kitstheseedrian

Italy simply stared at Germany in the rapidly fading moonlight. It was a worm summer night, or rather morning since the sun was starting to rise, so he wasn't wearing a shirt to bed, just boxers. Italy reached out and gently slid his fingers over Germany's skin. He lightly traced Germany's lips. He was sleeping on his stomach and he looked peaceful. A stressful week has gone by thankfully and with it a weekend where Germany can relax alongside Italy. Their covers were on his lower back showing the bare skin. And all the scars. Germany's body was covered in scars he realized. On the front of him and the back. Even the sides. How many war