Cross-posted from hetachallenge
Cannolo Interruptus
By kira
For shuriken7
Germany blinked. The hall at the local Knights of Columbus was decorated for a party and yet, no one was there aside from himself and Italy. Even America, where the place was located, was conspicuously absent.”Italy?”
“America said the World 8 meeting was supposed to be held here. When I was here earlier helping him to set up while you were going over the agenda, I told him I wanted to have a birthday party for you. I know you have no idea when your birthday is, but I thought it would be fun.”
“Thank you.” Germany looked away as he felt his cheeks heating up.
“I guess they canceled the meeting, so if you want, we could go wander around Little Italy instead and eat cannoli siciliani.” Italy smiled.
“Or we can stay here and eat them,” Germany, pointing to a tray of them, said.
“Oh yeah…” Italy wandered over to them. Picking one up, he bit into it and made happy little noises as he ate it.
Germany watched him. He blushed as it was positively obscene the way his little buddy was going at it. His breath quickening, a certain part of his anatomy began to swell and harden. A soft moan escaped his lips when Italy stuffed the rest of the canoli in his mouth.
Italy looked up at him. “Are you okay, Germany?”
He nodded. His little buddy had a little spot of cannolo filling on his lower lip and there was a part of him that was dying to lick it off. He refused to listen to the much louder part of himself that was screaming at him to get Italy naked and lick the cannoli filling off him as he was sure it was confused due to hunger pangs and the fact that his auburn haired dream-girl usually did naughty things like that to him in his fantasies and it was simply a coincidence that Italy just happened to be doing something… well, just as naughty.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Italy blinked. His best friend was all red in the face like he usually got when yelling at him, but he did not look angry at all. When Italy thought about it, Germany looked kind of like Spain whenever he got all cuddly with his brother Romano, but there was also something there that reminded him of France. It also did not help matters that his best friend looked like he was drooling.
Germany tried to say something, but the words refused to form in his head, never mind leaving his mouth.
At this point, Italy was really concerned. At a total loss as to what to do, he moved towards his best friend and simply threw his arms around him in a hug. He smiled as he looked up into Germany’s face. “Feeling better now?”
Germany closed his eyes and swallowed. His little buddy was so sweet and so close that he just melted into the shorter man’s embrace. They stayed together for several heartbeats, before backing away, or at least they tried to. Somehow Italy’s wild hair got caught on his iron cross.
“Ve… Germany! I’m stuck!” he wailed.
It was just the thing to bring Germany back to his senses. His little buddy was in trouble, well not exactly, but it was close enough. He carefully brought his hands up and gently began to work the hair free. So focused was he on the job at hand, that it took him several minutes before he realized that Italy had not only melted against him, but he was panting and moaning. It was his turn to ask if his little buddy was alright, and when Italy whimpered in reply, Germany redoubled his efforts to get them untangled. They more he fussed with Italy’s wild hair, the more soft and mewling the noises his made became, and if he was able to pay attention to more than just the job at hand, he would have noticed how his little buddy’s hand was stroking his vital regions.
Italy closed his eyes; each little tug on his curl was sending little jolts of pleasure straight down his spine to pool deep within his cock. If his best friend did not hurry up and free him, his little cannolo was going to explode in his pants. Just when he thought he could not hold back any longer, Germany suddenly stood up and smiled.
“You’re free.” He frowned. “Italy?! Are you alright?”
Italy whimpered in reply. He was so close to something so special involving his best friend that he was somewhat annoyed with that fact that it never happened.
“Italy?” Germany gently tugged on his curl. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? If so, I’m sorry.”
Italy looked up at him. “I… I’m fine…” he said breathlessly.
“Okay…” Germany said as he moved his head to have a look at the side of his little buddy’s head. He ran his fingers through Italy’s hair, looking for a bump, or blood, anything to explain his little buddy’s odd behavior. Then it hit him. Each tender stroke on that particular side was having the same effect on his little buddy that looking at his girly magazines had on him. Turning beet red, Germany tried one last thing; he grabbed a few strands of Italy’s hair on the right side and gave it a gentle tug. Relief flooded him when instead of a soft breathy moan; he got a string of Italian curses that would probably make Romano blush and a death glare that would have been at home on his own face. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea…”
Italy nodded as he rubbed the tender spot. “Just don’t do it again.”
“Of course not.” Germany looked away and back, he was very conscious of how close they still were to each other and how things had gotten a bit out of hand. He felt his cheeks heating up again. “Ummm…”
“What?” Italy frowned.
“Here…” Germany reached up behind his neck, opening the clasp on the chain that held his iron cross. He brought his hands down, and before Italy could say anything, he put the necklace around his little buddy’s neck. “So it won’t get caught on you any more…”
“Thanks!” Italy hugged him.
Germany, giving into a wild impulse, hugged him back. “You’re welcome.”
“Aaah! There you are, Brüderlein!” Prussia called out. “I found them!” Grinning wickedly as he approached, he said, “So you two decided to ditch the meeting for some,” he waggled his eyebrows as he threw his arms around both of them, “and make a man out of each of you, hunh? France is going to be so jealous!!”
“Jealous of what?” France said as he entered the hall with the rest of the World 8 members.
“My baby brother got himself a nice piece of Italian-” Prussia started only to shut up when his brother glared at him.
“You got an Italian what?” Italy asked.
“Cannoli,” Germany said.
“Hey! Get your hands off my brother, you stupid potato bastards!” Romano roared as he stormed over to them.
“You should be happy for them, Romano,” Prussia said, “my little brother finally woke up and got himself some…” he looked over at Italy and back at Romano. “Cannoli.” He winked.
“I’m going to kill that bastard!” Romano lunged at them, sparking another spirited argument in Italian between the brothers when Italy broke away to stand in front of him.
“Awe… it’s really cute how he stepped in to defend your honor like that, Brüderlein,” Prussia smirked.
“Shut up, Arschloch!” Germany pushed past him, and grabbing Italy by the arm, he dragged towards the exit.
“Germany…?”
Letting go, he said, “I suddenly feel like touring Little Italy.” Germany pulled a tour book out of his suit jacket’s pocket and thumbed through it.
Italy smiled. “Me too!” he chirped as they exited of the hall and onto the street…