Germany looked around him. He was walking along a stone path. He looked at his hands. He was holding a painting of a small maid. When he looked up, that same maid was walking towards him with a pail of water. Germany became flustered. He had been trying to avoid her. They spoke but Germany couldn't hear anything. Soon he was walking away from the girl, feeling sad. She quickly caught up to him, and thrust something at him. He saw that it was her underwear. He felt embarrassed but pleased at the same time. Then slowly he leaned in towards her. Taking her hands he placed his lips on her's and softly kissed her…

Germany opened his eyes. The ceiling of his room stared back at him. It seemed his brother had brought him to his own room. As he lied there, listening to the usual morning noises, he heard humming. He was not alone in the room.

"Hello?" he said. He knew it wasn't his brother, because he didn't hum.

"Oh! Germany, I'm sorry did I wake you?"

"Italy?" Germany started to blush. "What are you doing here?"

"Prussia called me and said that you were feeling unwell," answered Italy. "He asked me to come over and take care of you, because he had to go somewhere today."

"You didn't have to," said Germany. "I can take care of myself."

"I know, but I wanted to help," Italy said. "Do you want me to get you breakfast?"

"Just coffee, please."

"Okay! I'll be right back!"

When Italy left the room, Germany sat up. His head was still hurting him. Looking around he saw the painkillers and glass of water on his night table, with a small note. After taking the pills, he picked up the note.

Yo West,

I'm Sorry. I was acting really un-awesome. So to make it up to you I called Italia-chan to take care of you.

-Your Super Awesome Brother

P.S. It seems that Italia-chan is making a stop to see Hungary, before he comes here. Just thought I'd warn you, kesesese.

"What does that mean?" Germany questioned the note from his brother.

"Germany!" Italy's voice rang out from down the hall. "I have your coffee!"

Germany put his face ion his hands. Why did Italy have to be so loud?

When he moved his hands, a cup of steaming coffee was being handed to him.

He took the mug from Italy. "Thank you Ita-!"

Germany nearly dropped his coffee. He had only then looked at Italy that morning. He finally understood what Prussia's warning was about.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It seemed that Hungary had picked out Italy's outfit. His current attire consisted of a black maids outfit with lace chocker, white lace stockings and black shoes.

"What are you wearing?" Germany demanded, trying not to look at his friend.

Italy stared at him with half-closed golden-brown eyes, unaware of the stress he was causing Germany, with his choice of clothing.

"Hmm? Hungary picked it out for me, it's a French maid's outfit," he spun around to show it off. "Doesn't it look good on me?" he asked brightly.

Germany couldn't deny that, Italy did indeed look good. He also couldn't help but look at Italy when he spun around. His eyes caught sight of his friends tanned thighs as the skirt lifted, and he felt himself get hot.

"Y-you shouldn't wear girls clothes Italy," he said taking a sip of coffee.

"Aw, but Hungary said I looked cute…" said Italy, pouting slightly. "And I wanted to look nice for Germany…"

Germany blushed a deep red and didn't say anything.

Italy noticed his red face. He placed his hand on Germany's forehead and the other on his own forehead.

"You're really warm Germany…" Italy said, concerned. "Do you want me to get you a wet cloth?"

Trying desperately not to look Italy in the face, Germany took his hand and removed it from his forehead.

"N-no I'll be fine. I just need to rest," Germany said, placing his coffee, on the night table. "You go ahead and make breakfast. There's a box of spaghetti in the cupboard, above the sink."

Italy perked up at the mention of pasta. "Okay! I'll check up on you later."

Catching a glance of Italy happily bounding out of the room, skirt swinging, Germany got even redder.

"Maybe a wet cloth would be good right now," he said trying to get the image of Italy out of his mind.

Lying back down, he started to think about his dream and the visions. He knew that in each of them he saw things from a child's perspective. Does that mean they were his memories? From before Prussia had found him? And who was that maid? It was obvious that he had been in love with her. What happened to her? What happened to him?

These questions did nothing but worsen Germany's headache, so he stopped thinking about it. Though, without anything to think about, his mind slowly wandered back to Italy. Italy, his friend. After all the things Prussia had said to him last night, he wasn't sure of his own feelings towards Italy anymore. Especially, when he was wearing that maid's outfit. Just thinking about it, Germany felt his blood rush to his face, and maybe a little down south.

