DON'T KILL ME! TT_TT I am soooooo sorry about the late update, life has just been hectic. OTL good news is that I am finished writing the story :D Now I just got to type it all up ^^;

So my reasoning would be for one, I ran away from home during summer, and was house hoping among my awesome Tomato Crate buddies, making writing a story a bit dificult ^^; I am back home now though (not that I want to be...) I also had like a million cosplay meetups, which were epically awesome :3 Hopefully I'll be posting some up on my dA. (I doubt my lazy ass will get around to it though. OTL)

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Germany walked into the empty conference room, sighing heavily. Sitting down he thought about the conversation he had with Italy earlier that week

…

"I'm sorry Doitsu!I have-Achoo!-Acold!" Italywhinedontheotherendofthephone. "Romano says tha tI can't go out at all!"

"Italy it's fine, calm down," Germany said. "It is good if you stay home and get better."

"B-but then I can't-Achoo! -see you!"

"If you get better, then I can see you at the world meeting."

"But that's so far away~!"

"It's only a few days"

…

"A few days, huh," Germany muttered to himself. Although it embarrassed him to admit it, he had never looked forward to a world meeting, more than he did now. He kinda-sorta-really missed the happy-go-lucky Italian. For the past couple of days, he hadn't even been able to talk to him over the phone, because Italy had gotten a fever.

Besides missing the smaller man, Germany was also worried about him. When he had spoken to him over the phone, he hadn't sounded very well and when Romano had called Germany to say that Italy was too sick with fever to talk on the phone, it only caused the German man more concern.

Almost as if on cue, the exact person Germany was thinking about walked into the room.

"Doitsu!" Italy said happily, running over to the larger man.

"Italy," said Germany, smiling at seeing the other in a healthy condition. Italy jumped onto his lap and hugged him. "I missed you so much!"

"I…I missed you too," Germany responded, blushing and hugging Italy back.

Italy pulled back a little so that their faces were only an inch apart.

"I was so bored without you there," said Italy. "And when I got that fever, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Germany blushed again. "I…me too. I mean I thought about y-you too."

"Really?" asked Italy.

Germany just nodded Italy giggled and kissed the larger man. They pressed their mouths together, moving in rhythm. Italy started to part his lips but Germany pulled away from the kiss.

Italy looked at him with confused eyes.

"We shouldn't…" said Germany. "This is the meeting room, someone could come in."

"But the meeting isn't for another hour," Italy said. "And no one but you comes in this early."

Germany still looked unconvinced. Italy leaned and whispered in his ear. "Bitte?"

In that one moment Germany decided that he really liked it when Italy spoke German. He couldn't find any words, so he simply nodded again. This made Italy smile.

"Danke," he said softly against Germany's lips. The larger man quickly pushed his tongue into Italy's mouth, kissing him deeply.

After a few minutes, they were in a very heavy make out session.

Germany knew that they should stop before things got out of hand. Opening his eyes, he noticed Italy's silly hair curl. Thinking that he could calm the Italian down, he reached up and pulled on it.

Italy did exactly what Germany expected; he stopped moving and became quiet, but he also did something that Germany didn't expect.

A soft moan passed through the smaller mans lips. He clutched onto the fabric of Germany's suit a shiver running through his body.

"Italy?" Germany stared at the smaller man on top of him. He lowered his hand away from the curl, but accidentally pulled it again.

"Doitsu…!" Italy moaned, tilting his head back. He looked at back at Germany, a heavy blush on his cheeks. "You really shouldn't do that," he bent down, kissing Germany forcefully. Slowly he pressed his groin against Germany's. This caused the larger man to suppress a groan. He now understood what Spain had been talking about.

He was at a loss to what to do. It was difficult for him to focus when his horny Italian boyfriend was grinding against him on his lap. He was quickly losing himself to the heat, even beginning to grope the smaller man's behind, when he felt lithe fingers undoing his belt.

The thought of what was going to happen next was enough that Germany felt his blood rush south. In the back of his mind, his common sense was shouting at him, telling him to stop this, before it got to far, but in all honesty he was way to turned on to stop.

Italy had already had already managed to undo the buckle and the top bottom of Germany's pants. He began to undo the zipper, rubbing his hand over the bulge. Carefully he began to slip his hand into the opening.

"A-hem, could you two please refrain from doing such vulgar things in the meeting room? You are causing a crowd."

Germany and Italy froze. Pulling away from each other, they turned to face a very flustered looking Austria.

"Aw, why'd you have to ruin their fun?" said another voice.

The two in the chair looked towards the door. Germany felt his face burn in shame. Standing there was Hungary (with her camera), England, America, France, Russia, China, Japan (who was holding something that suspiciously looked a camcorder), South Korea, a blond that that looked somewhat like America, Belgium (with her cat-like smile), Lithuania and Poland who seemed to be texting on his phone (probably about the new bit of gossip he had just witnessed).

