After another day of Germany's rigorous training sessions both Italy and Japan laid in the grass, panting, sore, and close to heat stroke. Germany towered over them as he walked past, slinging his black wife-beater over his broad shoulder.

"I vill see you tomorrow, ladies," he mumbled. He went inside leaving his two allies to dehydrate in the grass.

Japan rolled over and looked into Italy's eyes. Italy blushed then frowned as his stomach gave a loud whimper.
"I'm-a so hungry~" he almost whispered.

Japan smiled and whispered back, "Why don't we wash up and get something to eat. Then maybe, we could go to a local spa and see if they have… a hot spring?" Italy blushed an even deeper red. Germany knew that Italy had gone to visit Japan for some time, but no one besides Italy and Japan knew of the intimate moments they shared each day of his visit in their private meeting place, the hot spring.

"That sound nice?" Japan asked his lover.

Italy nodded excitedly, now exuberant for his date.

Italy hopped up from the steaming grass , "I'll go take a shower right now!"

Japan got up and brushed his clothes off , "Ok. What would you like me to get for y-"

"PASTA~~!" Italy leaped towards Japan in a sort of dazed euphoria. Japan put his hand up to stop Italy from pouncing him in the heat.

"I don't know why I asked. I ar-ready knew the answer. Ok I'rr pick up pizza and pasta."

"Yay~ Wait, don't you want to take a shower first?"

"Ah, we in Asia...how you say… We don't sweat very much," said Japan in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh. Right," Italy nodded. He couldn't recall Japan sweating on many occasions, even during their secret meetings. However Italy was soaked and wanted desperately to take a shower, possibly a cold one: he could feel his member slightly throbbing against his leg already.

Italy went through the house and snuck through Germany's bedroom to get to his favorite bathroom. He knew the German showered and went to sleep immediately after every training session, the last thing he wanted to do is wake him up from his nap.

The Italian successfully made it to the bathroom and gently closed the door, turning the knob first so it didn't make a sound. He pressed his ear against the door, not as if he needed too; the German's aggressive snoring could be heard throughout the house. Italy sighed in relief.

He quickly took off his clothes and turned on the shower. Still excited about his meeting with Japan, he hazily groped his half erect penis. He got in the shower and tried to concentrate but the steamy water only reminded him of his lover: Japan pressing his warm, wet body up against his in the pool, lacing his fingers in the Italian's wet hair and kissing him passionately, kissing down his neck and chest and then-

The bathroom door opened. The Italian froze, all he heard was the hot water pounding the floor of the shower.

"Gott damn it's steamy in here. Italy? Are you ok? I heard some noises…"

Italy tried to say si but all that came out was a nearly inaudible squeak.

"Fine, don't answer. I just came in here to take a piss," Germany said over the loud shower. The Italian was still frozen.

After a while, Italy began to think about Japan again and continued washing and stroking himself.

Then Germany spoke again, "Japan? Is it you in there?" He pulled back the shower curtain and peeked in. Germany caught the startled Italian, flushed with lust and groping his erect penis mid-stroke. The Italian had continued his wet day-dream, finding something slightly erotic in pleasuring himself while someone unaware was nearby. But now he'd been caught in the act and was frozen, struck with a mixture of fear and embarrassment.

Germany eyed the Italian up and down. His straight mouth curled into a smug smirk, "Vell vell. Look vat I found. I knew I heard moaning in here. Vat has you so vorked up?"The German's smile suddenly dropped when he took a double take at what the small Italian had in his hand. His member was surprisingly large for a man his size. The German licked his lips slightly and pulled his eyes away from the impressive sight back to the Italian's face, which was still scrunched in embarrassment. Italy, realizing he was still holding himself, let go and turned his back to Germany, only allowing him to admire his slim, almost womanly physique.

Germany spoke again, "Italy?"

Italy jumped with a squeak in response. He was shaking violently. Germany didn't understand why the Italian was so scared of him, but he looked too cute to be irritated by it.

"Can I come in?" he asked. Italy didn't know how to respond. He had always been secretly attracted to Germany. How couldn't he be? He was brave and strong and had a drop-dead gorgeous body.

Somehow, the Italian must have nodded without realizing because the German soon dropped his shorts and boxers and stepped into the shower. Italy could feel the large presence very close behind him. He looked over his shoulder and strained his neck to look up into the German's blue eyes. Germany grinned down at him again then observed his body, up and down.

"Such a cute arsch," he commented.

The Italian quickly spun around so that he was facing the German's chest. Germany chuckled, squeezed some body-wash into his hand, and slowly began to massage it into the Italians back and shoulders. Italy, who was still shaken and tense, began to melt as Germany's large hands gently rubbed over his chest and down his back. Italy began to lean into the larger man, combing his fingers through his wet blond locks, and looking into the German's clear blue eyes. Italy could feel the man's large member hardening against his abdomen. Italy felt a wave of excitement, then dread. He felt like he was cheating on Japan. Sure he and Japan never said they were in an exclusive relationship, but Japan opened up to Italy. He trusted him.

The guilt began to settle but then it was interrupted as the German leaned down and kissed the smaller man. They were a pecks at first, sweet and fleeting. Then Italy found himself on his toes, not wanting to leave Germany's mouth, kissing deeply, wrestling with soft tongues, groping more aggressively. Italy's fingers dug into those sexy broad shoulders he loved so much, and Germany, who'd made Italy's entire upper body sudsy, moved his soapy hands down his back to grope the Italian's cute, perky ass.

Germany started kissing down his neck, moaning in low breaths, then with a noise that sounded like a purr, he pushed him up against the shower wall and lapped down Italy's neck while teasing his small, wet entrance.

The Italian looked at Germany's large, hardening member rubbing next to his own and began stroking its length with both hands.

Germany growled with pleasure, "Eager aren't ve?"

With that, he grabbed the Italian from under his ass and hoisted him up so that his legs wrapped around his abdomen. Italy's member was now fully erect against the length of Germany's firm six pack.

Germany leaned in to kiss the flushed Italian when he dove for his ear instead and whispered in a low rumble, "Do you vant it?"

Italy nodded, desperately yearning for Germany to thrust into him.

"I vant to hear you say it," Germany purred.

"I want you, Ludwig," Italy breathed into his ear, and nipped it lustily. Germany teased the smaller man's entrance with his thick, hardened member. He slid in the tip and then pulled out and then slid a little further only to pull it out again. The Italian gave small, lustful cries with each tease. Italy began pleading softly in Italian into Germany's ear.

"No, non ti fermare! Mi piace," Italy yearned. [1]

"Ooh baby, beg for it," Germany purred excitedly. His chest swelled as his breaths became heavier and he began thrusting more slowly and a bit more deeply into the smaller man. Germany, still only giving him the tip of his member, was grinding slowly and sensually into Italy as he teased him, in and out, in and out.

Italy stammered quiet, sexual pleas in Italian in heated anticipation. Germany caught parts of the little exclamations though he couldn't understand them all ," …Si amor mio… ti amo!…prega di fare l'amore con me…non farmi aspettare, il mio amore~" [2]

Germany could hardly bear to keep himself from thrusting into his lover, and the little Italian wanted him so badly, he was squirming with expectation. Germany grabbed onto the Italians hips for support and slowly slid himself into Italy's throbbing, soaked entrance.

Italy was already half-way to climax and Germany was half-way in the Italian's entrance when the front door of the house slammed. The couple froze. Italy looked into Germany's blue pools with tears of fear in his eyes.

Japan was back.

[1] No, Don't stop! It's nice.

[2] You are my love…my love!…please make love to me… do not make me wait, my love~