91. Stop sending me nudes.
The timer for the oven and Germany's phone rang at the same time. "Ugh, not now," said Germany, looking at his hands covered in oven mitts. He would have to get the phone after getting the cake out.
"Germany?" asked a sleepy Italy from the room. "Are you baking?"
"Uhmm…"
"It's midnight."
"I…couldn't sleep…," said Germany, leaving the cake on the counter. His phone rang again. A message.
"I'll get your phone," said Italy, walking out of the room, naked except for one of Germany's shirts.
"Don't go out like that, you'll get sick. Besides, it's probably Prussia."
Only his brother sent messages this late at night. His brother and Italy.
Italy was silent for so long that Germany took off his apron and went to look for him.
He stood next to the couch, trying really hard to not laugh, and so red in the face, he looked like Romano when he was embarrassed.
"I-it…really was Prusshhhiahahaha!" he said, and laughed so hard, he fell to the floor, clutching his stomach.
Germany looked into his phone to see Prussia, France and Spain dancing naked on a fountain.
"Stop sending me nudes." He wrote back, and picked up Italy to take him back to bed.