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Riiiing! Riiiing! Riiiing!

You groan, hearing your cell phone blasting next to you on your nightstand. You were having such a nice dream, too! What made it so nice? It couldn't be because of the blonde-haired, G. I. Joe soldier come to life, dripping wet from splashing around, man who trains you. No, it had to be the beach water that made your dream so great...Yeah, that's it. Smirk, smirk.

Answer it? No, you'll pass on that. It's not like you didn't love watching Germany getting all pumped up and sweaty-I mean, training hard with him. But today, you just wanted some alone time. Away from the ever-so quiet Japan, flirtatious Italy, and the yum-GERMANY! You weren't going to think 'yummy', never...Besides, he was all training, no love life action. Though, it didn't mean you couldn't...admire him, right?

After being taken in by the Axis alliance a year ago, you found yourself strongly attracted to Germany. Love? Maybe yes, maybe no. You weren't sure, that could be because of his overly serious attitude. But in some ways, it made him even more attractive. You wouldn't call yourself a pervert, but you can't deny not noticing his hard abs whenever his shirt embraced him so... Smirk, smirk.

Your thought bubble popped when you heard your phone make a 'beep' sound. You roll over onto your side, grabbing the cell phone from the nightstand. Flipping it open, you see a new text message. It's from Italy, he must already know of your skipping...probably wants to join you.

From: Italy
Subject: Veee~
To: (Name)

Morning, Bella~! Look what I found, Japan's cell phone, isn't that cool? Oh wait, you can't see it, veee~! I really want some pasta, veee~! What were we talking about? Oh right! Germany wants to know where Bella is, veee~! Are you not coming? Can I come over and be lazy, too? Hope to see you soon, ciao~!

Wow...he actually spelled everything right, even adding the "vee~". Back to his question. Did you really want him over? Just so he could flirt and talk about pasta? You cared for him, like a brother, but you really didn't want anyone messing up your relaxation. He called it being lazy, but that's totally not true! You've been working hard, so even if he is right, you deserve it. You did the running, push ups, sit ups, so they'll understand.

One day was perfectly fine. For goodness sake, it was Saturday! You're supposed to be lazy! And you were damn well going to be. No work outs or training. The only training you'll be doing is kicking your feet up on a pillow, and exercising your thumb by pressing the remote buttons. If anyone says otherwise, sucks for them. Because you weren't leaving the comfort of your cozy bed.

You had your nice pajamas on, fan turned on to keep you cool from the summers hot air, and now learning how to do some kind of dance on MTV. This is the life! Living alone had it's benefits. Meaning, no one can tell you what to do. You ruled over all when in your own house. It felt pretty good, being able to say whatever you wanted without a care in the world.

Yawning blissfully, you stretch out your arms. You let your mind wonder back to Germany as you start spacing out. You bet he was fuming steam out the ears right now. That thought made you chuckle. He's so serious about training, it's almost funny. But hey, that training did pay him off. Not cash or credit, but with sexieness. Definitely a good payday indeed. For you, at least. Oh, that lovely smirk came crawling back onto your face. Note to self: Stop talking to France.

You glance at your phone as it starts ringing again. Answer? No way. Let 'em leave another text message. Probably Italy again, telling/whining about Germany working him to the bone. As soon as the ringing stops, a new message appears. You go ahead and read it. Why not? They can't tell you what to do. Why? Because you said so. Good enough reason? H-e-double-ls yes.

From: Germany
Subject: Training
To: (Name)

(Name) where are you? You're late for training! Don't make me come over and drag you here like I have to do Italy! Hurry up so we can start, only this time you're training a few hours more for lost timing.

Few more hours? He's either been around Italy too long, or just plan out lost his mind. Rolling your eyes, you start typing your own text. Pressing send, you knew he wasn't going to be happy with it. But you really didn't care right now. So, focusing on the television, you let your thoughts drift away into a world of 'Screw it.'

From: (Name)
Subject: Meh
To: Smexy hard-head

Chill out, I'm just taking the day off. I promise I'll do P90X or something tomorrow, then we can both be awesome and eat cereal. More awesome than your older brother, don't worry! And if you're lucky, I'll even give you a goodnight kiss. ;) I kid, I kid! Hurr, hurr! :P Ya know ya love meh! XD P.S. I know what you've been hiding, America told me. Mwahahaha! :D

He's most likely blushing after reading that. He always seemed nervous, to the point of being awkward, when it came to talking about stuff like kissing. It was the same when he first met you, he couldn't even look you straight in the eyes without stuttering. You kind of wished you were there now, just to see him blush. He looked absolutely adorable when blushing!

Again, your cell phone beeps. That was pretty fast, might as well read the new text.

