Germany and Italy...Apologetic Kiss

Ludwig looked over to his left, then to his right, and finally closed his eyes, sighing. I shouldn't have yelled at Italy like I did, he thought. But it isn't like I haven't told him time and time again not to-

"GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Italy's high voice screamed in both of Ludwig's ears as he was suddenly slammed into from behind by the young man.

" Vhat the hell-?!" Ludwig said angrily, gruffly trying to get to his knees. " Vhat are you doing, you dumm-"

" I- I- I- I-," Italy stuttered, his face so red yet so stupidly blank, " I just-a wanted to apologise-a, G-Germany!"

Ludwig was kneeling now, hunched over and catching his breath again. Italy shoved a paper in his chest, and Ludwig held the crumpled page in one hand and read it to himself. Yet another poorly- yet somehow heartfelt- apologetic letter. It most certainly wasn't the first he'd received that week.

Ludwig's eyes slid up from the letter and looked at Italy, who was also kneeling across from him, knotting his fingers up. Heaving a heavy sigh, Ludwig folded the letter and stuck in one of his breast pockets as he murmured, " Italy, about earlier-"

" So do you accept?!" Italy asked hurriedly, somehow managing to bolt over to Ludwig's side, still on his knees.

" Vell....I suppose," the German said, his voice low. He looked away from his company and then looked back again. " I didn't mean to yell at you so harshly, Italy. Vill you accept my apology?"

" Si!!" Italy squealed, and before Ludwig could even open his mouth to mutter " Danke," Italy threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly. " Of course-a I will, Germany! How could I-a not accept-a? You're-a my best friend, after all-a!"

Ludwig said nothing, only gritted his teeth as Italy smooshed his face up against his. He felt his cheeks burn, and, not meaning to do it so hard, he shoved Italy away.

" Ja, ja, danke," he said hurriedly, trying to stand up.

Italy grabbed part of Ludwig's coat and said, " Germany...?"

Ludwig stopped. Letting out a silent sigh, he looked down at the pathetic Italian looking up at him. " Ja?"

Just as Ludwig was about to turn away, Italy stood up and quickly pressed his lips against the corner of Ludwig's mouth. He felt the German flinch, but he didn't care, and after a moment, the German didn't either.

" Germany...will you...u-um...," his words came out quiet as he barely removed his lips from Ludwig's cheek, but Ludwig finished for him.

" ...kiss you...?" He felt heat begin building up inside of him, but not from anger. It was a different kind.

For a quick moment Ludwig considered just doing as he had done the first time he'd kissed Italy: two quick pecks on the cheeks. Nein, he thought finally, why not be nice this time. Just once. I know what he really means by kiss...

Taking a quick breath, Ludwig turned to face Italy. He tried not to make a face as he closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips hard against Italy's, and, unconscious of it, he grabbed his friend's wrist as well and held it with a death grip.

The kiss was of course hard and forced at first, but then Ludwig felt the softness and delicacy of Italy's lips and the way he moved them to fit against his own like putting pieces together in a puzzle. He then felt- some parts of him- relax and he did the same, tilted his head and taking out some of the pressure he'd forced on Italy; and at that point he felt his tongue gently slide up against Italy's lips, but he did not force them apart...he simply waited that one second for Italy to open to him, and he did. At that moment his grip loosened on Italy's wrist, and soon dropped it, instead reaching higher up on him, around his belt.

Suddenly Italy reached for a different place on Ludwig, removing his lips- and tongue- from Ludwig's so he could say in a creepily-cheery voice, " You feel kind of stiff, Germany~!"

Ludwig flinched but only said, his voice hoarse, " I-Italy-"

Italy pressed up against him again, and Ludwig could hear the smile in his voice- and this time it wasn't pervertedly cheery.

" I love-a you, Germany..."

Ludwig let out a small sigh and leaned back against Italy- although he still couldn't help but feel awkward about just where Italy's hand had "wandered" to.

" J-ja, Italy... Ich liebe dich, auch."