Hey guys, So here's the chapter you've all been waiting for! *fan-girls cheering*

Just as a note I'd like to clear up a few things about this story. The reason I'm using the Japanese honorifics is because Hetalia IS a manga(webcomic) and anime, so I chose to stick with some of the basic ones, including -chan, -san and the term for older brother, nii-san. That is also why I have Italy call Germany 'doitsu' and yes I know it's in public, but how many people living in Italy know Japanese? as far as they're concerned that's his name :P

Please do not continue to question it, because I am not planning on changing it :D

I would like to put a shout out to a girl who I have yet to meet named Liz. It seems we have some of the same friends, (and the same interests) so we should totally meet :D

Now, on with the story!

Waking up, Germany felt a soft warmth lying next to him. Looking over he saw Italy beside him, in nothing but boxers sleeping in his bed. He was confused as to how they got there. Then he remembered passing out in the kitchen.

Why did this keep happening? Germany reached over and shook Italy lightly.

The small Italian opened his eyes. "Doitsu…" he said sleepily. Slowly he sat up and Germany did the same.

Italy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at Germany. "You've been working too hard," he said, pouting slightly.

"Huh?" Germany said, confused by the statement.

"You're working too hard," repeated Italy. "That's why you keep passing out…"

"Oh," said Germany. Was that really the reason? He was sure it wasn't, but he didn't want to tell Italy that.

"Yeah, I guess I have been," he said. "I'm sorry for causing you to worry."

"No," Italy leaned his head on Germany's shoulder. "I told you-you can depend on me if you want to." He tilted his head up. "I meant it," he kissed Germany's cheek.

"Thank you," Germany acknowledged the gesture by kissing the top of the smaller man's head.

Italy smiled and snuggled closer to Germany. The larger man slipped his arms around Italy and hugged him. They sat there peacefully, taking satisfaction in the small moment. Gradually, Italy moved around, to settle on Germany's lap. They gazed at each other, before Germany gently pressed his lips to Italy's. Reaching up and twisting his fingers in the blond locks at the nape of Germany's neck, Italy returned the kiss. Germany teased the Italian's bottom lip, asking for access. Italy quickly complied and opened his mouth. Germany let his hands rest on Italy's hips as he kissed him deeply. The kiss became more passionate as Italy pulled himself closer.

When they parted, they were both panting, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.

"Italy…" Germany said, blushing and wiping his mouth. "We should stop. My brother could come in at any moment."

Italy shook his head. "No, Prussia and France nii-san left after they brought you up here," said Italy. "He said that he won't be back till tomorrow night."

The thought of being with Italy without any disturbances, all night, left pleasant thoughts in Germany's mind. He felt himself get hot.

"Uh," he coughed. "Do you want to have dinner?" he looked away from Italy.

The smaller man stared at Germany, a curious look on his face.

"Ve~?" Italy cocked his head sideways. "What do you mean? You don't really want to eat, do you?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I?" asked Germany, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Well…" Italy giggled a bit. "I thought your mind might be on, 'other' things right now."

Germany got the gist of what Italy was saying and he swallowed. "N-no! Well yes, b-but I mean-!"

Italy silenced him with a kiss. Germany wanted nothing but to continue the kiss, instead he carefully pried Italy off of him.

"Italy…" his voice became serious. "What we're…I mean, right now. It could lead to…to…" he cursed himself mentally, for being so embarrassed. "…to 'that."

"So?" Italy asked. "You don't want to do 'that'?"

"No, I…of c-course I do!" said Germany. "It's j-just that, I've never been with a-anyone, let alone another m-man…"

He took hold of Italy's hand and squeezed it softly. "If…if we were to do 'that', it should be…"his blush deepened. "…special and romantic. I just we think we should take some time, before doing…'that'."

Italy gave him a kind smile and squeezed back. "I understand," he pecked Germany on the lips. Pulling back, he giggled. "But I didn't know that you had thought so much about it…"

"W-well, I-I…" Germany looked away and covered his face in embarrassment.

