Oh my glob, this is so overdue it's not even funny! I'm so sorry everyone! *cries in corner*

But this chapter will be...interesting...to say the least! Because we all know what happened last chapter...*grins and wiggles eyebrows* Please enjoy!

Germany's eyelids fluttered open, and almost immediately as if God had been waiting to pounce, sunlight streamed into her blue orbs, and she hissed, shutting them hastily. Why did it have to be so damn bright in here? She was sure she had closed the blinds...

Groaning, she attempted to roll over so as to shut the blinds and continue sleeping...but found that she was held down to her spot. Whirling around in shock, she came face-to-face with Italy! His arms were wrapped around her waist, and his head was resting gently on top of hers. What had gone on here?! And why was she naked?! It didn't matter that Italy was naked, considering the fact that he rarely wore anything to bed. But why in the world was she naked?!

Twisting out of his arms in horror, she pulled the bed sheets up and covered her chest, self-conscious suddenly. She knew women in Germany often walked around without their tops on, but she herself considered it to be indecent. Her breasts were private! She didn't want anyone to see them unless she wanted them to! And she was almost positive that she hadn't wanted Italy to see hers! Unless...

"Mmm...don't fight it..." he whispered against her skin. A shudder ran up her spine and she gasped slightly as he nibbled her earlobe. A sneaky grin tugged on the Italian's lips. "Oh, you like that, do you?"

"N-no, I don't! Get off me—o-oh..." he nipped it again, cutting her off as she moaned. "I-Italy...don't—" her bra came unhooked, and Italy's fingers traveled sneakily up her shirt to tug it out from under her shirt. His fingers lingered on her quivering mounds.

"Soft..." he muttered, rolling over on top of her and licking the spot behind her ear. She whimpered.

"Italy...I want...I n-need—"

Her eyes widened in shock. She had...oh no, had she really...well...shit. Sighing, she clapped a hand to her forehead and mentally kicked herself for being so stupid. She couldn't afford to take these sorts of risks. She knew that it wasn't smart to do this sort of thing—after all, Lotte didn't need a younger sibling anytime soon—but Italy had just been so irresistible last night. His lips, his skin, his hands, his hair, his manhood...oh, they had just felt so close to her, so intimate with her, so...so loving and caring. She had felt as if there was only one thing that mattered in the world, and that was getting as close to Italy as she could. It still felt as amazing as she had remembered.

"Ve..." a soft mutter startled her from her reverie, and she glanced over at her friend to see him shuffling under the covers. Ah, so he was waking up. She couldn't wait to see his expression when he realized what had happened. "Mmm...good morning, Germany." he rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching.

"Good morning." she said curtly, still covering herself with the bed sheets. Damn, where had her clothes gone? She felt someone's gaze on her, and looked over her shoulder slowly to see Italy staring at her. "What?"

"You're not wearing anything." he stated, the surprise in his voice evident. Germany couldn't help but be a little offended.

"Why is that so hard to believe? I get naked too, Italia!"

"I know, I just...what we did last night...we can't tell anyone." she nodded in agreement. It wouldn't do anyone any good to know that they had hooked up again. "At least we used a condom last night. We don't want to end up with another kid."

"Are you saying you don't like Lotte?" Germany asked, raising an eyebrow. Italy quickly shook his head, holding up his hands in surrender.

"No! No, that's not what I meant at all! I just meant that I'm not ready for another bambino! Hell, I wasn't ready for the first one!" his worried expression disappeared when he saw Germany's smile.

"I was just joking, idiot." she smirked, leaning close to him and brushing her lips against his. Italy responded with such vigor that he almost knocked her over, clearly wanting more than just a good-morning-kiss. Germany pushed him away hastily, covering herself once more. "No! No morning sex! Absolutely not!"

"Ve? But why, Germany?!"

"Because it's totally indecent and disgusting! I don't want to have anymore sex than is necessary, thank you!"

"You didn't seem to think it was disgusting last night." he said stoutly. She shot him a look and climbed out of bed, throwing her dressing gown around her as she searched for her clothes. "And, uh...speaking of last night...was it as good for you as it was for me?" she snorted, her cheeks going slightly pink.

"Sure Italy. It was great. Now help me find my clothes!"

"No, no! I'm serious! Was it good?"

"I already said it was! What more do you want? A trophy?"

"They make trophies for this?"

"No, that's not the...look, just help me find my clothes so I can go shower, okay? I have to wash my hair..." she muttered, her face turning beet red. Maybe they had gotten a little too crazy last night. Her hair was an absolute mess!

"Sorry." he apologized sheepishly and fiddled with the bed sheets. "I'll help you look. Hang on a second, I threw them over here somewhere." the next few minutes were spent searching. There was no conversation between the two, but that was alright. Neither really knew what to say. It had been like this the first time they had done it too. There was that awkward moment when the sex was finished, when you would usually say, "I love you". But...how could you say that to someone if you didn't know if they loved you back?

"Found your tank-top!" Italy picked it up and waved it like a flag, grinning proudly. Germany thanked him and tugged it on, shifting it until it supported her bosom properly. "Now we just need your pants, though I don't see why." luckily for Italy's crotch, Germany hadn't heard the last part of that sentence.

"Pants...pants...where the hell did you throw them?!" she groaned, getting down on her knees and searching under the bed. Italy turned his head slightly and watched Germany as she looked for her last article of clothing. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was looking at.

"YO, LOSERS! WAKEY-WAKEY!" suddenly, the door crashed open and in flew Prussia, laughing and blowing a kazoo rather loudly. He pranced around for a moment before realizing that his two sleeping comrades weren't in bed...they were on the floor. And what was worse was that...they were both pulling on pants?

Italy and Germany stared at Prussia in horror as he dropped his kazoo to the floor with a clatter. His eyes widened, and a smug smile curled his lips as he pointed back and forth between them.

"You two had sex!" he giggled, covering his mouth. "I knew that you guys still had it for each other!"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Germany yelled, pushing him away and trying to shove him back into the hallway. "Now get out of here! Go away!"

"Ha ha! Wait until I tell Hungary! And Spain! And France—"

"NEIN! YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" Germany screeched, throwing herself onto the floor and grabbing her brother's leg. Prussia laughed and dragged her down the hall with him. "BRUDER!"

"Oh Hungary! Guess what our two little—"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"

"Germany!" Italy cried, rushing after her anxiously. "You're going to wake Lotte!"

"I don't give a damn at the moment! PRUSSIA! YOU'D BETTER NOT!"

"Oh Hu-u-u-u-n-n-n-gary!"

LOL, Prussia makes me laugh. So much. Even when he's just being himself, he's still (to quote MikuLover) "a total dick, but that's why we love him!"

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Hasta la Pasta,

SausageMahoney98