Italy stretched his arms out wide, he was glad to finally be out of that car. Having to sit forever inside a plane, and then ride in a car just to get to Canada's was hard.
"Veeeh~ Wow~ Canada's place is so different from my house!" Italy shouted, easily impressed as always.
"Kesesese~ of course it is, we're not in Europe anymore Italy. Oi! Canada! The Awesome me has arrived with the Axis Powers- OW! West! Why'd you smack the back of my head!"
"I would appreciate it if you didn't call us that. Its no longer World War II, and that term is now offensive."
Prussia stared at his younger brother. "But West-!"
"Prussia-kun, Germany-san is right. Please refrain from calling us that. It will give people the wrong idea in this current day and age."
Prussia frowned. "But, its like one of the awesomest team names ever!"
"Veh! I know, you can call us Fire Death Team! It was Germany's original team name for us!" Feliciano smiled. He thought that Ludwig's idea for the name was funny, but he supposed it was appropriate, in some strange way.
Prussia burst out laughing. "Really West? Fire Death Team? Your such a dork!"
Germany sucked in his cheeks. "Bruder, don't make fun of me."
"Prussia, Germany, Italy, Japan, you're here."
A man in a red sweatshirt with a maple leaf on it was running over to them. He was holding a small white bear.
Prussia turned around and waved "Ah! Canada there you are!"
"Who are you?"
"Mr. Kumakichi, I'm Canada!"
"Who?"
Canada sighed. "Just ignore him... Welcome to my cabin site guys, I hope you'll enjoy your stay."
"Veh~ so your Canada! I thought you were Mr. America at first, but you whisper too much. Mr. America is really loud."
"Ah... Y-yeah.. I do look a lot like my brother... Maple..." he mumbled
"Mr. Canada, will you give us a tour of your camping site?"
"S-sure Germany. Please, if you'll all follow me"
They walked over to a building and stopped. "This is the main cabin, Its got the small kitchen/dining room thing and one bedroom." He pointed over to a another smaller cabin, It couldn't of been much bigger than 4 school buses, parked 2x2 "That's the cabin you guys will sleep in, but its only got three beds... sorry."
"Veh~ It's Fine~ I can sleep with Germany, Japan or Prussia!"
Matthew nodded and continued, pointing over to and even smaller building. "That's the Sauna, you can use it to wash up- don't touch the rocks though, they're hot so be careful. Prussia can teach you the rest about the sauna, he's been here before." Canada turned around and pointed to and even smaller building in the distance. "Over there's the outhouse..." Finally he pointed over to the water in the distance. "And Lake Superior is over there. You can go swimming whenever, just be careful not to drown okay?"
"Ah- W-wait a moment Canada-san. The Sauna- does that mean there's no bath?"
"Y-yeah, sorry... There's no running water. Just sit, and get all sweaty, its good for the pours, then use the water in there to wash off..."
Kiku's look of horror made Gilbert laugh. "So your naked with a bunch of other people, so what? You're always naked with other people in those hot spring bath things!"
"Prussia-kun your missing the point! In a sauna, people can see your- at least in a hot spring you can't see the other peoples-" He's face was slowly turning a rather dark shade of red "Germany-san, please explain the problem to him!"
"J-Japan I'm sorry but I don't really see the problem- I mean- Prussia's right, and we're all among friends here so-"
"Germany-san! I cannot believe that you're okay with this! You and your western ways are so confusing! How can you be so alright with seeing other peoples-! Even if we are among friends!"
Italy started giggling. "I know what the problem is~ Japan is embarrassed because he shrank his thing.~"
That did it. Japan's face turned an even darker shade of red and he hurried off to the cabin that they were supposed to share.
"KESESESE~ So that's his problem!" Prussia smirked, then called out "Oi~ Japan! You don't have to be embarrassed just because you don't have five meters like I do!"
"B-Bruder your not helping!"
"M-Maple, is he gonna be alright?"
"J-Ja... Just give him a while" Ludwig turned and scowled at his brother. "Bruder, I swear to Gott if Japan goes back into his room and doesn't come back out for another seven hundred years I'm going to-" He balled his hand into a fist " …. Just leave him alone alright? That means NO Five meter jokes."
"Ja! I get it! I get it! The Asian is picky about the size of his dick! Sorry."
Matthew tried to stifle a snicker and horribly failed. Good thing he's rather invisible. It seemed that somewhere throughout all of Gilbert's many years on this earth. The word 'vulgar' had at some point left his vocabulary all together.
Germany sighed. "When you say it like that... Prussia. I'm serious."
Prussia scratched his head. "Alright I get it, I'll give him the most Awesome apology ever."
"Good."
Gilbert then ran off toward the cabin after Kiku.
Sighing, Germany started to rummage around in his bag, seeming to be satisfied with what he found, he removed his hand from the bag and pulled... Herr stick out of it. "Well. I think I'm going to show Herr stick around. Canada, Italy. See you at dinner ja?" Ludwig promptly walked away after that statement.
"Is... did he just?"
"Si... He-He's talking to a stick..." Italy's face darkened. That stick wasn't gonna leave this campground. That he was sure of.