That made Italy giggle again. He moved Germany's hand away from his face and began to kiss him. This time Germany didn't stop him. He wrapped his strong arms around Italy's bare upper body, and brought him closer.

As he at there kissing Italy, Germany thought about how all the hugging, the kissing and the gentle touches and sweet words with the smaller man, came more naturally, now that they were together.

Germany was shaken out of his thoughts, when he felt delicate fingers pulling his undershirt up.

"Ah!" he gasped, breaking the kiss. "I-Italy! What are you doing?"

Italy gazed shyly at Germany. "Um, w-well I thought that maybe, since I don't have one, y-you could take your shirt off?"

The German's cheeks went red. "B-but Italy…if I do that…"

"I k-know," Said Italy. "But, I mean, there are 'other' things we can do, besides 'that'," he gave Germany big-hopeful eyes. "Please?"

Taking a deep breath, Germany nodded his head. "F-fine," he began to lift up the fabric.

Italy smiled happily and helped Germany remove the shirt. When it was off, Italy ran his slender fingers over Germany's muscular frame. He traced over his arms, shoulders, neck, chest and stopped once he reached his mid-section. Italy rubbed his hands over Germany's abs. After a moment, a face went beet red and he moved his hands to cover his face.

Germany who had been too embarrassed to say or do anything while Italy had been touching him, stared at Italy in confusion.

"Italy?" he said. "Why a-"

"I'm sorry!" Italy blurted out. "I'm so sorry!" He was still hiding behind his hands.

"Was?" Germany was at a loss. "Italy, what are you talking about? Why are you covering your eyes?"

"I'm sorry!" repeated Italy. "B-but I can't look at you!"

"What do you mean?" Germany furrowed his brow. "Italy you're not making any sense." He reached out and grabbed Italy's hands moving them away from his face.

Italy averted his eyes, his face a deep shade of red. Germany had never seen him blush so hard.

"Italy," he said. "Look at me."

Biting his lip, Italy slowly met Germany's gaze. His eyes wandered over his eyes, nose, lips, jawline and further down. His neck, his chest,and then his stomach.

Germany was about to ask him why he had apologized, when Italy suddenly shivered and squeezed his eyes shut.

"I'm so sorry!" he said again.

"Italy why do you keep-" Germany stopped talking. He had just found the answer to his question. "Oh," the reason for Italy's actions happened to be poking him in the gut. He blushed at the realization.

Italy felt the contact and opened his eyes. Looking at Germany again, tears built up. "I'm sorry!" he said. "You probably think I'm a huge pervert and don't want anything to do with me!" he started babbling and crying. "I-it's just that seeing you like this, I thought certain things a-and I just couldn't help it! Y-you're just s-so sexy and-and," he hiccupped. "I'm sorry! I'm so sor-!"

His jabbering was quieted when Germany kissed him.

"Please stop apologizing," said Germany, as he pulled away. You didn't do anything wrong."

Italy sniffled. "Y-you don't think I'm a total weirdo pervert?" he asked.

"No of course not. Actually…" Germany took a deep breath and gathered as much courage as he could. "Seeing you react like this," he lowered his mouth to Italy's neck," he lowered his mouth to Italy's neck. "I-I've never felt more, attracted…"

He began to kiss along Italy's throat gently.

"Oh! Oh. Ohhhh…" Italy's gasp of shock quickly turned into moans of pleasure, as Germany's mouth continued to caress his neck.

Germany wanted to try something else he had read in one of his books, but was a bit nervous. Slowly he turned his kisses into soft bites. Italy only moaned louder when he felt Germany's teeth scrape his skin.

Taking that as a signal to continue, the German moved his mouth down, biting, sucking and licking along the way. Finally reaching his destination, he gazed at Italy who was making small noises, his eyes shut. Germany swallowed, pushing away his tenseness and embarrassment, and ran his tongue across Italy's nipple.

Italy's eyes flew open in surprise, his body arching at the touch. Germany repeated the action to the other nipple.

"D-Doitsu…" Italy said, looking at him.

"Do you want me to stop?" asked Germany. "D-do you not like it?"

