A/N- Warning: I kind of start talking about some 'gross' stuff involving worms, so you might want to skip that part if... You know... You don't like gross things. It's not that bad but I thought I would put a warning in anyway.

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I was overly tired. You know, like when you wake up and for no reason you're still extremely sleepy. This was one of those times.

I don't exactly remember how I got to school but I remember being in the cafeteria sitting next to Rome.

How did he get there? I couldn't remember.

I was surprised that he wasn't going to go sit with his stupid friends. Why sit with me?

"-mania?" It was then I realized that he was talking to me.

"wha?" I struggled to focus.

"I said how are you this morning, Germania?" he repeated with a smile.

"Oh... Sleepy," I replied, eyes drooping.

"I can see that," he grinned, reaching out to pet my head. I was too out of it to stop him. He took advantage of my inability to function by running his hands through my long hair.

Then I heard the laughter, "Kesesese..." Gilbert and Ludwig had come up out of nowhere and were starring at us. We probably looked odd, me being half asleep and Rome running his hands through my hair. Usually I would slap someone's hands for touching my hair like that. And someone just had to point it out, "Hey, 'Mania~ How come he gets to touch your hair? No one else can," Gilbert's voice ground down at my nerves.

"'M too tired t' bother.." I slurred. Gil just shook his head, "Whatever you say~"

If I weren't so dead I might have punched him.

Eventually Feliciano came over. Instead of dragging Ludwig away he stayed to talk to his cousin, who had pretty much pulled me into his lap.

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I tried my best to stay awake during my classes, which proved to be rather difficult. Even in my usually nonboring classes I struggled to stay awake. I decided to sleep during lunch.

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After my nap I felt better. Like I wasn't going to fall asleep standing up. I also realized that I should probably slap a certain somebody for using my sleepiness so that they could pet me like a stupid dog.

So when I saw Rome in front of the school waiting for me I punched him in the stomach. Once his friends had left of course.

After he had recovered he demanded to know why I had decided to punch him, as anyone would.

"You were petting my hair," I growled.

He pouted, "But Germania! I can't help it that your hair is really soft! It just makes me want to pet it," he reached out for it and was rewarded with a fist to the face.

"Just drive," I muttered, not wanting to deal with him at that moment.

After some grumbling he started the car and drove to my house.

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As we pulled up to the house Rome made some remark about how huge my house was.

I know it's big you don't have to to me.

I unlocked the door and he ran inside ahead of me plopping himself down on the couch. I rolled my eyes setting my things down on the bench by the door.

I walked over to one of the arm chairs but was pulled back, into Rome's lap. So I wacked him in the head without really thinking about it and sat in the arm chair anyway.

"So what do we do now?" he asked, sounding a bit put out from being hit.

I didn't really know what to do. Usually I just read when I was home.

"Um... We could... Hike around in the woods?" it would entertain us for a while and besides if we didn't have a good time I could always push him off a cliff... Or I could jump. Either way worked.

"Okay~" he sounded excited, "Wait!" he held up his hands, "Never mind. Can we go digging for worms?"

I rolled my eyes.

Really, wasn't he supposed to be older than 10 ?

But I agreed anyway.

For the next hour we dug around in the dirt around my house. The result was a bucket full of probably over 100 worms all climbing over each other, trying to make their way out. It was quite entertaining actually.

The bad thing was my hands were filthy, mud under my fingernails and all over my hands. Rome was in worse shape than I was with mud going all the way up his arms.

I just hoped that the worms didn't lay eggs under my fingernails for me to accidentally consume, causing me to have worms inside my body. That would be disgusting.

Once I read a book (a fictional book mind you) where a person had a bunch of worms living dormant inside him. When they became active he got a horrible fever and large red welts on his arms. When his son was in the kitchen he approached him, moaning about the pain. Then he split one of the welts with his fingernails and a bunch of tiny white worms worked their way out, squirming all around. Then he decided to end it and caught himself on fire. This burnt the house down, killing himself and his wife. The son was shipped off to the 'doctor' his father worked for.

After all that I never looked at worms the same way again. But I hated maggots more than worms. They were like smaller, chubbier worms that fed on flesh. Disgusting creatures.

