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Rated: T

"Germany, Germany, let's go for a siesta~!"

Germany felt like sighing, feeling a very female body press up against his arm as Italy pressed it against her chest. He glanced down at her, feeling his cheeks heat up at her cute enthusiastic face.

"Germany, what's your human name?" Italy asked curiously, "My Germany's name is Luise! I bet you have a strong name like my adorato Luise!"

"Ludwig. My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt." Germany muttered, cheeks warming even further once he realised his arm was pressing between Italy's breasts.

"Fantastico!" Italy smiled cheerfully, "Ludwig, let's go for that siesta! Or would you like pasta instead? I don't mind either choice!"

This Italy may have been female, but her personality didn't seem at all different from the Italy he knew.

"What is your name?" Germany asked, allowing himself to be dragged to the door by the much smaller country, "Your human name, that is."

"Feliciana Vargas," Italy grinned, her ponytail swinging with her steps, "Do you like my human name, Ludwig?" She asked, innocently batting her lashes at him.

Germany cleared his throat, his cheeks glowing red, "It is a very nice name," He said with a nod, "I'm not surprised. The Italy who is from here is named Feliciano Vargas."

"Feliciano must be with Luise if I'm here!" Italy gasped excitedly, "I wish I could have met Feliciano. We could have had a great siesta together!"

Just the thought of the male and female Italies together gave him a headache.

"Does the England from your world practise magic as well?" Germany asked and Italy flashed him a smile that had his heart beating faster, "Or is it just this England's fault?"

"Alice does practise magic! She was doing a spell with Norway and Romania before I ended up here," Italy answered cheerfully, "But I don't mind being here, especially with you, Ludwig!" Her grin widened at his beet-red face, "You look like a tomato! How cute~!"

Germany glanced behind him as they reached the door to the conference room, trying to spot where Prussia had gone off to. After a moment of searching, his eyes finally spotted a scarred white cat sitting on a blond female nation's head, whom America seemed to be ogling.

'Canada.' His mind supplied him after a second of thinking and suddenly felt sorry for the North American because he was in the same mess as Italy.

The thought of a female America was pretty disturbing...

Since Prussia seemed content on Canada's head, Germany didn't bother to worry about him and allowed himself to be dragged from the conference room and towards the lunch room.

"Get off me, you bastardo!" An angry female voice growled and Germany snapped his head back to see a woman trying to kick off Spain from her body, "Stop feeling me up!"

That was definitely Romano's female form...

"But you are soooo cute, Lovina!" Spain nuzzled his face further into her waist, holding on to her shapely hips with all his strength.

"Spagna is really handsome!" Italy said loudly, "Lovi is really lucky!" She glanced away innocently when her sister suddenly glared at her.

"Stop being useless and get this pervertito off me!" Romana snapped, resorting to kicking the Spanish nation, though to no avail, "He's worse than Antonia, if that's even possible!"

"Spain, let go of South Italy." Germany sighed when Spain pouted, finally releasing Romana to her relief.

"You are adorable, Lovina!" Spain gushed, "I wish I could see you when you were smaller!" His tanned cheeks glowed red and Romana found it appropriate to knee him in the groin.

They may be the Italies female counterparts, but they certainly were still Italy all the same...