*a couple of days later*

Italy and Germany laid comfortably and contently on the German's bed. They faced each other, lips connected and working. The rest of their bodies also moved. Italy's hands roamed up and down the delicious abs on Germany's body. Germany's hands were also occupied, running up and down Italy's back, always stopping to rub circles around his waist.

Getting carried away, Italy decided to use the hand that was around the back of Germany's neck and pressing his lips harder onto his. He also took his hand that was running up and down his abdomen and brought it underneath the blue button up shirt that he had been wearing. Much to the needy Italian's disliking, the German pushed his hands away and pulled down his shirt.

However, Italy was a little more persistent on these sort of matters. He pulled the shirt back up, moving his hand up and down the hard abs. He let out a small, "Mmmm" to let him know he was serious. Nonetheless, Germany continued to pull his shirt back down whenever Italy pulled it back up. This time he added through the tangled lips,

"Feliciano . . . stop . . ." Not listening, the brunette decided to take it a step further. This time, he pulled up Ludwig's shirt and began to undo his belt. Ludwig fidgeted. "I . . . said . . ." he unzipped his pants, beginning to move them down. "I said stop!" He hastily pushed the lusty Italian away from him and pulled up his pants, tucking in his shirt. Feliciano, however, was too frustrated and leapt up from the bed right away.

"What? What is it?" Germany questioned.

"Why do you keep pushing me away? I thought we were being intimate." Italy whined.

"We were, we were being too intimate. I want to take this relationship slow, to-"

"Do it right I know, I know! Can't we just," He said moving closer, "indulge?"

"Absolutely not. Italy, we will be at that stage of our relationship soon." He said, moving over and grabbing Italy's gentle hands in his own and kissing his knuckles. "But, before that happens, I want to make sure that you're comfortable with this relationship. You weren't exactly ecstatic to be in this relationship. It took a lot of persuasion from a lot of people, and a cheesy love song. I want to make sure it's what you want."

"I want you, Ludwig." Feliciano practically begged. And as much as Ludwig wanted to, he only sighed and brought the hands away from his lips.

"Soon. Just be patient. Okay?" Feliciano sighed disappointedly.

"Okay."

"Good. Now, I'm going to get some work done. Why don't you work on dinner? Would you like some pasta?" Italy's eyes practically lit up at the name.

"Si! Let's have pasta!"

"Alright, I'll be in my office."

"Alright." He agreed, placing his lips on the Germans before he left to finish his work. Once he was out of the room, Feliciano only flopped back onto the bed. He let out a sigh of disappointment.

Darn, I really thought that would work. Oh well, I'll try next time. Perhaps I could ask big brother France before next time. He seems to know a lot about these kind of things. Yeah, I'll call him tomorrow and ask him. Feliciano looked over at the clock. Hmmm . . . it's still a bit early to get started on dinner. He flipped through his phone, thinking of things to do. He went through his contacts, thinking of someone to call or text when he came across Romano's name. I should call, he was really angry with me last time we talked. But he'll yell at me.

Italy thought about it for a moment but decided to call Romano anyway.

The phone rang a couple of times before he got Romano's voice on the other end.

"FELICIANO! What the fuck?! Four days and no call! Did you actually go home with that bastard?! I can't believe out of all of the gorgeous women in the world, you go for the potato bastard! What the hell is wrong with you?! When are you coming home?!" Italy flinched at the loud angry voice emiting from the other end.

"Romano, don't be upset. I just went home with Germany, is all-"

"Oh God!" Romano let out in disgust. "You two slept together?! I'll fucking kill him for laying his perverted fingers on my baby brother!"

"Romano, calm down. We didn't have sex." He could hear Romano let out a sigh of relief. "Well, at least not yet."

"Scussi? What the fuck did you just say? Are you trying to sleep with him?"

"Yes, I really want to. But he keeps pushing me away."

"Good! I don't have to worry."

"But Romano," Italy sat up, crossing his legs, "I want to make love-" Romano scoffed as Feliciano continued, "make love to Germany but he says he want to take the relationship slow. I think that we've been friends for a really long time, and we love each other. What do I do?" Romano smirked on the other end.

"Perhaps he just doesn't want to have sex with you. Did you ever think about that?" Feliciano was silent for a moment.

" . . . no."

"Perhaps he's still really into women and can't get used to the fact that you're a guy." Italy shook his head, not believing a word.

"No, I don't think that's it. He just wants to take things slowly, he's old fashioned like that." Feliciano smiled as he twirled the iron cross in his fingers.

"Pfft, whatever. I'm going to hang up."

"Wait, Romano?"

"What is it?" Romano breathed, rather annoyed.

"Can I ask you what happened to Spain? After you left he was kind of moody. He looked really sad, like an abandoned puppy and left early. He said it was nothing but I don't know."

"Why would I know anything about that bastard?" Despite the harsh language, the tone was calm. In fact, it was far too calm, especially for Romano.

"Well," Italy gulped, "you're closer to him than anyone-"

"Yeah, well, things change." Italy lifted an eyebrow.

"Romano, are you and Spain okay?"

"I have to go, I'm not talking about this."

"But, Romano."

"Ciao!" And like that hung up. Feliciano looked at his phone to see that words CALL ENDED flashing in red.

That was strange for him to hang up like that. Even for Romano! Italy got up, stretching and walking to the kitchen when an idea popped in his head. Spain and France are friends, maybe when I go over tomorrow Spain will be there and I can ask him myself. Yup, that's the plan.

Feliciano smiled and began to make dinner.