The sun was rising by the time Italy managed to stumble his way home from the celebrations. And how he had managed to make it home was added to hazy blur of the rest of the evening. There may have been some singing, Japan might have pulled off his shirt and thrown it to some far corner of the room while America watched in quiet amusement, and at some point they might have kissed. Though whether or not any of that had actually happened he would save to reflect on tomorrow. He chuckled as he opened the door. The night could not get any better.

But the surprise waiting for him inside proved otherwise. Reclined on a chair just inside his home, his head tilted backwards as far as it would go over the back or it and snoring was Germany. Italy giggled as he shut the door and took off his shoes and coat. Had he waited here for him all night? How cute, he thought as he crept across the room and eased himself into the other's lap. "Germany~" He whispered into the other's ear, running one finger down the other's nose.

Germany must have been pretty tired if instead of reacting to it by sitting up and looking to defend himself he just scrunched up his face and continued to sleep. The Italian pursed his lips and jabbed a finger into his ribs. "Wake up, Germany."

The blonde groaned and muttered in protest, earning another sharp poke to his side and causing his eyelids to slowly peel themselves up to reveal the deep violet of his iris. Italy sat up straighter, keeping his eyes trained on his companion's ones. He'd spent hours gazing into the other's eyes and knew well the shade of blue that Germany's were. And this wasn't anywhere near close.

The blonde blinked slowly, opening his mouth into a wide yawn and finishing into a soft and comfortable smile. Italy bristled. The only exception being the eyes, everything else appeared to be like Germany. His hair wasn't in its usual sleek style, though that was normal for when the nation slept. The scar was still present on the other's face just as it had been before on the same face he always knew.

He tensed further when hands held onto his waist. "Germany," he said slowly, turning his head slightly to watch everything the other did, "what are you doing?"

Germany chuckled and pulled his hips forward and closer to him. "Nothing…."

"This isn't nothing." Italy hissed, prying one of the hands away and glaring. "You need to explain."

"Or what?" Germany grinned widely, "What will you do to me?"

Italy shook his head. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me-"

"Don't lie to me!" This got the other's attention and he took a moment to pause and collect himself. "This isn't like you. You're acting differently."

Germany nodded slowly, turning those bright violet eyes up to him. "Don't you like it?"

"Like it?" The brunette crossed his arms, "Why should I like it?"

"Because I am changing for you." He struggled to pull one of Italy's hands closer to him, holding it gently and brushing a few kisses against the fingers. "I want you to be happy."

"And your eyes?"

"What about them?" The German muttered, attention still focused on his hand moving up to his wrist.

"They're different." Italy responded plainly, fairly intrigued into Germany's actions now. Between the buzz of lingering alcohol and the lack of prompts and directions he was giving the other of what to do he was beginning set aside some of his doubts.

"Does it bother you?" Germany pulled him forward as he continued up his arm.

"A little…" Italy grumbled, melting ever so slightly onto the blonde's chest.

Germany hummed and jumped forward to his neck, nipping lightly and grazing his teeth across his skin. "But they match yours." He whispered quietly, returning his hands to Italy's hips while the other was momentarily distracted.

If Italy was able to be distracted. His hands moved over the top of Germany's and he pulled away enough to meet the other's gaze. "Is it like what has happened to the others? It's your turn to become something different?"

"If it is?" A charming smile spread across his face. "You changed as well."

Italy pursed his lips making the other chuckle. "I can prove am I still devoted to you."

"And how will you do that?" he replied, raising an eyebrow.

Germany's fingers tightened on his hips and dragged slowly down to his thighs. "We could celebrate your victory."

"My victory?" Italy smirked, "What could you mean?"

"You are the leader of the axis, so it is only suitable that you lead this world now."

"You are beginning to sound like America with your flattery."

Germany pouted. "I hope you aren't trying to have him replace me."

Italy smiled, leaning forward to catch his lips. "Never. But you don't want any of it?"

"That would be responsibility," the blonde shook his head, "I don't want any of that. You can have it all. Consider it… a gift."

Italy chuckled and hummed, kissing him again. "It is the best gift I have ever received."

Germany continued to smile brightly, sitting up slightly in his chair. "Isn't there something you should be asking me? Something you promised you would do once the war was complete and we had won?"

Italy blinked and smiled. "Want to hear it now?"

"I cannot think of a better time."

"Germany, " he began slowly, "Will you marry me?"

AN: I'm sorry... It's terrible... I took time off for the holidays last week but I hope you all had a nice time and a happy new year.