"N-no…" Italy's voice was shaky, his breathing uneven. "It feels good, b-but I want you to kiss me…"

Germany fulfilled his request, quickly connecting their mouths. Italy thread his hands into Germany's hair, bringing him as close as possible. They twirled their tongues together, kissing with zeal.

As they kissed, Germany was reminded by the jabbing in his abdomen, about Italy's 'problem'. It was probably starting to hurt him by now. Germany was unsure what to do. Not that he didn't know how to deal with it, he was just extremely embarrassed to do it. Summoning up as much daring possible, he moved one hand from Italy's hip and began to rub him through his boxers.

Italy's reaction was instant. He moaned into the kiss, eyes open, body arched. Germany continued his actions, causing Italy to pull away from the kiss gasping for air and moaning.

"Nnn! Ohhh…" Italy's hands clutched Germany's hair. "Doi-Doitsu…!"

Germany started to massage the smaller man's neck with his mouth again, quickening the pace of his hand.

The Italian's moans grew louder and more desperate. Germany's own arousal was becoming hard to ignore, the noises Italy was making turning him on like crazy.

Italy was unable to form words, his brain a melty mess. All he could do was focus on the mouth at his throat and the hand stroking him through his underwear. The silk fabric caused the sensation to be more intense. He felt the muscles in his stomach tighten and forced himself to speak.

"G-Germany…I'm going t-to…nnn…"

Hearing Italy's warning Germany increased the pressure. Seconds later, Italy came with a shudder and a gasp. The wetness soaked through the cloth and onto the German's hand.

When the aftershocks of Italy's release ended, he collapsed, leaning against Germany's chest.

"T-thank you," he said panting.

Germany softly kissed his forehead. "No problem."

Italy smiled. Looking down he giggled. "I should return the favour…" he said, noticing the tent in Germany's boxers.

"Ah," Germany blushed. "You don't have to," he said.

"I want to though," said Italy. He laid a hand on the German's knee. "May I?"

Germany shivered slightly at the tough. He nodded. "J-ja…"

Just as Italy's fingers reached the fabric of Germany's shorts, a loud ringing noise was heard.

"Ah!" Italy looked at the night table. "It's my cell phone…"

The two of them stared at the phone until it stopped ringing. Italy resumed his actions, sliding his hand underneath the cloth on the German's leg.

Leaning up, he whispered into the German's ear. "I hope you like it…" He grazed the German's ear with his teeth.

Germany groaned, hearing the seductive way Italy spoke. Bringing their mouths together, Italy pulled away when his phone started to ring again. His lips turned downward into a frown.

"Just answer it," said Germany, his voice husky.

"But-" Italy started.

Germany shook his head. "They're just going to keep calling."

"Fine..." Italy said with a pout. He stood up, grabbed the phone off the table and answered it.

"Hello?" he said, wanting to hurry and continue what he had been doing with Germany.

"Veneziano!" shouted Romano from the other end.

"Ve~? Fratello?" Italy asked confused.

"Yes it's me! Are you okay?" Romano's voice sounded panicked with a hint of anger. "I can't believe that stupid Spaniard sacrificed you to try and get into my pants!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Italy.

"I'm talking about Spain making you stay over night at that pota- German's place!" said Romano. "Who knows what he could do to you!"

"What he could do to me? What do you mean?"

"I mean- Shut up! You stupid, perverted tomato-bastard!" yelled Romano at someone else.

Italy could hear Spain in the background, groaning in pain. "Lovi~" he said. "Why'd you have to hit me so hard?"

"Shut up! Don't call me that!" Romano was shouting so loud that Germany could hear him. "It's your fault for putting my little brother in a position to be taken advantage of and hurt! Who knows what kind of kinky things-!"

"Ve~ Big brother," Italy said, stopping Romano from his ranting. "Doitsu wouldn't take advantage of me, or hurt me," he giggled. "In fact he just made me feel really good. Although I might need to change my underwear…" he said as an afterthought.

"What?" Romano screeched into the phone.

"Ow…" Italy held the phone away from his ear. "You're being to loud…" He lowered the volume. "Anyways, it's my turn to make Germany feel really good, so I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, ciao!"

