Germany woke up in Italy's bed with his arms wrapped around the little Italian. He immediately blushed, remembering what happened the night before. Italy had called him, crying, so Germany showed up to comfort him and make sure he was okay. Italy was feeling sad and lonely so he asked if Germany could sleep over. Germany assumed he would be sleeping on Italy's couch but was proved wrong when Italy dragged him into bed.

Germany must've cuddled him in his sleep. Germany was horrified but stayed cuddling the smaller boy because he looked so peaceful. Italy's face was flushed pink and the little curl in his hair bounced up and down with his breathing. Germany smiled. He looked like a little teddy bear. Italy stirred and Germany immediately wiped the smile off of his face. Germany shut his eyes and pretended he was asleep as Italy woke up in his arms. Italy blushed as he realized Germany's arms were wrapped around him. He loved being in the arms of someone who was so much bigger than him. It made him feel safe. To Germany's surprise, Italy nuzzled his head further into Germany's chest and cuddled closer towards him. Italy didn't know Germany was awake, so Germany awkwardly laid there as the Italian snuggled closer and closer.

"Oh Germany" Italy muttered under his breath as the warmth of Germany's body comforted him.

"What?" Germany asked awkwardly. Italy yelped and immediately jumped backwards.

"You're awake?" Italy asked in shock, pushing himself away from Germany and getting off of the bed.

"You said my name, so I woke up." Germany said plainly.

"So you er- um- weren't awake before that?" Italy asked, a red blush appearing on his cheeks.

"No, why?" Germany asked, playing dumb. He didn't want the Italian to know that he enjoyed their little cuddle session. He wasn't gay, and he felt like Italy was trying to change that.

"Erm- Nothing! Let's make breakfast." Italy blurted, also not wanting Germany to find out he had also enjoyed their cuddling. Italy had always had a crush on Germany. He reminded Italy of his first love, Holy Rome. They had the same beautiful blue eyes and blond hair. When they first met, Italy thought Germany was Holy Rome but was proved wrong by the German's lack of knowledge about that time period. He just kept saying he didn't remember. He was just a child.

"What do you want to make?" Germany asked as he rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"It's a little early for pasta.. how about some fresh fruit and yogurt?" Italy asked as he lead Germany to the kitchen. Italy's painting of the Roman skyline was siting on the counter. His smile immediately vanished as he remembered Romano.

"What's wrong Italy?" Germany asked as he saw the boy's facial expression change.

"Romano." Italy said glumly as he opened his fridge to get some water. Germany remembered Italy's story about Romano's declaration of independence  and the civil war that was about to emerge.

"Let's not think about that right now Ita-chan. I'm sure Romano will change his mind." Germany reassured him. Italy's stomach did a little flip every time Germany called him Ita-chan. That's what Holy Rome used to call him.

"Mhm." Italy sadly mumbled as he set two glasses of water down on the table.

"Do you want me to call Japan? You two always get along so nicely." Germany asked before taking a sip of water.

"No I just want you- I mean, your company." Italy stammered.

"Wouldn't you feel better with more company though?" Germany asked, diverting the conversation. He didn't want to be alone with Italy anymore. They were starting to get a bit too close and Germany didn't want Italy to get any ideas.

"Well I guess..." Italy reluctantly said. He just wanted to be alone with Germany. Why couldn't he figure it out already? As Italy chopped up some fruit, Germany decided to call their friend Japan.

Boring fluffy chapter but I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!