Italypulled his cloths back on and helped his brother to the up stairs bathroom.
"What were you thinking, fratello?"
"I was thinking no ass hole can do that to my little brother. Plus I am the only one allowed to hit you."
"Umm thank you ...I think."
"I should tell the tomato bastared about this, he would kill that fucker."
"No Romano, please don't tell anyone. I am too ashamed and what if Prussia fine out before they do some about it? Please brother, please don't tell please."
"But Feli, look at your self, look at what he is doing to you. You told me you loved Germany and he loves you too, right? Well do you think he would want you to keep it in?"
"But what if he doesn't believe me?"
"Feli, he loves you, which should be reason enough to believe you right?"
"Ok I'll tell him but only after my dinner tomorrow night."
"Are you sure you can last that long?"
"I'll be fine just don't tell anyone ok."
Romano gave Feliciano an unsatisfied look.
"Fine but don't come crying to me if he hits you so hard you forget how to make pasta."
Feliciano smiled at his brother and hugged him.
"Thank you, fratello!"
"AH get off me!"
"Sorry did I hurt you?"
"No you're just annoying."
"Heheheh sorry."
Italy heard the front door open.
"Germany's home!"
"Oh joy well I'll head home now."
Italy saw his brother to the door.
"Italy, what happened to you brother?"
"Huh, oh he fell."
"Fell?"
"He fell down the stairs but he's ok as you saw." Italy put on a fake smile.
"So Italy, tomorrow I will be going out but I'll be back by 3 pm."
Italy smiled at the German.
"Whose night is it to cook?"
"Gilbert's but I can do it."
"Please do. I can not eat anymore cinnamon toast with mayonnaise and for a drink he put out hot cool aid."
Italy giggled "What pasta would you like for dinner?"
"Well I would love some more of that seafood linguine you made the other night, it was so good." Said the blonde and he wrapped his arms around the small brunet man.
Italy blush than remembered what he has said earlier that day.
"Umm Ludwig, I still feel bad about what I said to you."
Italy eyes watered as he look up at Ludwig.
"It's ok Italy; I know you didn't mean a word of it." Said Ludwig with Feli still wrapped in his arms. Feli hug Ludwig tightly.
"Ti amour." Germany attempted Italian.
Italy laughed.
"That was more French than Italian love."
Germany blushed.
"You tried and I love the gesture, thank you." The smaller man stood on his tip toes to kiss his beautiful German. Ludwig kissed back and Italy felt Germany's tongue at his lips asking for entrants. Italy hesitated for a moment then allowed the German invade his mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance, of course Germany won. Italy put his arms around Germany's neck than jumped up and hooked his legs around the German's waist.
"Italy, what about dinner?"
"I can wait, can't you?"
Germany answered by taking Italy up stairs. He gently placed Italy on the bed.
He began to kiss down Italy's neck but then stopped and looked at Italy whose breathing was uneven.
"W-What wrong Ludwig, why did you stop?"
"Well last time you freaked out and…" Germany trailed off.
"I was just having a off day I am fine now," Italy said pulling the blond into another kiss.
"Gute."
Italy tilted his back and moaned softly as the blond kissed down his chest while unbuttoning the Italian's shirt. Once he finished with the younger mans shirt he went to work on his pants, undoing the zipper with his teeth, making it all too slow for Italy's liking.
"Ludwig, s-stop teasing me, it's mean."
"But I am having fun."
"Ludwig, please it's not fair."
Germany let out a small laugh.
"Ok."
The German brought his lips back to the Italian's than got off the bed just to discard his own clothes. Germany was left in the red boxers Italy had give him last year.
Italy had kick off his pants when the German got back on to the bed a resumed hi place on top of Italy kissing the young Italian's neck wile one hand slowly slide down his chest down to his torso and gently tracing circles around his hips before slipping into his boxers to fondle and tease Italy cock.
"Ahhh Germany m-more please." Beg Italy moaning in pleasure.
Germany lightly bit his neck. A flash of Prussia biting in to Italy hard in the same place crossed his mined Italy winced and pulled away.
"Italy what's wrong." Germany had nothing but concern on his face for the poor little Italian.
Oh how Italy wanted to tell him everything right than and there but not only was it not the right time but he was still scared that Ludwig would not believe him.
"It's nothing I fine I should go make dinner now."
"If it's nothing than why don't we keep going?"
"Because I am really getting hungry and if I don't start cooking soon Prussia will get out the cinnamon and mayonnaise."
Germany clearly did not like that answer but he wasn't going to push it anymore.
"Ok let's get down stairs before my bruder makes something blow up in my kitchen.
Just as they fished getting dressed they heard pots and pans clash.
"oh no please no." they both said together."
They got downstairs as fast as they could but it as too late. Gilbert had made what looked like badly made sushi and …Ice cream.
"hey West, Italy I made sushi and Ice cream looks good don't it?"
Italy and Germany sighed.
"Ill get the pizza number." Said Germany heading off on way.
"And Ill get the phone." Said Italy heading off the other way."
"Awe come on guys I took the bones out this time."
"….."
"you guys are not awesome."
Hey guys sorry for ending it here this time not as ciffly but omg my next chapter you will love I just know it plz tell if you like it and what you want more of ;)
