[IC R-18 sillies] Sleepovers With Germany Are Dangerous.

[failiciano]

[Because he's Italy, he's sleeping first. Or, rather, because he ran back over to Germany's house while he was in the shower and, for once, decided not to bust in there and talk to him, he hopped into bed, bored, and fell asleep first. He would've loved to wait for him! But he was too comfortable

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[1amkeit]

[After Germany'd washed his hands once more, he reached out to grab hold of Italy's hand to stop him]

I-I'll clean it since you also cleaned mine.

[failiciano]

[He paused and tried to keep a somewhats cared look from his face before nodding.]

M-mm! Please don't break my face! [He allowed him to take the soap from him, then.]

[1amkeit]

[Germany released some of the frustration on the soap by squeezing it a bit as if it were a stressball]

I told you I wouldn't! Trust me already!

[After he'd covered his hands with suds, he rested one on the space between Italy's neck and shoulder, and cupped his cheek with the other, spreading the soapy water over his cheek, chin and forehead, while avoiding his eyes and mouth]

[failiciano]

[Italy leaned away from him, nervously at the squeezing. In response to the demand regarding trust, he nodded.]

I do! B-but Germany could have an accident or. . .or something!

[He quieted himself once it started, keeping his eyes and mouth shut, trying to hold still.]

[1amkeit]

Then you'll just have to bear with it!

[Germany couldn't deny it was possible, after all]

[He rubbed his fingertips over Italy's forehead, down the bridge of his nose, and hopped over to his other cheek, all the while making sure he was thorough but not too rough. As always]

[failiciano]

V-vee--

[The rubbing down his nose made him giggle and smile a little, and he seemed to calm down through the rest of it. He tried not to giggle at the tickling, bubbly feeling all over his face.]

[1amkeit]

[After stowing away the soap, Germany brought his other hand over his cheeks, forehead and chin again. He washed the suds from his hands and when they were clean, Germany did the same to his face, wiping away all the bubbles]

Keep your eyes closed and hold your breath for a few seconds.

[He detached the shower nozzle and made sure the pressure was set low. Brushing away Italy's bangs with his free hand, he brought the shower head over his cheek and, with deliberate movements so he wouldn't surprise Italy, washed away any remaining suds from his face. The whole process didn't take very long, though]

[failiciano]

Mm! [He did as he was told, after taking a deep breath to prove he was listening, even puffing out his cheeks. He closed his eyes more tightly when the stream got close enough to them, scrunching up his face regardless. Once Germany was done, he let out the breath he'd been holding, then smiled brightly.]

Subordinate one's face is clean now, Captain?

[1amkeit]

Ah, yes. Well done, Italy...

[Germany concluded the shower with a small pat on Italy's head and wondered whether he should be waking up or if this dream had something else in store for him]

[failiciano]

Ve!

[With that, Italy leaned over and turned the water off, before leaning himself on Germany, rubbing his cheek against his chest contentedly.]

Captain! Subordinate One requests permission to dry off and go to bed now!

[1amkeit]

You don't have to ask permission for that! Of course you have to dry off or you'll catch a cold!

[He was about to point to where he'd placed the towels earlier, before he realized the towels were already in his hands somehow. Shrugging it off as part of the dream, Germany dropped one over Italy's head, and quickly dried himself off with the other]

[failiciano]

Yes si--oomph! [Even though the towel wasn't that heavy. . .he quickly dried off his hair and the rest of himself, before throwing down the towel and running back into Germany's room to throw himself on the bed. Hopefully he'd dried himself thoroughly, as not to wet the sheets.]

[1amkeit]

[When Germany had finished cleaning things up in the bathroom, he realized they'd left their spare clothes in the laundry room. Seeing Italy had went to bed, Germany put on his boxershorts and fetched their clothes from the laundry room to bring them to the bedroom, laying Italy's shirt by his side and his own set of spare clothes by the other side]

If you're going to sleep, at least put on some underwear!

[failiciano]

But I never sleep with anything on, Germany! Your room's nice and warm~

[He rolled around a bit, picking up the spare clothes he'd been given to roll around with, though he didn't put them on. He laughed to himself.] Germany, Germany! it's time for bed, Germany, come to bed, Germany! [It was probably because it was a dream, but for someone who was as sleepy as he was he was rather energetic.]

[1amkeit]

[Germany sighed. Even in his dreams Italy refused to wear something to bed now? When he noticed Italy rolling around with his clothes, his expression morphed into a scowl]

D-Don't just mess up those clothes for no reason!

[For Germany it was the opposite. He had followed Italy into the bedroom with the intention of lying besides Italy and reading a book, but suddenly he felt as if the day had been longer than it really was and he was tired enough to sleep. After he'd grabbed the shirt he usually slept in, he put it on and crept under the covers]

...Ah, all right. But just this once!

[failiciano]

Yay! Grazie, Germany!

[When he'd settled in next to him, his energy had died down some and he stopped rolling to slide next to him. At first he rest one of his hands on his side, before sliding it up to cup his cheek while he leaned up and kissed him on the lips, before resuming his previous, close position.]

G'night, Germany.