"O-Oh... Is he...?
"Si he's fine... just slow at reading emotions is all."
"Huh...?"
"Nothing. Hey, Canada, What time is it?"
"ADVENTURE TIME! I mean- about an hour until dinner, why?"
"That means I have to hurry..." The serious look that was sprawled over Italy's face disappeared and he turned to look at Canada. "Veh. Can we have pasta for dinner today? I really like pasta... And if you don't know how to make it I can teach you."
"N-no its fine... I can make it myself..." Matthew shyly smiled. "Maple... You know I'm glad that I let Prussia bring you guys, for once I don't feel invisi- …. And I'm talking to myself." Feliciano had run off after Ludwig.
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"-And over here is the cabin we get to stay in..." Germany was talking to the damn thing, like it was a person or something.
Italy had been stalking around and hiding behind trees in order to stay out of sight. Apparently, Italians make good spies when they have an actual goal to focus on. "I know that your just a stick, and I'm just a nation but..." This was getting weird, too weird for Feliciano's taste. He jumped out from behind his tree and snuck up behind Germany.
"-maybe we could- I-Italy w-where- how long have you-"
"Veh?" He tilted his head innocently. "I just got here." He lied. "I was just wondering how the tour was going..."
"Ah... I-Its going well. …" He paused and his face lit up as if he just remembered something. "I just realized I forgot something in the car. I'll go get it." He turned around and started walking away
"A-Ah W-wait Germany- you go, I can hold Herr stick for you... And show him around..."
"Y-You'd do that?" He handed the stick over and continued walking toward the car.
Waiting until Ludwig was out of sight, he brought the damnable thing close to his face and stared at it. "What does he see in you?" turning the stick over in his hands, he saw that Germany's human name, Ludwig Beilshmidt. Was engraved into the side. Angered, He snapped the thing in half. A chunk that broke off scratched Feliciano's face, enough to make it bleed. Then he chucked it into the woods. Then, using one of his natural defenses to his own advantage, his Chocolate orbs began to tear up and overflow. He held his face in his hands and began bawling. "G-G-Germany!"
Hearing the cries he dropped his stuff and ran back to the very sad brunette. "I-Italy! Whats wrong! What happened! Why are you hurt?"
Italy wrapped his arms around the taller mans waist and began blubbering into he chest.
"I-I I t-tried t-to stop h-him b-b-but h-he wouldn't l-listen!"
"What happened!"
"H-H-Herr stick Germany! H-he's gone! He hurt m-m-me and ran off i-into the woods a-and G-Germany... I.. I'm so s-sorry... I... I c-couldn't stop him..."
Germany froze, his face darkened. "...I... I see..."
Italy couldn't help but smirk into Germany's shirt. So far so good. He looked up into Germany's face. "I...I'm so sorry Germany..."
"Nien... its okay... you tried your hardest... Herr stick was a traitor anyways... he hurt you... Are you okay?"
"S-Si..."
"Good..."
Feliciano buried his face in Ludwig's shirt again. He smelled of beer, and a mixture of his own natural scent. It was comforting. "It's... Okay Italy... It... Its not your fault." Slowly and awkwardly, Germany wrapped his arms around the Italian and rubbed his back.
"Kesesese~ Get a room!"
Ludwig turned bright red in color and he quickly pushed Feliciano away. "B-Bruder!"
'God dammit Prussia!'
"Heh, calm down west, I just came by to tell you that dinner is soon. Italy, we're having Spaghetti~ Oh, and west, try to keep it in your pants from now on, would ya? Kesesese!" He walked away laughing his ass off.
"DON'T SAY THINGS THAT MAKE PEOPLE SOUND LIKE A PERVERT!" Germany's face was now a vibrant ruby color. One could only imagine the images that were probably floating throughout his brain.
"Veh? Germany, I don't understand... What did he mean by, 'keep it in your pants?' Is that code for something?" Italy honestly had no idea about what that meant. Despite his age, and understanding of many things, (mostly pertaining to art and cooking.) He had little to no understanding of those little innuendos towards intercourse. Poor Italy was in this way, still an innocent little boy. Oh, he knew what sex was, for big brother France had explained it in great detail to him. He was just oblivious to all those little jokes about it.
"Y-you mean y-you don't k-know?" If it was possible to die of embarrassment, Germany would be close to kicking the bucket.
Italy shook his head.
"I- I'll explain it when you're older Italy..."
"But Germany... I'm older than you are..."
They stared at each other for a moment until Germany broke the gaze and turned his head.
"Y-you should probably go get washed up for dinner."
"Si~" Italy ran off in the direction of the house, screaming, "PAAASTAAAAA~!"
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Italy wrapped his arms around Canada. "Veh~ that was really good.~"
"M-Maple- I'm glad you like my food Italy..."
"It was most delectable Canada-san"
"Ja, it was awesome- say, tomorrow can we have Wurst?"
A blush appeared on Canada's face. "I-If you want, I was just gonna make some French food, like papa taught me. But I can make wurst instead."
"Awesome! Oi West! Whadda you want for dinner tomorrow?"
Germany, who had finished his dinner a while back was hunched over the kitchen counter, intently scrubbing it.