"No!" Germany thought to himself. He couldn't think of Italy that way He was a guy. An attractive guy, yes, but a guy none the less. He was just confused, that was it. His brother made him confused, and it wasn't specifically Italy that was causing his reaction. Germany just really liked maid's outfits. Deciding that that was the only possible conclusion, Germany relaxed a little. His calm was thrown out the window, when Italy entered the room smiling happily.

"Germany!" he said. "I'm finished eating!"

He was shocked. Italy should've still been cooking. Then he remembered, this was Italy he was talking about. When it came to pasta, he was not bound by any scientific laws. Germany sat up and looked at Italy. He instantly regretted that decision.

Italy stood at the doorway, still wearing the maids outfit, although slightly different. It must've been hot in the kitchen while he was cooking, because his bangs were sticking to his sweaty forehead. Also, because he had been rushing around, his stockings had slipped down, exposing more of his tanned skin.

If Germany had a small 'problem' before, he had a big one now.

"It's just the maid's outfit, it's just the maids' outfit," Germany repeated in his head, trying to calm himself down it became extremely hard for him to do that, when Italy had climbed on top of him.

"Italy! What are you doing?" Germany nearly jumped out of the bed, but with the Italian man on top of him, he was unable to.

"Doitsu…" Italy called Germany by the cute nickname he had picked for him. "You weren't answering me…"

While Germany was trying to control himself, Italy had been calling his name, asking what was wrong.

"I'm s-sorry," Germany said turning his gaze away from Italy. "I'm fine, so you can get off now.

"Nope!" Italy replied grinning.

"W-why not?" asked Germany, desperate to get the smaller man off of him, before he noticed anything.

"Because, now I can hug you!" said Italy, wrapping his arms around the German's neck.

Italy was not making things easy for him. Germany tried to pry him off but it backfired, the Italian pulling closer to him.

"I-Italy…" Germany was trying to think of anything but the situation he was in, but was unsuccessful.

"Ve~" Italy sighed happily, his breath brushing past Germany's ear.

"No, no, no, no." Germany felt his heart beating frantically. He looked around the room desperate for a distraction. He looked down and saw tanned skin, which did not help the situation.

"I-Italy," repeated Germany, his eyes continuously returning to the bare thighs. "You need to get off."

"Nu-uh," Italy said, wriggled a bit.

When Italy moved he rubbed against a certain bulge and Germany was pushed over the edge of his control.

Italy gasped as felt the large hands on his legs.

"Ger…many?" he said softly.

Italy's words were not heard by the German, too lost in the feeling of the soft skin under his hands. Rubbing up and down he slowly reached up and felt the bloomers Italy was wearing. He continued moving his hands up, slipping them underneath the poofy underwear. He let out a soft groan as he felt the round behind. He began to squeeze and rub, completely lost in the moment. A soft moan from Italy quickly brought Germany bck to reality.

What was he doing? He was touching Italy, and he liked it. He didn't want to stop, but he had to. For Italy and for himself.

"Germany?" Italy said, unwrapping himself from his neck and looking him in the face.

Looking into Italy's now open eyes, Germany could see the slight arousal in them. It took almost all of his willpower, to push the Italian off of him.

"Um, I-I'm sorry, Italy. It seems I'm feeling more unwell than I thought…" Germany, said looking away from him. "I think…you should leave."

"W-what?" asked Italy, confused. "B-but I thought-" he said ready to argue with Germany.

"Please, Italy!" Germany hadn't meant to raise his voice, but he needed Italy to listen.

Italy flinched at the voice, tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes.

"I understand…" he said, climbing off the bed.

Germany watched as he walked toward the door. He took a step into the hall and turned around.

"We have a meeting with Japan the day after tomorrow…" he said, tears starting to fall. "I…hope you're feeling better by then…"

Italy gave a small smile and left. Germany heard him walk downstairs and heard as the front door opened and closed.

Germany put his head in his hands.

"Mein Gott…What have I done? Italy…"

Translations:

Mein Gott- My god