Chapter 5 ~

Germany had the table set perfictly. He had his hands on his hips, proud of what he had done. Italy then came out from the kitchen with wine bottles. "Doitsu, you should go change before everyone gets here. I don't want Romano to become impationt after dinner." Italy said placing down the bottles on the table where Germany had left room. "Thats a good idea Italy, thank you. " Germany said rubbing the back of his neck. Italy walked around the table so that he was standing next to the conciderably taller nation. "No problem." Italy grinned. " just want everyone to be happy and everything to go well. I'm just so happy that we are spending so much time together today."

'You have no idea.' Gemany thought. He wanted to hug Italy so bad at that very moment. He really was debating it when they herd something at the door. This made Italy jump. 'He is so cute.' Germany thought.

You could hear the men from the other side of the door. "Let me in! It's too hot out here brother!" Romano yelled. "France is looking at me weird!" Then they herd scofling . "No I will not take off my cloths to cool down. You keep your shirt on too! Keep ypur hands off me! Spain help me please! Rape! Rape!" Romano started to pound on the door. "I know your in there!" Italy was now giggling listening to what was going on.

Germany Didn't want a merder secne on his pourch so he gracfully picked up Italy and placed him out of the way then opened the door. "Welcome everyone, sorry for keeping you waiting outside, my hands were full." Germany said eyeing Italy with a smirk, it was funny to listen to Romano.

Romano came in first fanning himself. He looked quiet annoyed and flustered due to his blushing face. Germany didn't know if it had more to do with the heat or France, and he wasn't so sure if he wanted to know. Spain rushed in after him. "Please Lovi don't be angey. We are going to have a good night." He was despratly trying to to cling on to Romano's arm. Finally last one in the door was France who had a bright pink hand print on his cheek and a smug unsatisfied look on his face.

Stepping out from behind Germany Italy looked up at everyone saying, "Hello everyone! Dinner is almost ready. He then tryed to hug his brother but it didn't work out at all. For once Italy was being smart for a moment and decided not to annoy him farther so he moved on to Spain and France who faunded over him. Italy loved atenchon.

Germany became very aware that everyone in the room knew how her felt about Italy. This made him so uncomfertable. Germany became absorbed in his nervous thoughts until France spoke to him. "Good evening Germany. By the way nice apron." Germany looked down remembering what he was wareing. "Umm I am getting changed. Make yourselves at home." He blushed hard and hurried up the stairs.

"There is something wrong with Doitsu today. He is acting really funny." Italy said looking at the stairs with a sad face. "Ahh don't worry little one." France said pulling him into a loving hug. "Hey get off my brother you perv!" Romano said hitting him. "Fine, fine I'm off." France said releacing Italy holding his hands up in a surrendering pose.

"Hello everyone from the awesome me!" Prussia said from the kitchen door way. "Is bruder upstairs?" He asked looking at the set table. "Yes, he is getting ready." Italy smiled. "Well you should get changed too." Prussia said shooing Italy up the stairs. "Dinner will be ready soon." Prussia smiled at Italy. "Ok good idea. Are you sure you are going to be ok in the kitchen by yourself?" Italy asked. "Don't worry I have these guy to help me." Prussia said.

"Romano I need your help." Italy said grabbing onto his brother's arm. "No I am not helping you get dressed! You are grown! You can do it yourself!" Romano yelled pulling away. "But please, your so good at picking out my outfits." Italy pleaded with his brother. "Oh yeah you should go up with him Lovi." Spain perked up. "If you don't you will have to sit in the living room with Fance because I have to help Prussia in the kitchen." Romano didn't have to think long. "Fine I'll go. I'm not going to stay in a room by myself with that." Romano pouted pionting at France. "Awwee you guys, I'm not that bad." France puoted.

The brothers walked up the stairs together. They passed by Germany's room to the room he had made for Ithay since he was there so often, not that he ever slept in his own bed, he used everything else in the room. Germany had set up a dresser and mirror . The room also had a closet filled with cloths as well. Everything in Germany's house matched it was chocolete brown, cream, or blue.

They really loved cloths. They were almot as bad as girls. "I want to ware that new shirt you bought me. I think I have it here." Italy said looking through the closet. "Whitch one?" Romano asked. "You know the sparkley one that has the Italian flag on it." Italy said thowing a very tight pair of black skinny jeans on the bed. "Oh here it is." Italy smiled looking back at Romano.

Italy fell back onto the bed. Romano smiled at this cute site. Romano went to lay next to his brother. He was a completly different person around his brother when they were by themselves. Even different from Spain.

He cuddled down close and wraped his arms around the smaller Italian. "Italy, you will never forget me will you?" Romano asked into his brother's back. "Oh gosh Romano, I could never forget you. What do you mean?" He asked shimmying around to come face to face with him. Romano looked down playing with Italy's buttons. In a small voice he said, "You are always with that stupid Germany. I miss you brother. You are hardly ever home anymore. I know you really like him, but if you were with him you would never ever see me. I don't want that to happen."

"That would never happen! I love you Romano! Ti amo! Ti amo!" Italy said reaching his arms around Romano's neck and nuzzled into his cheek hard. They layed together for a moment just hugging eachother. Romano broke their happy silence first. "Promise?" Italy smiled and looked at Romano then kissed him gentaly. "Italy, your so wonderful." Romano said with a blush. "Don't worry aboyt it Romano, no matter who I like we will always be brothers." Italy said brushing the hair out of his brother's face. "Will you help me get ready now?"

