That Night
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"Germany-" Italy asked following Germany towards his room.
"No." Germany stated
"Please,"
"No."
"Please, you let me last night." Italy continued, posting his argument. Germany waited a moment before replying. He had to agree that Italy had a point, but his high pitch voice irritated him.
"Fine." Germany relented exasperated. Italy squealed happily, grabbing Germany's arm and clinging to it. Germany yanked his arm out of Italy's grasp. He opened his mouth ready to change his mind; honor was the only thing that made him close it without saying a word. Italy didn't reach again for Germany, rather, he smiled innocently. Germany let a small smile affect his composure, the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.
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Next Night
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"Germany," Italy began
"Fine." Germany replied; not angry or irritated. Italy hesitantly reached out to hug him. Germany made no move to stop him and Italy, encouraged, hugged him tight resting his head on Germany's chest. Germany endured it for a moment before picking Italy off him.
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Two Nights Later
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"Will you tuck me in?" Italy asked when they reached the room surprising Germany.
"Okay," Germany said uncertain as he gave in to the hopeful eyes. He squat down next to the pallet as Italy crawled under the blanket. Germany pulled the green wool blanket up to Italy's chin. This was the first time he tucked someone in. Unsure Germany smoothed the cover and tucked it loosely under the edges of the mat. He started to stand then paused.
"Is this good?" Germany asked honestly wondering.
"Yep." Italy replied in his ever cheerful voice. Germany nodded then turned off the lights. Only after turning away from Italy though, did he smile.