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It was a day as any other , hard , long...
Piles of paper work to read , sign, copy, and send over ...
It was torture...
But then , finally , comes the time to go back home...
The italian nation finds himself dragging his feet across the ground as he leaves the European Office.
But he stops as he feelt a familiar hand go on his shoulder , he smiles and leans against the taller nation's frame.
"...I can walk, don't worry"The italic nation says , walking in step with his boyfriend.
"...you look like you are going to trip any minute."The German comments , making sure to keep the Italian's walk stable.
"You worry too much..."the Italian says back , but doesn't push away from the other...he actually quiet enjoyed being taken care of.
"Watch your step"
"I am"
"You need to bring more comfortable shoes "
"Yeah yeah...don't worry"
They walk down the hall and outside , down to the parking lot and to the car they shared this morning to get to work...
Germany goes to the driver's seat and Italy sits next to him, adjusting his seat belt, it feels natural, an every day activity...
"...you're very cute when you worry "The Italian comments , the German just scoffs and starts the car, then speaks up:
"I'm not, shut up..." with that familiar furrowing of eyebrows the I loves.
The drive isn't long, after all the European members are all staying in some nearby apartments for the week...
And Italy and Germany are sharing one appartment.
It has been ...hard...
Hard to keep being professional when work ends...
As they walk inside the appartment and Italy sighs , taking off his coat, he takes notice of the German's eyes looking at him in that intense way that he had grown to know...
"...I see you staring..."the Italic nation teases , shaking his hip once , then moving to put the coat to the hanger.
"...I am not staring...I am just- enjoying the view...can't I?"Germany awnser , moving closer to still have one hand on his boyfriend's shoulder...and help him walk.
"...so , you defiently do not want to go under the covers , cuddle up and kiss...?"Italy asks as they move to the bathroom to wash their teeth , clean a bit and change into more comfortable clothes...
The German glares at the Mediterranean nation...then murmurs something and looks away, changing into some pajama.
The German grumbes something then as he takes his toothbrush.
"...what was that?"Aks the Italian.
"I... do want cuddles..."The german murmurs.
"...that's what I thought "Italy whisper, then brushes his teeth, leaning close ,shoulder to shoulder.
A comfortable silence falls between them...until they finish cleaning their teeth and Italy takes the opportunity to lean on his toes and kiss the German on the lips.
Soft and gentle.
"Red as a tomato~"Italy comments...
The German curses, face red as he follows the Italian to bed.
"Stop teasing me ..."
The Italian smirks at the words , looking at the German with a rised eyebrow.
"I could do so much more than just a little kiss "He says , laying down on the bed on his side and waiting for the German to lay down too...
"...please don't... "
"I won't ...I just demand cuddles"Italy says , knowing they are both tired and spent ...he simply moves closer to cuddle...arms warped around the arm of his love.
Germany shifts to hold the Italian closer , head resting over the italic nation's head.
"...comfortable?"Asks the German, awnsered by a soft hum.
"...maybe tomorrow we can do something togheter..."the german continues, his voice low and calm.
"...yeah..."Says the italic , snuggling closer.
"...anything you want..."he adds with a sleepy murmur....
And so they sleep...
Content in eachother's embrace...
...
Until Italy wakes up in an empty bed, alarm ringing on the nightstand , he blinks and looks at the empty space next to him...for a moment he is confused...
"Germania?"He calls out...then he realizes...
... it was a dream.
It felt so real...
He can still feel the warmth of it...
damnit...
One hand goes to silence the alarm on his phone , he rubs his eyes and groans...
An other day of work awaits.