Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

Chapter Ⅵ. SIMPLE YET ARDUOUS COMPLICATIONS.

~Chapter Ⅵ.~

SIMPLE YET ARDUOUS COMPLICATIONS.

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＊Italy's P.O.V.＊

As we walked into Germany's house, I kicked off my shoes, jumping onto his couch as soon as I reached it.

"Ah, my feet are sooooo tired!" I exclaimed, stretching my arms out.

Germany set down my art supplies, which he argued to carry after I dropped them. He turned and looked at me, watching me with amusement.

"Italy, are you really that tired? I've trained you to run more than that before" Germany commented, untying his combat boots and placing them together near the couch I sat at.

"Well, I've never finished all of if unless you gave me food, and there was no food! I'mma so tirredddd!" I whined.

Germany chuckled, sitting next to me on the sofa. He swiftly reached over to me, sitting me up and hugging me snugly. "Well then, I'll just have to charge you up" he whispered to me, kissing down my neck softly.

I blushed as my neck began tingling from his lips. I gripped his shirt as he went down mine, nipping at my shoulder bones. I let out a whimper as he touched a sensitive spot on my shoulder.

"It looks like I found your teasing spot" Germany whispered, taunting softly into my ear.

"S-stop, don't say it like that! It embarrasses me" I said sheepishly, turning red as his sky blue eyes peered into mine with a look of lust. I was still confused about our relationship. Were we dating now? Did last night change our relationship? Is Ludwig really mine now? It all seemed so amazing but scary at the same moment.

Before I could get too lost in thought, Germany pulled me out of my pondering by reaching his hands under my shirt. He began massaging near my hip bones, making me want to let him do he pleased.

As he lifted my shirt off of me all the way and began unbuttoning his, a loud knock on the door was heard by both of us. Germany sighed, looking displeased and annoyed by the disturbance. As he stood up to answer it, I grabbed onto his shirt as if it was instinct.

"Feliciano?" He said curiously, looking back at me.

"Ah, oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean t-" I tried to finish, but got stopped by a pair of lips. Germany had kissed me, holding onto my lips for a solid five seconds before smiling sweetly at me then heading towards the door. I sat on the sofa in a daze. I wonder if Germany thought about the same things that I did, I wonder if he's wondering about our relationship, I wonder if he feels this warm when he touches me,...no, what am I saying! He's the strong Germany, of course only the weak Italy would think of all this feminine stuff.

As I thought about these things, I heard a familiar voice talking to Germany.

"You damn potato-eater! Where's my idiot brother?!" The voice asked rudely. I could hear Germany sigh, obviously unhappy.

"Ah, welcome Romano" Germany greeted unenthusiastically.

"My brother? Why's he here?" I pondered.

"I'm not here for your crappy greetings, now where's Veneziano*..." Romano asked, as he began walking down the entrance hallway to the living room I was in. I quickly began buttoning my shirt back up nervously before he entered. Lovino walked into the room with speed, Germany following behind.

"There you are, my idiotic brother! What the hell, Veneziano?! I've been trying to get a hold of you for all of yesterday!" Romano exclaimed, tossing his hands in the air.