Italy climbed off Germany, blushing like mad.

"W-what are you doing here?" asked Germany as he tried to compose himself. He redid the buttons on his shirt (when had Italy managed to undo them?).

"What do you mean 'what are we doing here?'" asked an embarrassed England. "It is a world meeting."

"I-I know that!" retorted Germany. "I meant what are you doing here so early? The meeting isn't supposed to start for at least an hour."

"What?" England looked confused. "Didn't you two get the notice? The meeting was rescheduled for an hour earlier…" he looked at over at a certain blond who was stuffing his face with a hamburger. "America!" he yelled. "Didn't I tell you to call everyone?"

The younger man stopped eating and answered. "But I did Iggy! When I called Germany's place, Prussia picked up. He said he'd make sure to let him know." With that America went back to eating his burger. "Oh," he added" and when I called the Italies, Romano picked up."

"That explains it," Thought Germany as he began to pull up the zipper on his pants. Prussia was just being an ass by not telling mentioning it and Italy and probably left before Romano had the chance to tell him.

Just as Germany was doing up his pant button, he heard someone from behind the crowd of nations speak out.

"Why the hell are you guys blocking the damn door?" Romano said, pushing through them. "What is everyo-" he stopped mid-sentence. He looked back and forth between Germany and Italy, who were both still blushing and dishevelled looking. He also looked at Germany while he hurriedly did up his belt.

You could almost see the cogs in Romano's mind turning as he took in what he was seeing. Spain came in the room a moment later, looking at Romano and the couple.

"Ah…Ita-chan, we were wondering where you had gone," said the Spaniard, laughing nervously as he watched Romano.

Italy just smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I just wanted to see Doitsu..."

The voice of his brother seemed to snap Romano from his thoughts. Suddenly he was shaking with rage and glaring at Germany.

"Potato Bastard!"

It took both Spain and America to drag Romano out of the room, before he strangled his brother's boyfriend.

More nations had come and the meeting was now almost over. Romano (who had calmed down) was sitting next to Spain while shooting death glares at Germany. Germany himself was not really paying much attention to the meeting. Instead he had been watching Italy as he slept.

"-many?"

"Ah!" Germany sat up looking fort who had called his name. He blushed when he noticed that some of the other nations were staring and snickering at him.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" he said.

England cleared his throat. "I was asking you if you had anything to add before we end the meeting?"

"Oh, um no, please go ahead and end the meeting," said Germany.

"Alright then," England said. "Meeting adjourned."

The room broke out into small chattering as nations packed up to go home. Germany stood up and walked over to Italy, shaking him to wake him up.

"Mmm…" Italy stirred and rubbed his eye. He lifted his head and looked at Germany. "Doitsu…" he said sleepily.

Italy stretched and stood up. When he was standing next to Germany, he went on his tippy-toes and kissed his softly. This made the larger man blush.

"Hey you two! Didn't you get enough of that this morning?" America's voice rang out.

Germany pulled away from Italy to notice that they had suddenly become centre of attention again.

He watched as America approached the two of them, Japan following behind.

"Hi, Japan!" Italy said cheerfully.

"Hello Italy-kun, hello Germany-san," said Japan, bowing slightly. "I'm sorry I did not greet you earlier, but….."

"You two were getting kinda hot 'n' heavy," America finished crudely, slapping Japan on the back. "Right?"

"Uh…"

"Ahem," Germany cleared his throat, still blushing. "Was there something you wanted America?"

"Huh? Oh, I just came over to congratulate you two. It's about time you finally get together."

"Yes. I agree," added Japan.

"Thank you," said Italy giggling.

"Even if you two are now a couple, it doesn't mean you can do such things in the meeting room."

The four of them turned to look at Austria who had walked over to them.

"I-I'm sorry about that," said Germany. "I should not have let myself lose control like that…"

"Ve~ Germany it's not your fault," Italy said. "I should've told you about my curl…"

"But Italy-"

"Okay! I've had enough of your guys' sappy love moment, so I'm outta here!" America interrupted. "See ya later!"

Japan quickly said goodbye as he was pulled away by America.

"So, Germany," Austria said, completely ignoring America's absence. "I would like to invite you over tonight."

Germany looked at Austria. "What do you want me to do?" he asked with a sigh.

"Can't I just invite you over? It's been a long time since we've talked," said Austria with a huff. "But I am clearing out some storage and it would be nice if you could help," he added.

Germany just sighed again. "Fine."

"Good, then we will leave after Hungary is done talking to Belgium.

