In The Meantime - Germany and Italy!

Info: The 2015 G8 meeting will be held in the Schloss Elmau hotel in Krün, Germany, so the nations are there

Wow, it took me a while to update...Sorry! But for all the GerIta fans out there, this one is for you!

Enjoy~

"Italy-san, that is not how you play the game…"

"Ve~ but this is a lot cooler, don't ya think?" Italy says as he gently places a marble on top of the stack of teetering marbles. In a pattern of green, white, and red, the marbles shine from the ceiling's gleam, making the glass slightly sparkle.

Japan stares at the abandoned Mancala case and sighs; he really did want to play a serious game, but Italy had more…simplistic ideas - as in building a marble tower, which was becoming rather tall. Slowly leaning closer to avoid moving the table, Japan eyes the tower from the base structure and up, noting how it had a wide foundation to maintain stabilization. So Italy actually put thought into this?

Sitting not too far from the two on the floor, Germany rests on his bed while reading a small novel. Despite his want for peace and quiet after the meeting, he had somehow 'invited' Japan and Italy into his room to 'hang out' for a bit; which actually happened through Italy being allowed inside and then said nation dragging Japan in with him. Germany didn't have too many complaints though, they were his only true friends and he'd just have to kick Italy out once Japan left.

That could work, he thinks, only if Italy actually listens for once. He lays the book on his face and sighs into it. Mein Gott…what have I just done?

"Germany! Germany!" Italy's voice cuts through his train of thought and he looks over the side of the bed to see a fork with spaghetti swirling on it…made out of marbles. "It's magnifico! I even let Japan put on the last marble!"

"I was convinced that it would fall, but I was wrong," Japan says with a nod.

Germany just stares at the creation, thinking, so Italy can build spaghetti statues and mass produce white flags, but he can't throw a grenade – as in the actual grenade. He shouldn't be too shocked, because it is Italy, but the memory made the nation cringe.

Japan suddenly pushes himself off the ground and stands a few feet from the coffee table. Turning to Germany, he bows his head politely then holds out his palm. "I'm afraid that I will have to take my leave now, friend," he smiles, "thank you for having me."

Germany returns the gesture. "It is just a hotel room, Japan, but you are welcome. We will meet in the morning for breakfast, ja?" Japans answers him with a "Hai" and then goes to say goodbye to Italy but is met with the impact of a train slamming into his stomach a.k.a Italy's hug.

"Ciao, Japan!" He squeezes Japan's shoulder, "See you in the morning!" Having to wiggle out of Italy's tight grasp, Japan wipes off his yukata before leaving the room.

Italy turns on his heel almost immediately. "So, Germany-"

"Nein, don't talk, I am trying to read," Germany interrupts. Just to prove his point, the nation lies back on the bed and rolls to his side with the novel in hand, grunting slightly as he shifted to get comfortable.

The marble tower is now swaying from side to side and Italy has to urge to kick it down but resists; although he did have a better idea…

Germany turns a page in his novel, basking in the silence – much too still for an ecstatic Italian to be in the room. "Italy?" he calls. No answer. Putting the book to the side, Germany rolls to face the rest of the room and sees no sign of him. "Hey, Italy, where did you go-"

"BOO!" He shouts, jumping from out of practically nowhere and into the German's arms, somehow having lost all of his clothes except for his briefs (surprisingly.) Germany gasps from the impact and his face flares a bright red, naturally wrapping his arms around Italy's waist from keeping him – and himself – from rolling off the bed. "Did I scare you~?" Italy asks.

"No."

"But you looked terrified!"

Realizing their position, Germany tries to scoot from under the Italian but to no avail. "I was not and could you move off of me? I actually was reading until you showed up from nowhere. And where were you hiding anyway?"

Italy wraps his arms around Germany's chest stubbornly and presses his face against his collar. "Under the bed," he mumbles.

Germany grabs Italy by his shoulders and says into the air, "You are making me rather uncomfortable. Please move." Italy just shakes his head in response. Sighing, Germany moves his hands under Italy's chest and pushes him up, grumbling, "You asked for this."

"Nnnngh, Germany I don't want to! You're like a field of masculine flowers and I just want to lay on your chest! How bad is that?"

"It's very bad!"

Italy struggles to remain attached to him and Germany has to push a little harder just to lift the wiggling nation off. Something was off, though. "Your leg is still on me…" he says, poking the limb.

Italy sends Germany a pleading stare with large, pouting eyes. "Can't I just leave it? Ve, it won't hurt you, I'll even make sure not to kick you!" They stare (more so glaring on Germany's side) at each other for what feels like an eternity, but eventually Germany concedes.

"Fine! Just don't try anything, got it?"

"Si! But if we're going to sleep, shouldn't you at least take your pants off?"

"…"

"I could do it for you!"

Germany slams the book on Italy's face. "No thank you."