yewnd, "Doitsu what were you doing?"

By this time Prussia was laughing uncontrollably. This was the funniest thing he had seen in a long while. This was almost so funny that he couldn't hold the bags. He never would have thought that one small kick would cause so much trouble. But then Germany turned his head away from Italy to his brother. Germany's eyes were wide with pain and embarassment. They spoke to him saying, 'help me bruder, please.' No matter how almighty and awsome the great Prussia was, he was, and always would be a sucker for his baby brother.

"Uhh, Italy come show how to make pasta and I will show you how to make frikadellen." Prussia quickly said jurking his head twords the house. Italy suddenly forgot about everything that had just happened due to the magic word, pasta. "Yey! ok Prussia, you know I really like frikadellen. Germany makes it for me all the time but he never showed me how to." Italy said smiling jumping out of the car. Then he started going on and on again. "So what kind of pasta do you want to make? Romano is coming he really likes..."

"Yes, yes. Italy grab some bags. We need to start soon." Prussia said laughing. He then looked at the flustered Germany. "Bruder maybe you should go and check on your head upstairs."

"Yes bruder, g-good idea. I will come down and help you in a minite." Germany said unlocking the door. He then ran up the stairs to his room and locked the door. 'Today is just too much!' Germany thought. ' But bruder promised that everything was going to be ok. I really was Italy so bad.'Germany laid back on his bed for a moment. "His lips were so soft." He quietly said out loud bringing his fingers to touch his lips.

"Ahhhh! What Spain? Why do we have to first, go to that potato bastrd's house to eat his nasty potato food, and second, go out to help him defile my stupid little brother? I don't want to! I will not! I refuse!" Romano screamed throwing his hands in the air walking over to the couch ploping down on it, his back facing Spain swearing in italian.

Spain smiled and shook his head. He slowly walked over to the couch to sit behind his little Lovino. "Lovi, thats not fair of you. Think about it this way. What if someone didn't like us being together and told you that you couldn't be with me?" Spain said whispering into Romano's ear. His eyes widened at this thought. a tiny bit of fear came over him. Romano then truned around to face Spain. He reached his hands out and grabed on to his lover pulling him into a tight hug, burying his face into the larger nation's chest. "NO!" he shouted. "No one can take you away from me."

Spain was a bit surprised but happy at his Lovi's actions. He loved these moments they would share in private. You see no matter how loud, mean, rude, and physical Romano seemed to be, he was actually a wonderful lover behind closed doors. This wasn't very often, so Spain made the most of it and pulled Romano even closer, returnig the hug. "Romano, no one will ever take me away from you. I promise. I will love you foever." He whispered into his ear gentlely.

Romano then looked up at his partner very blushed. "Tonio, ti amo?" Spain then beemed his bright smile chuckling a bit, his eyes as green as ever. Oh how he loved his little Lovi. He was unbaraly cute no matter what. Spain then gentlely grabed the littler nation's chin lifting his head just a bit more. "Ti amo my darling." He said connecting their lips for a sweet kiss.

They pulled away for air and the moment was gone. "I am not going." The blushing Romano said crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh but you have to!" Spain squeeled bear hugging Romano making him fall back on the couch. "Get off! Gett off!" Spain started playfuly kissing his neck and tickling Romano's sides. Spain was laughing having a good time tickling the little nation. Trying to evade the swings and kicks. "What will happen to your dear brother? He will be sad you aren't there to eat his food. You know he's cooking tonight just for you?" Spain said.

"Really?" Romano said as he stopped for a moment thinking. 'He has such a cute thinking face.' Spain thought waiting for Romano to speak. Romano did like his brother's cooking. And he secretly did like going out to club with Spain because he liked to dance. But no one would ever find that out, ever. "AHHGG! Fine let me go get ready then we will go to the stupid head's house. And get on a nicer outfit too! If / your/ going to the club with /me/ you have to look good." Romano said smirking walking twords the stairs to their room.

Ok so how do you like it so far? Sorry it took so long but I'm getting ready for school. Ti amo means I love you in italian. Frikadellen are a favorite meat dish throughout Germany. They are round, somewhat flattened meat dumplings, made from ground beef, ground pork, or a combination of the two. Unlike other dumplings, Frikadellen are pan fried or deep fried. I really love them. They taste soo good :)