"Ve~ Doitsu, I think fratello wants to go now…" Italy said, pointing to Romano who was standing by the door glaring in their direction.

"It does seem that way," said Germany.

Italy pouted. "I wish I could stay longer. But at least I get to see you tomorrow, right?" he said, blushing.

"Y-yes," answered Germany thinking about what they had planned for following night.

"Ve~" Italy hugged Germany and leaned up so he could kiss him. The blonde bent down a little, capturing Italy's lips in a chaste kiss. He didn't want to kiss in front of Austria, but he didn't want to hurt the smaller man's feelings either.

After the small kiss, Italy said goodbye to the both of them and walked over to his brother, and they left.

An awkward silence was left between Germany and Austria. Even though it had been many years since Italy had been under Austria's care, he still thought of the younger man as his child of sorts. So it was out of his comfort zone to be seeing Italy kissing anyone, let alone Germany. He also felt sort of protective of Italy, a sudden urge to hit Germany for touching the small Italian in such a way.

"You are planning gon seeing Italy tomorrow he asked non-chalantly as they waited for Hungary.

"Oh, yes. We have...um, plans," Germany said.

"Plans?" said Austria, a hint of suspicion in his voice. "What sort of plans?"

"W-well-"

"Hello Germany!"

The two men turned to see Hungary walking towards them.

"Ah, Hungary. It's good to see you again," Germany greeted her, thankful for the distraction.

"Will you be joining us tonight?" she asked standing next to Austria.

"Yes I will,"

"Well then, let's get going!" she said happily.

"Alright guys, I'm going to make a dinner now. Have fun cleaning!"

Austria and Germany were left sitting in the aristocrat's living room, as Hungary headed off to the kitchen.

"So what is it that you wanted to clean exactly?"

"The attic. It has become a bit to stuffy up there for my liking," the Austrian stood up. "Follow me."

The two of them walked down the hallway until they reached the pull string hanging from the ceiling. Austria brought down the ladder and walked up into the attic. Germany quickly followed.

"If you could, go through these boxes and throw out anything broken, rotten or moth eaten," Austria pointed to a group of boxes that were stacked messily in a corner.

"Sure," answered Germany, as he headed towards the boxes.

After about ten minutes of cleaning, Germany had gone through three boxes and Austria had only gone through one box from his own stack.

"Lazyaristocrat," Germany thought to himself.

"So Germany," Austria suddenly said, taking a pause from his cleaning. "How do you feel now that you and Italy are together?"

Germany blushed at the question. "I-I guess I'm happy…I mean I am happy," he cleared his throat, and continued to go through a box.

"Hmmm," Austria casually picked up an old book that was mouldy and threw it into the garbage pile. "Are you two sleeping together now? And I don't mean just sharing a bed."

Germany dropped the black hat he had been inspecting. "Wh-what? N-no! Why would you even ask that?" he was blushing so hard that the tips of his ears were pink.

"Well after your little display this morning, I wasn't sure," answered Austria non-chalantly, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

"This morning was an accident…" said Germany, picking up the hat and placing it in the 'to keep' pile. Reaching into the box and pulling out another item, his face paled when he saw what he was holding.

"Didn't look much like an accident to me," Austria said, starting on another box.

"A-Austria…" Germany's voice came out in a whisper.

"Huh?" Austria turned around to look at Germany, who was holding a little green maid's dress.

"Th-this…"

"Oh? That used to belong to Italy. He used to live under my care, along with another young boy."

"I-Italy…" Germany kneeled on the ground. Dropping the dress and clutching his head.

"What do your people give to the person they like?"

"Uh, a k-kiss I think…"

"K-kiss? Alright," he leaned forward and whispered softly before their lips touched. "I have loved you since the 900's…Italy."

It was like a dam had broken. Germany's mind was flooded with memories. Memories of living in Austria's house, spending time with Italy, memories of war, of dying. Memories of begging to be given another chance, a chance to see his love one last time before he died, and a memory of crimson red eyes.

Germany took a huge gasp of air, his heart beating like crazy.

"Germany? Are you okay?" Austria asked worriedly, having been told about his recent passing outs.

"That boy…" Germany said his voice unusually calm. "The one who lived under your care, along with Italy…his name was Holy Roman Empire..."

"Um, y-yes. That was his name," answered Austria, caught a bit off-guard by the statement. "How did you know that?"

"Because," Germany looked up at Austria, a blank look on his face. "I was Holy roman Empire."

Translation:

Bitte-Please

Danke-Thank You

Fratello-Brother

Cliff hanger! Yeah you guys probs hate me more now ^^; but I had to end it like this! So now you must wait paitently until I type up the next chapter :3 and reviews recieve a slice of my GF's and mine's awesome Hetalia Day cake! Happy belated Hetalia Day everyone~!