Secret: GermanyXReader

Before I know it, I'm lying wide awake in bed, spooning my pillow. Feeling no shame whatsoever, I let out a sigh and roll onto my back, swiping a bit of drool off the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.

My eyes grow heavy for sleep, but have become too tired to achieve even a dreamless nap. My feet stick out of the cover, leaving my toes curled and cold. All different kinds of thoughts swarm my brain; from the meaning of life to the decision of the best breakfast choice in the morning.

The sensation of the ocean still rocks me as if I were sleeping on a boat. The smell of my unwashed hair only contributes to my situation. Clumsily, I focus on pulling my half-awake self to be sitting up. My muscles ache, my throat is dry.

For a couple of days the Axis Powers and I were stranded on an island with no way to escape. I swear if it wasn’t for the nearby Chinatown and s'mores over the fire, I would have gone insane from the lack of good food.

But now, we are all safely at Japan’s house, recovering for the night before training tomorrow. I admit; it was nice on that island. Our little group of four became closer and Germany suspended our training. Italy and I both wound up with a wicked sunburn though.

Also, over the span of a few days, I told Japan that I have a crush on Germany. It was just in case we were stranded for more than a few days; I didn't want to end up dying and have the secret untold. Japan hasn't said anything about it to anyone, not yet anyway. And from what I suspect, Italy has no clue whatsoever about my crush.

My face heats up at the thought of Germany and I kick the futon cover aside. I accidently stand up too quickly and become lightheaded, the world around me spins. My room is still cloaked in darkness, but through my wicked headache I began to wonder if anyone else is awake.

I bend over with a sigh, reaching out to find my switchblade. Ever since the Allies attacked us on the island, I decided that I’d never go anywhere without it. The worn leather handle is a rick brown, my name is carved into both sides. It was a gift from Switzerland when I was recognized as an official nation in Europe.

Once finding it, I run my thumb over the handle before stuffing it into the front pocket of my sweatpants.

So I can keep my balance, I walk slowly across the room to the sliding door. I quietly slide it open, slipping out into a cold and starry night. The deck boards groan softly as I walk across them, my switchblade hits my thigh as I walk.

Germany and Italy are staying just two doors down from me. The door to their room is closed, so I quietly roll it open and peak in.

Moonlight enters the room, chasing any shadows away to reveal an unmade futon. Sighing, I shut the door. They're not there, they haven’t even gone to bed yet.

I shiver as the wind blows, making my already unruly hair whip around my face. I precede to walk back to my room to retrieve a jacket.

That's when I notice the room next to mine is lit. Curiously, I walk over and peek through the small crack between the two halves of the door. Japan, Germany, and Italy all sit at a green checkered kotatsu.

Italy is fast asleep. From what I see, he wears his blue uniform jacket halfway buttoned and yellow boxers. Germany is to my right, talking to Japan who sits across from him. Japan's fluffy little dog, Pochi, is curled up against his owner’s hip.

I smile, sliding open the door to join in on the fun. Imminently, my presents is greeted by a happy woof from Pochi and a hello from Japan  "Oh, herro, (Name)-chan," he says "did we wake you?" I close the door and shake my head "No, woke up on my own." I reply. I walk over to the kotatsu and sit down across from Italy.

I tuck the blanket around me comfortably and prop my elbows up on the table
“What’d I miss?” I ask. Germany holds out a small blue battleship covered bright pink polka dots “Japan vas able to make theze.” he said.

Narrowing my eyes, I take the tiny ship into my hands “It comes in twelve different colors and patterns," Japan said “next month we wirr have a popular voice actress do the commercial announcement.” I hold in my laugh, wondering if this toy-like creation is the U-boat Germany wanted.

I hand it back to Germany, blushing wildly when my fingers touch his “Zo vat do jou think?” Germany asks quickly “It’s cool.” I said “Creative.”

Italy continues to sleep away, once in awhile a quiet “Ve” escapes him. As Japan and Germany talk, I study them out of the corner of my eye. Germany wears a black tank top, not sure about pants. His slick back hair has a few unruly strands, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His green military jacket is folded neatly beside him. Unlike me, he doesn’t seem to have traces of sunburn.

Japan, on the other hand, just looks like Japan. His jet-black hair is neatly combed, his fair skin is untouched, and he wears a pressed and faded blue kimono.  

I lay my chin on top my hands, annoyed that only Italy and I got sunburnt.

Germany and Japan continue to talk, bouncing from one topic to another. I state my opinions when I think of them, but I mostly try to fight the sleep threatening to take over.

Eventually, my mind slips back into the ocean’s lullaby, my head lolls to the side.
"(Name)," I hear Germany say, he gently shakes my shoulder "(Name)."
But I'm already gone.

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Italy wakes me the next morning.
“Bella~” he calls, flinging open the sliding door “I’m-a making pasta for-a breakfast!” I imminently sit up, eyes wide in alert "Huh?"
"Wow, you look-a tired." Italy sits on my futon, innocently invading my personal space. He's half dressed, but at least he has pants on.
"I wanna go back to sleep." I reply.

I yawn as Italy asks me the usual; what I want on my pasta, if I can hide him before training, if I thought cats had rough tongues, etc.

"Germany-a carried you to bed last-a night." he states abruptly. Instantly, my face turns crimson "H-he did?"
"Si."
I didn't know what else to say but "Oh."
Italy sighs "I wish he-a would have-a did that for me," he says, thoughtfully "Germany-a woke me from-a really nice dream."

I smile to myself, wondering what kind of dream Italy could possibly have had "You know," Italy whispers, glancing around "I think Germany like-a you."  
"H-huh?"
Italy smiles "Si! He-a told me that you're-a really pretty!"

My blush deepens. Millions of questions race through my mind. I look away from Italy. Did Germany really say that, or are Italy and him messing with me?

Is this Japan's doing? Italy could never come up with something like this on his own, could he? Besides, he doesn't even know I like Germany!

But at the same time, Japan is not the type of person to screw around with a girl's feelings.

Before I can question him any further, Italy is already out the door, humming and singing some made up tune that starts out with the words "Draw a circle, thats the earth!"