Germany x Italy - Halloween

Germany x Italy – Halloween


Germany could not find a conclusion, despite his best efforts. He could have been somewhere – anywhere – else at that moment, whether it be in his office filing documents or at his house eating wurst. And yet he was here, sitting on that same couch beside that same Italian, as usual, except that the Italian was wearing a Halloween costume this time – some wolf ears and a stripy t-shirt with a love heart on it. He had no idea why he was there though, and no idea why he was even questioning it. He sighed in frustration at himself for not relaxing and instead trying to work out every little minor detail of every little minor event in his life. He glanced over at Italy who was staring at the bowl of candy on the coffee table with intent glimmering in his chocolate orbs. He had been sitting like that for quite some time, being considerably still for Italy despite sitting up to glance longingly at the door before settling back into his slumped position with a sigh.

"Hey, Italia, why don't you eat some candy?" Asked Germany, mild confusion and annoyance in his voice. If he wanted the candy so badly – which Germany could tell he obviously did from his actions – then why didn't he go ahead and have some?
Italy sat up, breathing out heavily as he did, and looked straight into Germany's icy blue eyes, "I can't yet. I have to wait for other people to come trick or treating first so that they can have some candy." Italy explained all this with wild hand gestures which would have brought no meaning without the voice to accompany it, "If I start eating the candy now then I know that it'll be so good that I won't be able to stop, and then if the trick or treating kids come after that, they'll be welcomed by nothing but an empty bowl of candy and a podgy little me!"
Germany paused for a moment to take in what the Italian had said, and then laughed through his nose, smiling slightly, "That is rather generous of you, Italia." He ruffled the Italian's hair as he usually did, earning a gratified "Ve~".

The silence continued afterwards, and Germany took this moment to drink his beer. The glass was cold in his hands, and it highly contrasted with the warm sensation of brunette hair that had been in between his long fingers only moments ago. He loved beer a lot, but he sort of wished that he could hold the warm Italian instead of the glass...Wait a minute. That was a strange thought. Germany shook it off violently, almost spilling his drink as he did. Why was he thinking of such strange things lately? Whatever, he just needed to calm down, and beer would help with that greatly. He took a sip-

"Hey, Germany? You have a nice smile."

-And then spat it out.

He froze where he sat, soaked a little by the spat out beverage, blushing in embarrassment as Italy looked at the current scenario in dismay. "Eh? Germany? Why did you do that? Did it not taste nice? Should I make pasta?" He couldn't reply to the panicked man beside him – there were too many thoughts whizzing around his head at once. Beer, spitting, nice smiles, Italy, pasta. Why was he so weak so as to falter at a mere compliment? Friends always complimented each other, so he shou-…Yes, friends always complimented each other. He hadn't complimented Italy in a while. That wasn't very friend like.

He rose from the couch and headed towards the bathroom, "I'm just going to clean up."
"Ve~? Need help?" Asked Italy, concern on his usually dazed face.
"Nein. I can handle it." He sighed in reply, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door. He leant against the door for a moment, slicking his hair back as random locks of hair sometimes fell out of place – he had to be presentable…Then again, why did he? He wasn't on any business, he was merely spending time with his friend. He thought about it a bit more before giving up and letting those random hairs splay out. He didn't have to be a model country all the damn time! Even he could be casual if he wanted to.

He strode to the bathroom mirror and sighed, pulling at his damp shirt. He'd probably have to change, or he'd catch a cold. And if he caught a cold, then Italy might catch a cold from him, and that would mean that Germany would have to look after him, as his brother, Romano, couldn't be trusted to care for someone. He began to undress, pulling his shirt over his head, releasing a few more hairs from his slicked style in the process. He was just pulling the shirt over his arms when the door banged open.

"Germany! Germany, I got you a towel! There weren't any in here because I forgot to repla-" The small tanned man stopped in his tracks, staring at the shirtless, blushing German with that dazed expression of his. He emitted a long "Ve~" during the awkward silence, but then broke the cold atmosphere with a smile. He dropped the fresh towels on the floor – much to the OCD German's disbelief – and headed towards him, hands reaching out to grope the muscles. "Whoa, Germany! Those are some big muscles~" He laughed as he felt the German's rippling torso, "So squishy! Why you so butch, huh?"
Germany grunted, "Because I actually train, Italia." Germany felt a vein pop out on his forehead. Why did Italy touch him however he wished? How did he do that so casually? Why was he getting so heated up about it? Why did his smooth, nimble fingers feel nice as they brushed against his skin which paled in comparison to his tan?
"Training is too hard for me. I'm just a pathetic little virgin." Sighed Italy, "But no worries, because I know you've got my back!" Italy stood up on his tiptoes, holding onto Germany's strong arm for support and leaning into his face, "Grazie, Germany." He whispered as he pecked the German's cheek.

Why did everything feel so different from usual? They always kissed each other's cheeks before in greeting, and he was used to that as an Italian custom. Still, this small peck upon his cheek felt so special, and it was as if he had been hit by a wave of emotion. He blushed a deeper red and lifted his large hand up to touch the kiss as the Italian got down from his height and cringed. "Ow, I hurt my feet again." Italy groaned, "You're too tall, Germany." He continued to giggle merrily whilst Germany just stood there, flabbergasted. "Well, I'll leave you with these towels, okay?" He said, picking them up and shoving them into Germany's arms before dashing out of the room and closing the door.

The tall blonde continued to stand there for a while, continuing to cradle that kiss on his cheek. He stood there even as his bare skin grew chilly, and even as he heard trick or treating children arriving, being greeted by Italy. He stood there even as the beer from his damp shirt dripped onto the floor, and even as his blush began to fade with time as the moment had. Then he smiled, and proceeded to get changed with that friendly smile on his face. For some reason, he felt really happy. He supposed Italy just had that effect on people – his cheery attitude was rather contagious. He came to the conclusion that he was there instead of somewhere – anywhere – else because being with Italy made him happy. And didn't he deserve happiness sometimes?

He finished changing and hung up the towels neatly before exiting the bathroom. Back in the living room, he saw Italy helping himself to the bowl of candy finally, and he couldn't help it when his smile grew wider. Italy was too absorbed by candy to notice the tall man heading towards him, and his brunette head only turned when the blonde plopped onto the couch beside him.
"Ah, Germany~" He cried, "Would you like some candy?"
Germany shook his head, "Nein, Italia. They're all yours now, since you waited so long."
Italy smiled, "Ve~ Thanks, Germany!" Germany watched as Italy practically dived into the bowl, knowing that if he took a candy then he'd get a cavity from the sweetness. Not only from the sweetness of the candy, but from the sweetness of his friend as well. Oh, was that a good compliment? He could try it and see how it went – heading into battle without a plan.

"Hey, Italia? Y-You're rather…rather sw-swee…" He stuttered, unable to make up the sentence. How did Italy do it so easily? He needed to give him more credit. Was this even an appropriate compliment for male friends? Did male friends even really compliment each other, or was that just another trait of Italy?
"Ve~? What's wrong, Germany?"
Germany finally gave in and waved away the Italian's attention off him, "H-Happy Halloween." Italy stared for a while, but not for such a while that he was separated from his candy for long.
"Ve~ Happy Halloween to you too!" He giggled before turning back to the bowl. Germany just lounged on the couch, watching his friend in silence, keeping an eye on his smile – that smile that he just wanted to reach out and touch, for he knew now that those lips were warm and comforting and soothing, and he never wanted to lose sight of that warm, comforting, soothing smile plastered upon the porcelain Italian man's face.