Gerita

Italy tugged on Germany's jacket sleeve. "Ve! Look, Doitsu, It's Greece's cat! His name is Corporal Cat! Isn't he cute?"

Yes, you are, Italy, I love you so much. "Yes, Italy, it's adorable."

He smiled, a huge, heartbreaking grin spreading across his face. Germany smiled weakly.

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"Feliciano," he moaned.

"Ve, Doitsu?"

Germany woke up, startled. "Italy!" He had forgotten that he usually came to his house to 'sleepover.'

"Ve, why do you always call me Feliciano when you are sleeping? Usually you just call me Italy. But, I mean, you can call me that if you want to…"

Germany blinked and looked around. Italy was crouched over him, wearing nothing but his underwear. Blushing furiously, he thanked the darkness. Until Italy touched his cheek.

"Ve, Doitsu is blushing. Is he okay?"

"Uh…yes, I'm fine, Italy."

Satisfied, he lay down by Germany and snuggled into his arm.

Groaning for what he was about to do, he pulled Italy up and kissed him.

Italy broke the kiss, squealing, "Ve! Doitsu likes me too, ve!" He hugged the larger man, squeezing his middle with what would have been a bone breaking hug-if Germany wasn't used to it by now.

"Yes, Italy," he whispered. "I like you too."