Italy sighed, staring out the window. He was waiting for Germany to come back from town.

There! On the horizon, was the blonde man walking back. He looked tired and worn out.

Feliciano ran out of the house, grinning like a maniac.

"Germanyyyyy~" he sang as he got closer to Ludwig. Italy jumped up and hugged the German enough to make him fall over.

"Italy..." he groaned, standing up, "Stop that." Germany brushed off his pants and continued on down the road, ignoring the Italian

completely.

Italy looked like someone had just stabbed him in the chest.

"G-Germany, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing..I'm just tired." Germany explained, opening the door to his house. He kicked off his boots and shuffled his way to his bedroom.

Italy knocked on the door which Germany had just closed. "C-Can I come in, Germany?" he whined.

"I don't care!" came the reply, "Just leave me the hell alone!"

Italy opened the door and saw Germany sitting on his bed, his jacket off and his shirt unbuttoned over his chest. He went down and sat by his

only friend. He placed his head on his shoulder and softly spoke, "I was lonely today, Germany!"

Germany nodded blankly. "Are you lonely now?" he asked quietly.

Italy shook his head. "No. You're here..."

Germany smirked, tilting his head lower so the younger man wouldn't see it. Then, he turned to Italy and lowered his head, kissing him once,

very gentley on the lips. Hard, rough ones against soft, smooth ones.

Italy gasped. "G-Germany..."

Germany gripped the Italian's hands and held them above his head, pinning him to the matress.

"I'm not tired anymore, Feliciano. Do you know why?"

Italy shook his head. "N-no." he wimpered.

"You're here..." Then he kissed him again, but this time, he didn't stop.

Italy moaned. "G-Germa...A-Ahh...!"

"You're here." Germany repeated. Italy freed his hands and locked them around Germany's neck and kissed him back.

Germany ran his finger teasingly down the front of Italy's jacket, popping open a button or two here and there.

Italy squeaked. "What are you doing, Germany?"

Germany snaked his tongue into Italy's mouth. "This,"

Very softly, Italy began to cry.

Germany felt the hot tears against his face and pulled away, leaving Italy panting and sobbing. "Did I frighten you, Feliciano?" Germany asked,

concerned.

Italy nodded fiercely. "A bit."

"I'm sorry."

Italy sat up and pulled Germany's face back to his own. "You don't have to be sorry anymore, Germany-san. You're here...and I'm not afraid

anymore."

Germany smiled and kissed Italy again.