All that could be heard on the other end before Italy hung up, was Romano's sputtering and swearing.

Italy turned off his phone and tossed it on top of his clothes across the room. Walking to the end of the bed, he jumped on top of Germany, knocking him over so that they were both lying down. He wound his fingers in Germany's hair and kissed him passionately.

The German was a bit shocked at the attack but was in no position to complain. Having lust fueled courage; he placed his hands on Italy's hips, slipping them lower and lower until he reached the Italian's rear. Squeezing it he got a soft moan from Italy.

"Mmm…" Italy spoke low, breathing heavily. "Doitsu really likes to touch me there…"

He moved his arms down. "Personally…" He shoved his hands underneath Germany and groped his behind. "I think your ass is the nicest…"

Germany growled, but the deep blush on his cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Italy. The smaller man giggled and groped harder.

The German quickly took control of the situation by flipping over so that Italy was underneath him. Before Italy could grab him again, Germany pinned his wrists to his sides. As the Italian tried to wiggle out of his grip, Germany sucked at the tender skin on Italy's throat."

"N-not fair," Italy said, moaning. It's my turn to-ohhh….please you…"

"It's your fault for teasing me," said Germany. He moved his mouth to Italy's nipples, making them hard.

"Hah…I-I'm…un, sorry," said Italy. He tried to free himself from Germany's hold again, but was unsuccessful. How was he supposed to satisfy the man above him, if he couldn't use his hands?

Italy tried to think (as much as one can, while an extremely hot German was ravishing them with his mouth), and finally got an idea.

"P-please…" he said. "Let me…ah, touch you." He moved his hips up and grinded against Germany's clothed erection.

Germany stopped his ministrations and tried to suppress a moan. He looked at Italy, their lust-filled eyes meeting and let go of him.

"Grazie," said Italy. He put his hands on Germany's chest and pushed him lightly so that they were both in sitting positions on their knees. He kissed Germany softly on the lips, and placed his hands on the German's thighs. He stared into Germany's blue eyes, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do.

"Italy?" said Germany, noticing that the Italian wasn't doing anything.

The smaller nation put a finger to Germany's lips, a sign to not say anything. Germany watched quietly as Italy, blushing heavily, placed his mouth upon the German's broad chest and began to kiss downward.

With every touch of Italy's lips, Germany felt his body heat up. When Italy reached the waistband of his boxers he paused his movements.

"Um? Ita-?" He was once again silenced by a slim finger. "…" they stayed silent.

"!" suddenly Germany gasped, a low moan escaping his lips. He looked down. Italy was-is…! His already reddened face went an even darker shade.

Italy sucked softly, his tongue pressing against the head of Germany's length. He wetted the fabric, the salty taste of pre-cum in his mouth.

Germany watched him, his member throbbing. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. Italy also seemed to realize this. He pulled back, and slowly slipped Germany's boxers off, revealing his erection.

The larger man shivered when cold air hit his vital regions. Italy just stared, his face a fierce crimson.

"W-wow," he said. "Germany's is really different from mine." He swallowed. "It's so big too…"

"Ah..." Germany turned away flustered. "I-Italy, please don't say such embarrassing things."

Italy giggled lightly. "Sorry Doitsu." He brought his mouth close again hot breath on the member.

Italy watched it twitch slightly. Slowly he licked the tip, then up and down the length.

Germany tried not to moan, but it wasn't easy. When he felt teeth scrape gently across the head he took a sharp intake of air.

"I-Ita…" he said. Italy repeated his action, causing Germany to groan. Italy looked up, seeing a Germany's face twisted in pleasure. He grazed his teeth on the tip again, before taking the organ into his mouth.

The blond Germany moaned loudly when he felt the wet heat that was Italy's mouth engulf him. When the Italian began to bob his head, Germany grabbed the back of the smaller man's head, knotting his fingers in brunet hair. He though back to what France had said to him earlier. France was wrong. Italy wasn't skilled, he was godly.

