Author: *dazed* I still can't believe that I killed him… but you don't understand! He needed to go! Prussia isn't a country anymore and they all have to disappear sometime! I know it was a crummy time to do so, but it wasn't intentional!! And the whole death, it was just how the story flowed!!! But I really want to do more with them… So we just MIGHT get a happy ending for them… oh, and I do claim that I am a sadistic bitch who has a yaoi-filled imagination.

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Chapter Eight: I want…

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Japan looked at his friend, a bit flustered. Why, why again did Italy see the need to tell him stuff like that? To catch you people up on the on doings of the countries because they are unfortunately not owned by any of us (Ha, that's me finally admitting towards that), let's go back to the beginning of today… around twelve oh-one in the morning… one minuet after midnight.

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"Ludwig…" Italy breathed.

The blonde nibbled on the Italian's flesh a bit more before looking up. His ocean colored eyes stared up into Feliciano's emerald ones.

"What?"

Feliciano shivered, noticing how sexy his lover's voice was. Italy shook his head as if to say 'go on'. Germany responded to this by taking him by the mouth. Feliciano shrieked in lust. His breathing hastened, his cheeks burned to several different shades of red, and god, oh, gods having Ludwig suck on him was like heaven.

The gentleness of Ludwig's motions flustered the Italian. A finger slide its way into Feliciano. The boy arched his back and-

Italy woke up. He felt wet… reallywet. He flipped the covers off and looked at his manhood. It must have been at least twice as big then normal. Italy groaned a bit. He was erecting. A wet dream was bad, but a wet dream about your best friend was even worse. Italy grabbed the wetted sheets and ran to the laundry room. He stuffed them into the washing machine and poured the detergent into the load. He pressed start and ran to the bathroom. He sat on the floor and touched himself. Feliciano didn't know what else to do except calm himself.

"Germany doesn't know that you think about him this way," Feliciano breathed, "You love him. He loves y- no. He knows you like him. He's just shy… nnn."

His train of though moved from idea to idea and then back to the idea and then to a different thought that got him back to the original thought. He moved his fingers skillfully let the cum squirt out. He'd clean up later. Pleasure blinded him from thinking about anything, but Ludwig. The man's blonde, soft hair, his sky-blue eyes, and his smile and, and-

Feliciano moaned out, sinking further into the images that came to him.

A few days later…

Italy woke up and noticed the emptiness of the bed he was in. It was bad enough that Germany didn't want to have sex with the poor Italian, but locking the door to his room was a bit harsh. Feliciano rolled on to the other side of the bed where the sheets were still cold from the previous night.

"Feliciano," Germany opened the door, "Your brother called, again. I think he…"

The boy smiled, tilted his head, and asked, "What about Lovi?"

"Um… that is… um… arg... what I'm trying to say is…" Germany mumbled. The blonde sighed and turned away, "He thinks that we've had sex the last time he came over."

Feliciano laughed, "That horror movie marathon was great. I'm glad we got to watch it together... even though it took up all night."

"Yeah," Germany said, "You'd better clear things up with your brother… Oh, and Feliciano?"

"What?"

"Can you please get some pants on?"

The German walked out of the room. Feliciano laughed. It was funny how Ludwig hadn't gotten over the fact that he, and sometimes his brother, slept naked. Feliciano found some pants on the floor and put them on. He walked out of the bedroom and to the kitchen where Ludwig was making breakfast.

The author of this idiotic fan fiction is using Wikipedia, so information might be wrong. The breakfast consisted of bread-rolls with jams, jellies, and other condiments that are used on bread. Ludwig had sliced some deli-meats and put them on a plate next to the scrambled eggs plate. A black mug with a picture from The Blue Angel, a 1930 film which was Germany's first major film with sound starring Marlene Dietrich, was set on the table along with a white mug that had a tomato on it. The mugs were steaming from the coffee (In Ludwig's) and cocoa/coco/hot chocolate (In Feliciano's).

"Good morning!" Italy said happily. "Breakfast looks good!"

"Thanks," Germany mumbled.

The two sat down, said whatever they say before meals (Like praying or saying "Itedakimasu!") and silently ate their food.

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So you might be thinking, "Wow, this author seriously has a lot of time or a really sadistic mind." Both are totally fine by me.

Anyways… Italy went to Japan and told him about the dream, the masturbation, and the fact that if Feliciano couldn't stand it any more. And alas, that's how we got our beginning sentence.

"It's horrible!" Feliciano sighed, "I think it is worse then England's cooking!"

Japan shuttered. England's cooking was like taking a step into hell. "Have you told Ludwig this?"

Silence...

"How about we go make some pasta?"

"Okay~!"

Italy drifted off into the kitchen as Japan stood up and walked over to the shoji-screen door. He opened it and stared a bit blankly at the blonde who was currently gaping at what he just heard.

"You guys can be so dense," Kiku smiled a bit too sadistically. "I think you should sleep with him."

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Author: Okay… how do I manage to get that happiest couple and still turn it kind of emo? Well that's my crazy writing style for you. Sorry for the short chapter. I just feel lazy and am not going to put any more on…

Oh, and I still don't have a coupling for Japan.