From: Germany
Subject: Stop that
To: (Name)

Stop messing around when there's work to be done! And what do you mean by that? WHAT DID AMERICA TELL YOU? Dammit, it's that idiot Italy's fault he knows about it! Even after I hid them so well under my bed! Don't think any different of me, (Name.) Please...

Stop messing around? How could you not tease him? And why was he worried you'd think differently about him? There isn't anything wrong with what America told you. It's normal, we all have something we love and obsessed with.

From: (Name)
Subject: Wha?
To: It's getting hot in here

Come on, can't ya take a joke? Besides, teasing is my way of showing how much I care about you! So get used to it, buddy! :D Oh, and what do you mean by " Don't think any different of me"? Dude, there's nothing wrong with that. Really. Just because you have a potato obsession doesn't mean I'll think of you in any other way. So...whatcha keep hidden under the bed? Is it your love confession to Italy? I KNEW IT ALL ALONG, SUCKA! XD

Oh, if only you could see his face right now. Mad mixed with embarrassment, a nice look on him. He didn't text you back after that, which was weird. Oh well, you didn't feel like reading a ranting text anyway. Kicking your feet up, you start flipping through the TV channels. Finding nothing good on, you get up and put a DVD on.

After ten minutes of doing nothing but watching anime Japan let you have, you hear a loud bang coming from outside of your room. Suddenly, your door was being knocked down by a big foot wearing boots. The first thought running a world marathon in your mind, also coming from your mouth, was...

"Son of a England's food!"

Before you knew it, you were being held over a strong shoulder.

Germany had made you train your arse off. No breaks, at all. He really couldn't take a joke well. But you noticed how he kept blushing when you made eye contact, or if your hands brushed against each others when running side by side. You didn't help yourself by teasing him about it, but just seeing that cute blush lighting up his cheeks was very much worth it in your books.

As you were trying to relax your sore muscles, laying face first on Italy's bed because you were too tired to leave, that text Germany sent came rushing back into your thoughts. Just what did he hide in there? Here we go again, that sweet smirk made it self right at home onto your face.

"Hey, Italy!" You call to him, who was playing with a brown cat. He let's his attention land on you at once, skipping happily towards you while still holding the cat. You wondered how he was able to even know where you were with keeping his eyes closed.

"What is it, Bella~? Do you'a wanna make some pasta? Let's go'a make pasta, veee~!" Before he could skip his happy self away, you grab his hand. He gave you a confused look until a bright smile appeared. "You'a wanna hold my hand? Okay, vee~!"

"No, no, no! I want you to come with me into Germany's room!" You say, pulling his hand to follow you. If you were going to get in trouble for doing this, he's going down with you. You just hoped Germany wouldn't be back home soon. He left with Japan earlier to get more cleaning supplies since he had used them all after Italy cooked pasta.

Italy didn't seem to mind coming along with you, he still was smiling happily when he let the cat jump out from his arms. You, on the other hand, were smirking mischievously as you both made your way towards Germany's room. When there, you immediately went for the bed. Italy did as well, then just stood next to you, smiling the whole time.

"What are you'a looking for, Bella?" You hear Italy question as you're digging through things under the bed.

"I want to see what Germany's been hiding under here!" You answer, feeling your hand touch something hard. Grasping it with both hands, you pull out a medium sized, black box. You stood up, sitting on the bed next to Italy with the box still in hand. Tilting your head a bit, you lift the lid off, placing it on the floor.

Your eyes widen immensely, while Italy doesn't seem surprised at all. If anything, he looks at what's in the box as if it was completely normal to have so much of this...stuff.

"Holy freaking, flippin' maple pancake pokey sticks, bloody new blazing hell! He's a pervert! Italy, call France! We gonna tease this BDSM mother fu-scratcher to hell!"

If only Italy had the time because soon, you both heard boot steps walking down the hall, towards this room. You and Italy look at each other with a 'Oh damn!' face. So you grab hold of Italy's hand, pulled yourself and him down to the floor, then pushed him, with you, under the bed.

You had your hand covering Italy's mouth since he kept saying how much he doesn't want to die when Germany came into the room. He sat on his bed, sighing as he removed his boots. Placing them at the end of his bed, making you almost gag from the smell, he finally noticed his private box was not where he remembered putting it.

"Strange, I know I put this away. Vell, maybe I didn't. My memory must not be vorking right from the stress...(Name) and Italy vill be the death of me..." He mutters to himself. You try not giggling at what he said, just wait until you call France.

"At least (Name) isn't too bad...She at least trains vell, unlike Italy." You listen intently at Germany as he continued talking to himself. This could get very interesting. Let's just hope you and Italy don't die from Germany's foul boots.

"She's pretty fast and hard working...beautiful as vell..." Oh god, please don't let him hear your beating heart. Because it might put drums to shame, just like how your cheeks are making tomato's cry from not being able to accomplish that much redness. Did he honestly think of you like that? Life really does love you!

