Hi guys! So here's the new chapter :D I hope it fills some of your expectations ;)

For my male friends (you guys are awesome!) there is some mildness, nothing that will scar you :D

For my fangirls/guys? there is tons of fluffiness :)

Also thx so much to those who have review and commented :D (*passes out internet pocky 3)

Cifer10- I live up in Ontario, Canada so there is probably a time difference :P

Meluzina -So do I, but some of my friends don't really have the taste for it XD

Hungary-chan- the reason I use Nii-san is to keep with the original web-comics. Germany would call Prussia Nii-san :P

Alright now that, that is out of the way, Plz enjoy :D

On the days leading up to them seeing each other, Italy and Germany kept in contact through the phone. They talked about different things, like what they had done that day (it was mostly Italy who talked, seeing as all Germany had been doing was working). On Thursday, Italy told Germany that he wanted to stay over on the Friday, because Spain had asked him to. Apparently he wanted to spend some 'quality' time with Romano. Although panicking at the idea, Germany agreed to let him stay the night.

The next day, Italy showed up at Germany's door, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi, Germany!" he said, almost knocking Germany down in a hug.

"Hey," said Germany hugging him back. They stayed in the foyer and closed the door.

"So what do you want to do?" asked Italy.

"Well first I think we should have some lunch," said Germany. 'How's pizza sound?"

"That sounds great!"

"Good, I have the ingredients all set up it the kitchen."

When they entered the kitchen, Italy started making the pizza right away.

"Doitsu, can you chop up the veggies and meat for me?" he asked as he rolled out the dough.

"Sure."

With both of them working, it wasn't long before two pizzas were in the oven.

"What do you want to do while they cook?" asked Germany.

"Can we play football?" suggested Italy.

"If you want."

"Yay!"

The two of them went into Germany's backyard. As they ran around, kicking the ball, smiling and laughing carefree, little did they know that a bad touch duo was watching them.

"Mon ami, they look so happy," said France as he stared out of Prussia's window to look at them.

"Kesesesese," Prussia laughed. "Hungary's gonna love this footage," he said, holding his video camera.

"Let's hope that Germany doesn't catch you," France said. "He won't hesitate to hit you for doing that."

"Don't worry, the awesome me won't get caught!"

"Ve~ That was fun!" said Italy, as him and Germany headed back in. Germany put the ball away as Italy took the pizzas out of the oven.

"Mmmm, smells good," Italy said as he took some slices of pizza and put it on a plate. Germany came into the kitchen and got his own slices.

"Can we go into the living room and eat?" asked Italy.

"As long as you don't make a mess, sure," Germany replied.

"I won't!"

Germany sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. Italy sat beside him and sat with his legs curled underneath. Germany turned on the T.V. and they ate. They were watching some German comedy. Italy didn't understand it but Germany chuckled a few times. When the show was over, Italy had managed to finish his entire pizza and Germany was also done eating.

After a few commercials, a movie came on. It was in German but had English subtitles. It was a silly romance movie, and Germany didn't want to watch it (that's what he said), but Italy did, so Germany agreed to watch it. As they watched, Italy had snuggled into Germany's side and had intertwined his fingers with the larger man's. Germany blushed. When the movie had almost reached the end, Italy cried a bit when the two main characters finally found each other. Germany heard him sniffling and wiped his tears away. Italy looked up at him.

"Did you like the movie?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess," said Germany. He didn't want to admit that he really liked it.

Italy smiled knowingly. He reached up and knotted his hands behind Germany's neck and leaned forward. "Well I liked it a lot," he said. "But I think it didn't have enough of something…"

"And what would that be?"

"Kissing," he said, looking expectantly up at Germany.

"O-oh, really?" Germany said. He stared at Italy, who, Germany thought, looked very cute right then. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

He bent down and lightly kissed Italy. When he pulled away his cheeks were bright pink.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Hmm…" Italy peered up at Germany, his golden-brown eyes shining. "It was good, but I don't think it was enough…"

"No?" Germany quirked an eyebrow.

"No," Italy drew Germany into another kiss, and slowly pulled him down so that Italy was lying across the couch and Germany was leaning over him. They continued to kiss over and over again. They paused for a moment and Italy giggled.

"Doitsu…" he whispered. "I think we should try…this," Italy moved his hand to Germany's mouth and softly pulled on his bottom lip until he opened it. He kissed Germany again, but this time he slipped his tongue into his mouth. Germany was surprised, but he returned the gesture by sliding his own tongue into Italy's mouth. He explored the warm cavern, massaging his tongue with Italy's. He quickly took control of the kiss and savoured it. Italy tasted like pizza and spices, sweets and wine, and of course pasta. Germany loved the flavour of the small Italian and couldn't think of a time in his life that was better than that moment.

The need for oxygen soon forced them to separate. Italy stared up at Germany, a small smile on his face.

"Ve~ I like the way Germany tastes…" he said, brushing the bangs that had come loose, out of Germany's face. "You taste like beer and cake, potatoes and those funny sausages you're always eating."

Germany turned red. "I do?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," said Italy. "Oh! And Pizza!" he added.

A smile tugged at his mouth and Germany pecked Italy on the forehead. "I like the way you taste too," he whispered. He went to kiss his sweet little Italian again, but a certain noise stopped him.

"Oops!" Italy blushed when his stomach growled again.

Germany chuckled. "One pizza wasn't enough?" he asked.

"I-I'm sorry," Italy said, frowning a little. Germany kissed him gently on the lips and sat up.

"It's fine," he said. "It just means that we can continue with my plans for today."

Italy also sat up. "Ve~ What do you mean?"

"Well I was planning to make a cake together." said Germany. "How does that sound to you?"

Italy grinned. "I'd love to!" he said.

"Alright."

The two of them got up to go into the kitchen. As they walked past the hallway, Germany could've sworn he saw someone run into the other room. But before he could investigate, Italy caught his attention by holding his hand. Germany smiled down at him and decided that his eyes were just playing tricks on him.

Translations: Mon Ami: My friend

So, what did you guys think? Cute? Dumb? OOC? Did the whole Germany secretly liking the movie thing work? Plz let me know :D

Also I know this is kinda old now, but no one really answered my question. Was the part with Italy telling Germany about Holy Rome too rushed? I wanted to try and have a good pace to it, but did I get it right? Plz tell me .

A special shout out to my awesome friend JinxCookieCutter, who has started to post her hetalia comedy. I ask all of you to check her story out

fan fiction. net/s/ 6861213/1/The_Crime (remove spaces :D)

Also chapter ?15? will be the most exciting yet ;) so be prepared to either squeal in delight, have a nosebleed or run away crying( my awesome male friends :D) tty guys next chapter :D