But anyway, Rome and I eventually released the slimy things and went back inside.

After washing my hands for about five minutes (while Rome walked off to somewhere) I went off to find my strange partner.

Eventually I found him I'm my bedroom, which is probably what he went off looking for in the first place. He was sitting on the floor looking at something.

He's been in my room for five minutes and already he's going through my things.

I looked over his shoulder. He was looking through a folder full of old papers that I wrote out and stories I had started. None were finished of course but I had always wanted to be a writer. No one was aloud to look through the folder of failures! I forbid it! Not that anyone had ever tried, I had just decided this on the spot.

I snatched the folder away from him, "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, glaring down at him.

"Um... Looking through that folder," he said uncertainly.

Well at least he was honest.

"And why were you looking through it?"

"I was curious,"

"Curiosity killed the cat,"

"Ah, but satisfaction brought it back. I thought they were good by the way. What I read of them, before they were so rudely taken away from me," he pouted like a child.

I ignored his compliment and rolled my eyes at him, "Yes, because I am the rude one.." I muttered.

"Can I have it back now?" he asked innocently, reaching out for them.

"No," There was no way I was going to let anyone read my failures.

"Please~" he put his hands together like he was praying.

"No,"

"Come on, pretty please?"

"I said no," For a moment I thought he might give up but that thought was quickly squished when he stood up and walked over to me with a determined, and slightly creepy, look on his face.

He paused directly in front of me. Suddenly he pushed me. I fell backward onto my bed. He crawled on top of me. At this I was slightly alarmed and started to struggle but he forced me back down. He hovered over my face, looking down at me seriously.

"Germania," he began in a calm voice that didn't calm me at all, "If you don't give that folder back I'll lick your face,"

I gaped at him.

Seriously? That's disgusting!

"Y-you'll what!" I asked, startled. Who the hell would do that to someone they barely knew like that? I could see it maybe if we were childhood friends of something but! Just no!

"I will lick your face," he inched closer. I immediately shrank back, trying my best to avoid him with no luck.

"Last chance," he warned, his nose skimming my cheek. I really didn't want him to read the things in that folder. Some of the things in there were really stupid things from way back in middle school. I don't know why I kept them. Maybe to see how I had improved. But the other choice was to have someone run their tongue over my face and that was something I was really not comfortable with.

...Decision made.

I shoved the failure folder at his chest, "Fine, take it!" I shouted, wanting more than anything for him to just get off of me.

The creepy look didn't disappear, "I knew you'd see it my way!" Rome smirked.

I glowered at him, "Great. Now get o-" I was cut off by a warm, wet organ making it's way up my face. For a moment I was too stunned to move but quickly recovered and kneed him in the stomach.

He backed away, curling up around his injured tummy and frowned at me accusingly. Though I didn't really notice, I was scrubbing at my face to get rid of any lingering saliva.

After scrubbing my cheek red I grabbed my alarm clock and threw it at Rome, who had gone back to reading.

He yelped, rubbing the back of his head, "What the hell was that for!" he demanded angrily.

"You licked my face!" I shouted back.

"Well I told you I would, didn't I? Besides it's your fault for not giving me this," he waved around my folder.

"No! You said that if I didn't give it to you that you would lick me and I did give it to you! But you still licked me!" I glared, murdering him with my eyes. I would stab out his eyes first and watch him roll around in pain before I finished him off.

"Well I didn't say that I wouldn't lick you if you did. You taste good," he licked his lips.

My face turned red and I was considering jumping up to strangle him.

Instead I just groaned, resisting the urge to crawl under the covers of my bed.

I didn't understand him. Not one bit.

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A/N- I actually had some trouble with this chapter. It took forevvvvver. When I started writing it out I was super tired so that's why 'Mania was so dead tired in the beginning.

The thing about the worms came from the monstrumologist (not sure on the spelling) which is a good book, although rather graphic.

My sister and her friend actually went around and dug up all those worms. That's where I got that story. But I have this thing about dirty things. My sisters just say I'm weird but I can't stand to touch dirty things.

Thank you guys so much for the reviews/alerts/favorites. I wasn't sure how many people would actually read this, the pairing is not very popular.

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Have a nice day.

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