Swing: GermanyxN. Italy


Germany always worried when he couldn't find Italy. If it had been anyone else, he would have shrugged it off. They'd find their way back. It was of no concern unless they'd been gone for an extended period of time.

But not Italy. The nation had this tendency to just float off at random points, and usually that lead to trouble. They weren't even in a time of war right now and Italy still managed to walk straight into danger so very often. To call him accident prone would be the understatement of the century.

So when he woke up that morning, and Italy's warm red hair was no longer tickling his bare chest, he frowned. He checked around the house, asking Prussia if he'd seen the Italian. Prussia shrugged and told him he'd seen him walk outside earlier, that was all.

"Which direction did he go?"

"No idea."

Germany sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his unkempt morning hair. He slipped on a pair of boots and walked out the door, in search of his missing partner.

It was over an hour later when Germany finally heard a familiar exuberant voice. He was at the bottom of a green grassy knoll when Italy's joyful laughter flitted into his ears. So he was okay. Good

He strided up the hill, long legs making the trip a quick one, and exhaled in exasperation when his eyes met with Italy. He'd found an old rope tire swing, tied to a tree. It appeared as if it had been long abandoned, and Italy was the first to rediscover it. He was swinging back and forth his eyes closed and his grin wide. The wind carried him along, and his clothes and hair sifted in an early morning summer breeze. As was usual, Italy's joie de vivre was infectious.

"Germany, Germany!" Italy registered the presence of the other nation. He laughed and attempted to slow the swing down, leaping off of it. But Italy was Italy, and Germany quickly noticed that he was not about to land softly. Indeed, he'd leapt off when the swing was far too high.

Germany darted over and caught the smaller country in his strong arms, swinging him around two times before settling him gently onto his feet. Italy placed his hands on Germany's chest and gave him a sweet smile. "You were gone when I woke up, Italy."

Italy frowned. "Ah well, I wanted to go on a walk. I'd seen this tire swing a couple of weeks ago and I thought it would be fun, but Germany, you don't usually like childish things like that, so I came on my own."

Germany's cheeks pinked and his blue eyes fell downcast. He cleared his throat. "I don't... mind swings."

The other country's expression brightened. "I'll make sure that I definitely invite you next time, then!" He placed his elbows on Germany's shoulders and stepped up onto his tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to Germany's lips.

Germany nodded, his hands now on the small of Italy's back. "I'd like that."