A/U: I'm not good at titles! :O Sorry, I've had this done for a while but I thought it was already up. Also, I still have to write the Spamano one... I'll do that ASAP! And I'm considering introducing my OC stories to y'all in general, starting with their version of the "She Dances" idea. I don't know. If you're seriously opposed, you can tell me :P They're the nations' offspring, so be warned...

North Italy/Fem!Germany- Italian Reality

'She does the steps awkwardly through her hallways, but she's dancing. Lorelei Weillschmidt, the country Germany, juggles her empty beer glasses as she tries to spin, succeeding only in making her feel more nauseous. Her drunken dance continues to the kitchen where she grabs a new bottle of her favorite substance. 'Ve~ you should dance with me, Doitsu!' And she would continue to drink until that voice left her thoughts.

But she complies with the request, clumsily but it counts for something, and tries to remember-forget- the moves he'd once led her through.'

Lorelei ran face first into the wall, but that didn't stop her. She thought idly of the picture her nose had come into contact with— one of a girlier version of herself that he had painted sometime during World War 1. He'd given it to her with a clueless grin on his face and buried her face in his chest as he enveloped her in a crushing embrace. She'd stuttered incoherently until he let her go, her pale face turning a bright red.

'Ve~ you look red, Doitsu! Just like Lovi when Antonio calls her his tomato!'

Germany shook away the voice that had entered her thoughts, sitting back down on her living room couch to gulp down her beer.

'You should stop drinking so much, Doitsu! Ve~ what if you get sick?'

He was so annoying. No matter what she did, he somehow always managed to get in the way, even when he wasn't there! Him and his stupid curl, his idiotic smile... his shining amber eyes... To her, he seemed so carefree‒ so alive‒ despite anything else that was going on. In the middle of a battle, he'd still be laughing and rambling enthusiastically about pasta. But then he'd get hurt and start sobbing until she managed to get to him and bandage him up (and she'd never admit it, but she got scared every time because she could never tell if it was something serious or not).

She'd never tell a soul, but during World War 2, she had crippling nightmares. Looking back, she didn't know what would've happened if Feliciano hadn't already been in bed beside her. He managed to throw his oblivious idiocy out of the metaphorical door and calm her down, holding her close while she cried. She told him about all of the horrible things she was forced to do, all of the atrocities that Germany committed, all the horrors she'd been forced to see. She told about the faces she'd seen, the Jews and the gypsies and everyone else, that looked at her sadly (asking 'Why?') before they were sent off to die in concentration camps. And, worst of all, she told him about Poland. About the little blonde girl that she'd invaded. About how she'd watched that girl get beaten half to death by Russia, and how she'd helped. She told him all of her regrets and all of her deepest fears and he listened. He kissed her forehead and smoothed out her hair, whispering Italian lullabies until she fell back to sleep.

Despite her intoxicated state, she was able to think quite clearly due to the enhanced healing that being a nation brought. And she was still able to hear when someone walked up behind her, although she missed the door opening.

"Ve! Are you drinking again, Doitsu?"

She closed her eyes and prayed that it was all a dream, but the arms that wrapped around her waist were all too real.

"Italy, what are you doing here?" she winced at the slight slur in her voice.

"I'm here to visit Germany~!"

Lorelei rolled her eyes.

"You're going to make yourself sick, Doitsu!"

"No, I will not."

"Ve~ but I'm worried about you!"
"Thank you for your concern, Italy, but-"

"Why won't you call me Feli?"

Tears welled up in the Italian's eyes as he looked pleadingly at the German nation. She sighed.

"I am sorry, Feli. But I am fine, I promise."

"Ve~ you're lying~"

His uncanny ability to see right through her was increasingly strange, and always managed to catch her off guard.

"Do you need a hug, Germany?"

"Why don't you call me Lorelei?" She quickly clasped a hand over her mouth, appalled at the words that had come out of it.

"Do you want me to? Ve~ okay~"

"No! Nein, I-"

"Lorelei, Lorelei, Lorelei~" Italy sang, hugging her tightly.

The blush on her face somehow deepened as he picked her up (since when did he get strong?) and carried her to her room. He placed her on the bed and pulled the blanket up to her chin, grinning.

"You should get some rest~"

"I'm fine-"

"Ve~ but you need to sleep~"

Before she could say another word, Feliciano had stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed beside her. He snuggled up to the embarrassed German, cradling her to his chest.

"Ve~ ti amo, Lorelei~"

And he was asleep before she could respond.

"Ich liebe dich, Feliciano..."