Italy let his tongue run along the bottom of the length, sucking and humming. Germany tried holding back the embarrassing noises he was making, but Italy didn't want him to. Reaching up he began to massage Germany's balls with his hand. This caused the larger man to grip Italy's hair tightly and bring him closer, forcing him to deep throat. Italy didn't pull back.

"I-Italy…nnn!" Germany resisted the urge to thrust, not wanting to choke the smaller man. As Italy continued his actions, German felt himself getting closer. A few more minutes and Germany knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"C-close..." is all he could say through the haze of pleasure. Italy pulled back just a little letting his tongue rub the pulsing length.

"Ita…I can't…nng!" Germany climaxed, his fluids filling Italy's mouth. He tried to swallow it, but there was too much and he chocked a bit.

"A-are you okay?" asked Germany when his aftershocks subsided. He looked at Italy who was stared back at him a grin on his face.

"Yes, I'm okay," he said. "Although it didn't taste that good…"

Germany blushed. "Ah, um, sorry," he said, unsure of what else to say.

Italy hugged him and giggled. "It's fine," he brought his face close to Germany's. "Did you like it?"

"Um, well…I," he cleared his throat. "Y-yes, it was vey…nice."

"Good!" said Italy before pecking Germany on the lips, and leaning his head in the crook of his muscular neck. Germany wrapped his arms around him and they just sat there holding each other. The tranquility was nice, but Germany knew that they need to move.

"Italy," he said breaking the silence. "We need to, um, cleanup."

"Ve~? Oh, right," Italy blushed. "Do you have an extra pair on underwear?"

"Y-yeah," said Germany. Slowly they both got up. Germany, pulling up his boxers, went into his bathroom and got two towels. He gave one to Italy and walked over to his dresser to get them both a change of underwear. After taking off his dirty underwear and cleaning himself, he pulled on a pair of red silk boxers.

"Aren't those the pair I gave you for Christmas, one time?" asked Italy, who had also ditched his dirty boxers for the blue pair Germany had given him, after wiping himself off.

"Oh, yes," Germany said blushing. He picked up both pieces of dirty clothing and the towels, throwing them into the laundry room. Walking back to the bed he laid down next to Italy, who had already crawled under the covers. Italy snuggled close to him, and Germany draped his arm around the smaller man. Italy sighed contently.

"Hey, Doitsu?" he said after a few minutes.

"Yes?" said Germany. He gazed at the small brunet.

"I-um," he was blushing. "Y-you liked what we did r-right?"

"W-well," Germany said. "I…y-yes. I did."

"T-then," he began to fiddle with the necklace around his neck. "D-do you think we could, um… g-go all the way next time? Maybe…s-soon?"

Germany could hear the slight hope and embarrassment in Italy's words. He didn't really know what to say. He thought about it and came up with an answer.

"N-next week," he mumbled, blushing.

"Ve~?" said Italy. He didn't hear what Germany said. "What was that?"

"I said," he cleared his throat. "N-next week, the day after the world meeting, t-that's when-when…" he was too embarrassed to continue.

Italy didn't say anything. Instead he smiled happily and nuzzled his head into Germany's chest. "Okay," he whispered against the skin. "Good night."

"Goodnight, Italy," said Germany, kissing the top of his head.

Translations:

Was- What

Ja- Yes/Yeah

Fratello- Brother

Ciao- Bye

Grazie- Thank You

I want to explain a bit about this chapter. I'm sure some of you are thinking that Italy really wouldn't be that forward, but I disagree. If Italy had been in love with Germany for decades, he would have a lot of built up sexual frustration, especially for a country of passion/love. Germany would also have those frustrations, but he would have more control over them, being a soldier and all.

Also I wonder if you guy's consider this smut? I really don't want it to be .

What about the whole Italy getting crazy embarrassed? Germany's stuttering? The whole part with Romano? I really hope you guy's liked this chapter. If you have any questions/requests please don't be afraid to ask, I'd love to hear what you guy's have to say :D

I don't know when I'll be able to get the next chapter out because I have to worry about culminating projects and exams :P not to mention Anime North which is coming up really soon. (I'm going as a female Germany! XD)

Please read and review! You guys make my day :D