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whimper
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rustle
Germany's eyes fluttered open as there was a small, clinging presence beside him. He turned his head to see a curl of brown hair peeking up out of the darkness. The shape seemed to shudder just slightly, but more than enough to disclose who the shadow was, and presumably, the reason they were here.
2:17.
"G-Germany..." The shape whimpered, hiccuping and burying a tear-streaked face into Germany's arm. "P-please..."
"Italy..." The German drowsily sat up, blinking sleep away. "What is it, Italy?" He huffed.
Italy hiccupped again, starting to dissolve into tears once again. He sobbed, clutching onto the larger man like a lifeboat. "G-Germany..."
Slowly, reluctantly, Germany allowed his shoulders to droop down just enough for Italy to wrap both arms around him. "What happened, Italy?" He swiped a tear from the Italian's face, and watched as the tears dissolved into small hiccups.
"I had... sniffle... had a dream. Bad dream..." Italy glanced up at Germany. "A-and you were... mean, meaner than you are now... and you went away..."
Germany stared, before his expression turned to something of concern. "Oh, Italy..."
"And... hic... and I was all alone..." Italy choked out, small tears starting to run down his cheeks again.
"Italy. Komm her." Italy felt himself being lifted into a sitting position, head resting on Germany's shoulder. "It's okay..." The German awkwardly moved to rub the other's back. He'd had very little experience comforting anybody, and he was having a decent amount of trouble figuring out how to soothe the manchild that was Italy. "I wouldn't... leave you."
Italy's face lit up, though Germany couldn't see it. "Really?" He asked excitedly.
"Wh... I mean, I wouldn't..." He paused trying to defend himself. "Ja. Wirklich."
Italy smiled, nuzzling against his shoulder, letting out small giggles. "Mm." He pulled away from Germany. "Kiss! Kiss me, Germany!"
"Wh-! No!" Germany pressed a hand to Italy's chest, pushing him away.
"Awh, but why...?"
"Because..." Germany faltered.
"I don't want to." would be a lie.
Germany stared at Italy, who had started to inch closer and continue to beg. "Please, ve...?" The Italian pleaded. "I will-"
"Fine." Germany leaned forward, finding Italy's face in the dark and pressing a kiss to either of his cheeks. "Is that good?"
Italy nodded, burying even closer. Germany instinctively pulled away, but the grip was not unpleasant. Slowly, he allowed his eyes to close again. Italy wasn't going to hurt him, he doubted the man had a desire to, and Germany could most CERTAINLY defend himself from Italy's scrawny ass if he needed to. He sighed, subconsciously leaning into Italy's warmth.
How could you blame him, though? He was tired and Italy was his boyfriend, and honestly, he has to admit he's been lonely recently. He likes Italy. A lot. He's... his best friend. His first friend, and one of his only friends. Maybe Prussia and Japan were up there, but if Prussia tried to do sleep with Germany, he would be bleeding right now, and maybe he would let Japan sleep with him, but he doubted the Asian country would ever do that. Anyhow, back to the point. Italy, regrettably to admit, wasn't... the worst company in the world. And he felt very good to hold and be held by.
Not in a gay way.
Germany nuzzled closer , pursuing more contact between him and his ally. He inserted his in the slot between Italy's head and shoulder, breathing in his air. God, Italy was so nice to hold. Gerrmany felt a bit embarrassed to be thinking about a man like this, but it wasn't like his thoughts were being typed out and posted and shared with the world. Especially not on a fanfiction site. He would allow himself to feel this way, because it was harmless and made Italy happy. It wasn't that Germany needed to see Italy happy! Just that when Italy's happy, he's more cooperative.
Italy giggled slightly, murmuring something and shifting away. Germany instinctively pulled the shorter man back against him. Italy chirped in confusion, but accepted the embrace anyways. Germany really was not acting like himself. He was... tired. That was why. He was tired and returning to base instincts. He was doing this because when you're tired, you instinctively seek out contact to ease your vulnerability and make you feel safer. And Germany felt safe here.
He felt safe here. In his bed, in Italy's arms. This was okay. More than okay. He would stay here forever if he could. Italy and him, alone. Just like this. Maybe if Italy smelt a little nicer it could be perfect, but Germany knows better than to hope for something impossible. He was satisfied now. Maybe he and Italy could run away from everybody else and live together and stay like this forever and only stop to eat every once in a while. That was really all Germany ever wanted. Oh, and his dogs. He and Italy could walk them together, and then the dogs could sleep with Italy and Germany and make this far warmer. Oh, that would be perfect. And their house would be tidy, and Italy would be a little less clumsy and a little more like Germany.
But for now, this was okay. Him and his... friend, lying in bed together.
"GERMANY!"
Germany jolted, returned to the present. "Wha... what's wrong?" He turned, checking the time.
2:36.
"You dozed off and I thought you died."
Germany frowned at the Italian's words. "I was having a very nice dream, and now it has been interrupted by you." He snarled, getting closer to Italy's face.
"Sorry, Germany." Italy glanced down dejectedly. He knew Germany couldn't resist when he talked that way. "It won't happen again."
Germany sighed, hesitantly leaning forward to place a small peck to Italy's forehead. He didn't know why he was doing it, but it felt good. He hoped Italy would kiss him back. He liked Italy's kisses, no matter how annoying Italy was about giving them. He was far too eager in almost every avenue of life, but especially in making Germany greet him the Italian way. Especially in making Germany do a lot of things. Come to think of it, Germany did just about everything for Italy. Except for cooking. Germany tried helping Italy cook and he almost died, so he leaves the kitchen to Italy.
Everything seemed to fade into nothingness as Germany finally fell asleep, onto Italy's sleeping form.
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Italy yawned, stretching and sitting up. He glanced over drowsily, spotting the blond still asleep beside him.
He woke up earlier than Germany!