APH- Over the hill- GxIGermany awoke to something wet on his face. He opened his eyes to see his large mastiff, standing on the bed and licking his face. He grunted in annoyance to being woken up, then realised someone was in the bed next to him.APH- Over the hill- GxI2 years ago in Romance
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Wearing no clothes.
"MEIN GOTT! Italy, if you're going to sleep in my bed at least do it wearing clothes!" He jumped out of bed, nearly stepping on his dog.
Italy, ever the deep sleeper, barely heard him, but his eyes still fluttered open to Germany's voice.
"V-veh... Luddy? I... I don't feel so good..." He curled up into a ball under the covers.
Germany frowned. "Italy, you know we have an important training session today. Come on, you need breakfast before we go." Italy's stomach churned at the thought of food and he didn't move. Germany began getting impatient.
"Italy!" He grabbed the covers and ripped them off of the small Italian, forgetting, of course, that the brunette was naked.
Italy squeaked as cold air washed over him, and curled up tighter. Germany sighe
First KissConrad had been dreading this moment all evening, both dreading it and feeling his stomach turn over almost pleasantly at the coming thought; even as he had watched Toni nibble at her dish of curried chicken beneath orange paper lanterns in the Indian café where he taken her for dinner. It was the moment where the conversation would slip into an expectant silence, when everything he wanted to say seemed absolutely impossible to verbalize, when he remembered the real reason he was so nervous.First Kiss4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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But now it was here, had arrived as soon as they reached the stairs of her apartment complex, his uneasy anticipation mounting with every step. They had arrived, Toni's smile suddenly growing shy beneath the glow of her porch light as she turned to face him.
"Dinner was lovely." Had her eyes always looked that soft, or was he merely just noticing now?
"Yeah, I used to go there all the time, before..." Damn. That was the last thing he'd been planning to mention, drawing attention to what... he
In Which Conrad Has Nice HairWarm fingers slid through the short mess of dark strands, tapered fingernails gently scraping against his scalp in a tug-shove motion, pushing and pulling at his hair contentedly, like a kitten with a scrap of warm blanket.In Which Conrad Has Nice Hair3 years ago in Fan Fiction
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"You have the nicest hair."
She sighed happily and began kneading through his dark waves once more, curling the short ends around her fingers while he turned another page. The newsprint crinkled in his cold hands, he batted at a corner threatening to fold over on itself and grimaced, single fang jutting out in disgust.
"Can you believe what's happening in Afghanistan right now? Thousands of people killed, AGAIN." He huffed and shuffled the paper, looking ready to glare a hole through the offending article. "The world is full of idiots, and
Her fingers crept down the sides of his temples, twirling her nails around his dark hair and tilting his head backwards to meet her gaze as he gaped upwards.
"Can't it wait?" She slid one hand forward and pushed the paper