"Please Mr. Germany, there's no need to do that. I can clean them myself."
Germany looked over from his cleaning job. "Well... Okay. I'm heading over to the sauna then."
"Veh~ Can I join you Germany?"
His face turned red. "J-J-Ja- I-If you want t-to..."
"Yaaaay~ I'll meet you in there then, I gotta take care of my dishes still~"
"J-Ja..." Germany got up and left the cabin.
Italy smiled. "Nee nee, Japan, you wanna come?"
"N-No I... I'll take to the sauna in the morning... when everyone's still asleep. I appreciate the offer though, Italy-kun."
"Okay. How about you then Prussia?"
"Nah, I think I hang out in here with Japan and Canada. I've been in that sauna tons of times. Oh, and Italy, if you want to make in hotter in there, pour some water on the hot rocks. It'll steam right up." Prussia smirked. "Have fun with my kleiner bruder Italy~."
"Veh~ Grazie Prussia."
Italy placed his dish in the sink and went outside.
Looking up at the stars he thought of all those day's during the war where he camped out in Africa with Ludwig. The sky was the same. The conditions however, were quite different. He was glad Germany was always there to protect him. He was especially glad that the damn stick was gone. He could always make Ludwig feel better later. 'I'm Here~' He would say. 'I'll never leave your side. You don't need that sick, you're to good for it anyways.' Then the blonde would slightly smile and ruffle the brunettes hair, or make wurst, or something.
After opening the door to the sauna he stripped down and placed his clothes by Ludwig's. He then reached for the next door to actually enter the sauna room itself, when he heard Germany's voice.
Who was he talking to? Leaning closer to the door he listened again.
"-just my friend! I c-could never- No. I don't feel anything towards - I-I'm not l-lying!- You shut-up!" '
who was he talking about?'
"I can't say that! Not after what happened! The feelings aren't equal... I... I Feel that way... but... ... Herr stick I CAN'T!"
Italy's eyes widened. 'HERR STICK!' Feliciano shook his head vigorously. No way Ludwig was in there with that fucking stick! He shoved the door open and stumbled in, falling onto Germany's lap.
"I-Italy! W-what are you-!"
Ignoring the German's words he snatched Herr stick out of the rough hands and tossed it outside. He quickly babbled out an excuse "H-He could start a fire if he t-touched the h-hot rock's!"
Germany was speechless. Red was engulfing his face. Not from Anger, but from embarrassment. Not only was a very naked Italy sprawled over his very naked lap, Italy's face was also rather close to his... He squinted his eyes shut and stood up, causing Feliciano to fall to the floor with a thud.
"I-Italy you- I mean- your- I'm-" Germany was trying to say something along the lines of 'how could you just throw Herr stick outside like that?' or, 'Don't lay on my lap when your naked!' or, 'be more careful!' or, 'are you okay?' or, 'how much did you hear?' or the most likely answer: 'AKSJDHFS!' But he couldn't form the right words. Instead, he left the room, wrapped a towel around himself. And quickly headed towards the Cabin.
"Germany..."
He slowly stood back up. What could he do? It was obvious that separating that stick from his German friend was going to be harder than expected.
Not bothering to re-clothe himself, Feliciano walked out side, following Ludwig's path to the cabin. He noticed Herr stick lying on the ground and stepped on it, snapping it into several pieces.
He slowly opened the cabin door. "Germany...?" He saw the blanket rustle. "A-Are you Okay?" He inched his way over to the bunk-bed. Germany was on the bottom, Prussia or Japan would get the top, then in the other room someone would sleep on the couch.
"Germany?"
"...Ja?"
Feliciano breathed a sigh of relief. "are you Okay?"
"J-Ja... y-you wouldn't understand what was wro-wrong anyway..."
"...Oh" He paused. He wasn't sure if the man was mad or not. He decided to test it. "...Germany... I'm cold... c-can I sleep with you?"
"..."
"Please?"
"...J-Ja."
He crawled into bed with the surly German. Pulling the blanket over himself and his friend, Italy scooted real close to him. The German's warmth was slowly infecting him. Draping his arm over the body next to him, he smiled and hugged him tight. He mumbled something illegible into Germany's chest, and quickly fell asleep.
-Authors Note-
HAHAHA! NO SMEX YOUR YOU! Not yet anyway. XD I'm such a cock block~ Don't worry, I'm not gonna jip you on the Yaoi, it'll happen. So be patient. That stick just has to get out of the way first. Besides, there's gonna be AT LEAST three "sexy time" in this fic, and then a shitload lot of, "DAMNIT-KISS-ALREADY-I-KNOW-YOU-WANT-TO-SO-BADLY-SO-JUST-DO-IT-ALREADY." Moments.
Anyway this chapter is really long, to make up for the last chapter, which, in my opinion sucks ass. So yeah, there finally there, and Italy is a manipulative little bastard ain't he? Will Japan stop worrying about his size and just have fun? Will Germany stop shoving all his love onto that stick? How on earth did that last question sound less dirty in my head? Why am I asking you all this? Tune in next time to find out! *SHOT IN THE FACE*
-Sakue Sayuri