Germany got everything prepared for Italy. First, he washed the sheets of the bed. Next, he made reservations at the nicest restaurant in Berlin for tomorrow night. Being who he was, it wasn't hard for the restaurant to squeeze them in. He did so as he drove to the dry cleaners to drop off his nice suit. He knew Italy already had a plethora of nice suits, all of which were dry cleaned. Despite the fact that he was sloppy, Italy did take his fashion seriously when it mattered, which Germany always appreciated. He knew what to wear to certain occasions.

Afterwards, he got back to his house. He tidied it up a bit more than usual. He knew that Italy probably wouldn't notice it much, but he figured that it would just make him feel better. Lastly, he shoved away all of those books, taking one last look at them before Italy came home.

Next, he went to go pick up Italy at the airport. He cancelled his partners original ride and headed over himself with his own driver. Then he called Prussia.

"Hallo, the awesome Prussia speaking." His brother answered. Germany grunted.

"Hallo brother. I just wanted to make sure that you'll be sticking to your plans for once and not be coming home anytime soon."

"No, I'm not coming home soon. You sound even more uptight than usual, what's up?"

"It seems you're not the only one who likes to rearrange plans on others, he's coming home early." The blonde nation said, crossing his legs.

"Ooh~, how fun! You finally gonna become a man?" There was a strangled breath on the other end of the line that had Prussia chuckling.

"How did you know that?!"

"Instinct, little bruder. The awesome me knows everything."

"Whatever, just don't be coming home. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I've got to go. I'm picking up Italy at the airport."

"Rock his world little bro." Germany hung up the phone, tired of his older brothers pervertedness.

He walked in the airport, waiting at the end of the gate where Italy should be coming from. Germany was a patient man, soon enough the people from the flight were all fileing in his direction. But his focus was on a certain hunched over Italian who bounced back to his perky, joyous self at the sight of the German.

He pushed past the crowd, shoving his way to his smiling boyfriend. He dropped his bags as the taller mans feet, leaping up to wrap his arms around him and connect their lips together. Germany blushed slightly, never really being one for PDA, but he didn't really care. He ignored the stares, the squeals of some teenage girls, and even the disgusted scoffs and groans of some older people. All that mattered was that Italy was home with him and in his arms.

"I've missed Germany so much." Italy said as he pulled away and rested his head on Germany's chest. Germany cleared his throat, giving the latter the hint to climb off of him. Italy smiled weakly as Germany carried his bags to the car.

Once they got in the back seat of the car, Germany pulled up the divider,separating the front of the car to the back so they could have a little more privacy. Italy allowed himself to be seated across Germany's lap. He was a little uncomfortable with the lack of safety, but at the same time couldn't care less. How could he when he had a steamy Italian on his lips and whose hands were running through his hair, messing it. Germany's were occupied as well. One arm was around Italy's petite waist while the other hand was pulling his neck in closer.

"I love it when Germany it like this." Italy said against his lips. Germany smirked for a moment, knowing that the man was going to get exactly what he just wished for soon.

He was right, though. It was late in the evening when Italy had arrived home, and he wanted nothing more than to plop on the bed and fall asleep.

Since they were alone and at home Germany had no problem meeting Italy's request of carrying him bridal style into the house and upstairs.

Italy stripped down to his boxers and tank top, climbing into the bed with the German. They had gotten used to a spooning position, which Germany found out he actually enjoyed.

"So, what happened to your brother?" Germany asked against Italy's neck.

"He's fine. He told me he's going on a trip and that I should go home. So I did!" Italy said, with his eyes closed and ready for sleep.

"Are you sure he'll be fine?"

"Yes. I know Romano."

"If you say so." They snuggled closer together and fell asleep. Germany was mentally preparing, before he drifted off, for tomorrow night.

Romano drove to a hotel in Barcelona. He drove all day and well into the evening. It wasn't until much later on in the evening when his aching stomach won over him and he pulled over to a nice diner. He ate and went to check into a hotel.

It was past midnight when he finally lied down on his bed, smelling and wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing for the past two days now. He knew that he didn't want to look like this when he went to go see Spain tomorrow, so he planned on showering and buying some clothes tomorrow before he hit the road again.

He sighed, thinking that he was crazy. Maybe he was. But he was too far into this now to go back or to give up. Romano loved Spain and he was ready to come to terms with that.

Romano felt his stomach doing flips in anticipation. He rolled over to his side, bringing the covers up to his chin and falling asleep.

Hey, sorry this chapter is short. But I promise the next chapter will be much longer. I just really needed this chapter to set everything off for the next one (maybe two if I divide it.) Hope you guys are enjoying it!