"Ten already? Guess it's time for bed. Better put this away...vouldn't vant (Name) to find out...Vho knows vhat she'd do or say."

Okay, maybe not...

"Italy..." You whisper into his ear. "I just want you to know you've been like a brother to me! And if you make it out alive, tell England...I broke his stove on purpose." You both gulp as Germany lifts the beds cover. When he bends down to place the box under the bed, he gets a clear view of you and Italy. Eyes nearly popping from their sockets, he jumps back up.

"VHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING UNDER THERE!" He screams at you both, causing Italy to start begging not to be killed. Also, saying how you dragged him in here. Thanks, Italy. You definitely are like a brother. You both come out from under the bed, you grasping onto something you found in Germany's box. He looked infuriated, you didn't know if his cheeks were red with anger or embarrassment. Either way, you felt terrified.

Lifting the object, you pointed it at him with a shaking hand. "Stay back! I gotta whip and I'm not afraid to use it! Oh shiz, you would probably like that! Italy, we are so screwed!" When you turned to face said man, you gasped. Where the hell did he go? You've been ditched! Another note to self: If I make it out alive, kill Italy.

"Germany, I'm really sorry! But I couldn't help myself! If it makes you feel any better, I won't tell anyone else! Okay, not making any promises on that, but please don't kill me! I''m too awesome to die! And yes, Prussia has rubbed off on me, his awesomeness, that is...Anyway, don't-" Germany cut your Italy moment off by pushing you onto his bed, him towering over you. You felt your cheeks heat up like a newly set fire.

"(Name...) Vhat do you think of me now? Do you found it...Vrong?" He says in a low, deep voice. Did he want your face burning off? Because it's very close to doing just that when he stares you straight in the eyes.

"I think it's very...Yeah, I don't know. I, um, never thought you'd be into that kind of thing...Oh, who am I kidding? Of course you are..." You mumble the last part, tearing your gaze from his.

You let out a loud squeak when he suddenly grasped both your wrist using one hand. His other reached for his nightstand, opening the drawer. You craned your head enough to see him taking something silver out before shutting it back. When he brings it closer towards you, it made a gasp escape from your lips. Handcuffs? Dear life, I hate you.

You gulp deeply as he cuffs you to his bed, not even putting up a fight since it wouldn't really do you any good. He's stronger than you, sadly, and you knew that. But was it wrong you felt somewhat turned on by this? Looking up at his flushed yet dominate face...Nope, not at all.

With half lidded eyes, he breathes into your ear. "You have been nothing but trouble today. Making me carry you here, repeatedly telling you not to say certain things, and now this? (Name,) must I teach you the hard way?" By the look he's giving you, there's not really a choice for you. But hey, who said you didn't want to learn?

"Teach me everything I need to know..." That beautiful smirk returns as you stare back at him with the same look. You feel him press more into you, soon feeling every inch of his body as he lays on top of you. Before a blink could be given, his lips fell onto yours roughly. Causing you to moan rather loudly at his forcefulness, giving him the chance to dart his tongue into your sweet goodness.

He tasted even sweeter, such a delicious taste indeed. It made you hungry for more, but these handcuffs prevented you from doing much of anything. You were about to cut the kiss off and say something about them when you felt him running a hand down your left side. Shudders went through you, making all thoughts wash away blissfully.

Just where did this non-shy Germany come from? And why hasn't he come out before!

You groan frustratedly when he broke the powerful kiss, but moaned pleasurably as he soon started trailing kisses down your neck. You slightly scream when he bit down, sure to leave a good mark. He licked the little bit of blood running from the wound before straddling you. Looking into his heated eyes, you smile deviously.

"I like this way of learning..." He blushes, no doubt trying to keep calm. You frowned deeply when he got off you, but then raised a questionable eyebrow at him when he picked up the whip you were once holding.

"I damn vell am not afraid to use it on you, (Name.) You've got a lot of learning to do, and it may take all night..." He stated, walking slowly back towards. Your smile turns into that devilish smirk when he licks along the whip, all the way to it's end.

Dear life, I love you.

Extended ending.

"(NAME) DID WHAT TO MY STOVE?" England yelled with rage at the information Italy has told him. "I'm going over there right now to give that bloody twit a good scolding!"

"Okay, but Bella is busy with Germany right now. I'a would check on her, but I'mma too scared."

"Why is that?"

"Because she keeps screaming Germany's name, and I'a hear a lot of banging noises."

"..."

"Veee~"

Was listening to the "Lazy song" while writing this.

Hetalia isn't mine, or that sexy man would be in meh closest, along with America and Spain! Grrrrrr, Y U NO MINE, HETALIA?