Any Taller

Italy – 172 cm

Germany – 180 cm

"The 8 centimeter barrier is thick..."

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"Doitsu, Doitsu~!" The auburn-haired male sung gleefully as he came up behind the larger nation, waving his arms about like a small child would. "Doitsu, come here!"

Taking notice of Feliciano, Germany reluctantly made his way over to where he stood. Or rather, where he was bouncing on his heels with anticipation. "What do you want now, Italy?" His tone did not sound as much annoyed as it sounded tired. Spending even a few minutes with the peppy young man always seemed to wear him out. In more ways than one.

"Can I have another good morning hug?" Italy requested, his curl bouncing with the rhythm of his heels. "I wanna see if I'm any taller than before!"

"Mein Gott," Germany said to himself, rubbing his temples for a moment. "This nonsense again?" He had only been bothered with this same question for the past three weeks. Italy just could not seem to accept that he would not be able to reach up to the German man's height.  

"Ve?" He cocked his head questioningly. He had no clue why Germany was being so uncertain."But I've been measuring myself every morning, and I've been eating plenty of pasta too." He smiled innocently. "I heard that pasta can make you grow taller~"

Germany raised a slightly disturbed brow. "Who the hell told you that?"

"No one, really," Italy said truthfully. "But pasta solves all of my other problems~"

This kind of logic didn't faze Germany in the least now. He just sighed. "Italy, you cannot grow any taller in such a short amount of time." Doubled with the fact that Italy was twenty years old and had stopped growing when he was eighteen.

"B-but I know I have!" Italy protested, stepping a little closer to the blond, eyes widening. "Can I try, Doitsu? Please?"

"...Fine. Just don't get your hopes up." He muttered.

Italy answered with a broad smile before awkwardly flinging his arms around the blond man's shoulders, causing him to stumble back a bit. "Ve~" He purred, smiling contently. "See, Doitsu? I can reach you now."

Germany smirked slightly, putting his own bulky arms around the younger man's waist, pulling him closer. "That's only because you're standing on your toes." He glanced down to Italy's boots, seeing how he was straining to keep himself up that high. Even then, he barely reached Germany's face.

Italy giggled. "I couldn't do that before," He said. "I've grown a little bit."

Germany's smirk turned into a light smile. "I suppose you have." He seemed surprised that Italy was actually correct for once. He brushed back a part of Italy's hair that blocked his face.

Italy sighed contently. His smile then faded for a moment. "But I still can't reach up any further..." He then dropped down back onto his feet, not being able to stand on his tip-toes any longer. "That hurt..."

Germany sighed once again as he saw the look of disappointment in the Italian man's eyes. He stepped forward, entwining his finger around his hair curl. Immediately, Italy faltered, a bright pink flush forming in his cheeks. "V-ve... D-doit...Doitsu..." Beads of sweat formed at the top of his head, his curl twitching involuntarily. Feelings of pleasure began to overcome him. "O-oh...O...h..."

Germany used his other hand to gently raise Italy up further, bringing him only inches away from his face. He let his lips meet with Italy's, who moaned softly as they touched. The auburn-haired male curled his arms around the blond's neck, being brought closer to his torso. He let out more muffled noises of content as Germany continued to twirl that little tuft of hair.

When they finally pulled apart, Germany let Italy down back to the ground, who was breathing heavier than normal. "T-thank you, Doitsu..." He murmured, chuckling embarrassingly as he noticed his curl was still fluttering. "I love you, ve~" He nuzzled back into Germany's chest, smiling contently.

Germany's lips curled upward, ruffling Italy's hair. "I love you too, Italia." He said, bringing him closer to him.

Italy let out a little hum before speaking again. "Also, I borrowed your boots to wear." He smiled sheepishly, just pressing his face further into his lover's chest. "Mine weren't the right height. They still didn't work very well, though."