Romano smirked, "Yes you idiot." They got up and Italy changed into his outfit. Romano found a sliver belt loop chain and a long silver cross neckless for Italy to ware. He also found a ring waith a red stone that he took for himself.

Romano stood in the mirror fixing his hair. He looked back at Italy, then thought about why they were all here and cringed. He couldn't imagin anyone, esspecialy that potato bastard having his brother. But at the same time he couldn't help but be happy for him. He watched Italy pranse around the room going on about Germany. For his brother, and only for him, Romano could do this. But the moment that German bastard hurt his brother there would be hell to pay, not just normal hell, Romano hell.

Italy joined his brother at the mirror. "What are you thinking about?" Italy asked. "And don't tell me nothing! I can tell." Italy poked at Romano's ribs. "Ok i was thinking about Germany. I know you like him and I just want you to be happy." Romano blurted out in one breath with clenched fists and eyes shut tight. "You care!" Italy squeeled jumping and grabed his brother. "But I don't know. I don't think Diotsu likes me like that. I try to tell him how I feel but I don't think he understands what I'm saying." Italy had this exspression of hurt on his face that Romano could not bare.

Romano hugged Italy tight. "Oh he is just so dence, don't worry." He wished he could tell him about Prussia's plan. Not that he was told very much, just that Prussia was determined that Germany and Italy were going to to home together. Pluse Spain had made him promise he wouldn't say anything to Italy about it. Romano couldn't brake a promise to his lover. He sighed, "Are you ready? Lets go eat." Italy straighted out his shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. "Do I look ok?"

'He actually looks really hot.' Romano thought looking him up and down. Somehow that Italian could make a sparkle T-shirt and a pair of jeans look good enough to go out clubbing. He was a bit jelouse. He had to try hard to look so good. He was in an itchy red dress shirt and black pants. He liked the idea of matching so downstairs Spain was in the same thing but green. "Yes, don't worry, you always look good." Romano said walking to the door.

Germany was already downstairs. He was waring a tight black T-shirt that showed off every muscle. He had gray faded jeans on with a thick leather belt on. His hair wasn't it's usual slicked back ether. It was neatly messed with gel. He was quite sexy. Italy squrmed a bit looking at Germany. It wasn't everyday he got to see him like that, wait never.

"Now we can start dinner." Germany said smiling at the two coming down the stairs. He and Romano didn't get along very well but Germany always tried for the sake of Italy. He figured it was just a protective brother thing. He undertood because he shared this thought whenever Prussia would bring home some shaddy girl or guy in a drunked escepade. At times like these he was actually thankful when he brought home France. At least he knew the guy.

They all sat down to eat as Prussia and Spain brought out the food. It had been a while since Germany had had so many people in his house. He decided he liked the noice once in a while. He found himself actually having fun.

Everything tasted so good but Germany was so nervus that he could hardly eat. His nerves had gotten the better of him. He was looking down at his plate picking at all the food. "Doitsu, are you ok? Your not eatting very much." Italy asked looking up at him. This made Germany blush at the monent. 'Italy cares about me...' A sall smile crossed his face. He then felt a smaller, cool hand on his face. "Doitsu your all red, do you have fever?" Italy asked with concern. Germany blushed harder at Italy's touch. It felt really good. "Don't worry about him Italy. He just wants to get to the club. A man needs a few beers. Bruder, your alright, right?" Prussia said eyeing his brother from across the table with a devilish grin. "Yes I'm fine." He said with a smile as he pulled away from Italy's hand.

"Well I'm full." That was a very good dinner my dear Italy." France said looking at the Italian sitting next to him. He grabbed at his waist and pulled him for a hug a nuzzle. "Ahh your picky!" Italy giggled. "It wasn't just me, Prussia, Germany, and Spain helped too." Italy was so modest. They all knew that he had done most of the work. Italy lived for the kitchen. "You must dance with me tonight. Promise?" France asked still holding on to him. "Deal." Italy said with a smile. "Oh Romano we must have a dance. It will be so much fun. We haven't in so long."

"No, I don't like dancing." Romano lied. He liked to dance, he was very good at it, but thought it was femanent so he rarly did and didn't want everyone else to see him dance, that was for sure. "Oh really Lovi?" Spain asked beeming his huge smile. "Will you dance with me?" He asked. "No I said that I don't dance."

Spain always got what he wanted in the end. He was just like that. Spain wraped his arms around his lover's waiste and whispered into Romano's ear. "I will let you top me tonight my dear." He smiled and nipped at his ear. Romano was very red now and looked at his lover in disbelife. It wasn't very often that this was offered to him. Romono would be stupid not to take it. Relucktantly he said yes witch made Spain smile even wider.

Italy turned to Germany. "Doitsu will you dance with me?" He didn't say anything for a minute. He really didn't know how to dance. He always looked quite stupid trying to in his kitchen at home. But he didn't want to disapiont Italy. Besides he saw how Italy danced. He wanted that tiny body grinding on him all night long. "Umm well Italy, I can't really dance but," Germany was cut off mid sentence. "Oh thats ok. I will teach you. It's really easy Doitsu." Italy smiled.

Prussia came out from the kitchen. "Alright, alright, alright. Lets likr get this awesome show on the road." France picked up the phone. "I will call the cabs then." Romano and Spain looked in the mirror one last time while Italy and Prussia were closing up the house. "This is it. This is going to really happen now. There is no going back is there?' Germany thought to himself looking around. His eyes set on the smiling Italy and he calmed. Yes this is what he wanted.

Sorry it has been so long. My family and I have been going through a lot of stuff with my grandfather and I have just left a really dark place in my life. But i am so ready to start writing again. Thank you everyone for understanding.