Ice Cream mishaps.

It was a typical day in the Axis headquarters, aka Germany's house. Italy crashed on Germany's couch from training, Japan drank some green tea as he looked at the blueprints that Germany made a few days prior. (Name), their newest ally, was nowhere to be found. As for the German, he currently enjoying some Advil and a cold beer. A low moan echoed the silent house, then again and again. Japan and Germany looked at each other, wondering what the hell is going on. Italy didn't hear a damn thing for the fact he is embracing the True Italian and still asleep. The moans got louder and louder.

"Sounds rike it is coming from upstairs." Japan observed.

"I vill find out." Germany said, cautiously walking up the stairs, cheeks pink.

"I hope (Name) is ok." Japan said as he watched Germany made his way towards the moans.

Meanwhile, Germany's cheeks grew redder by the second. Then he discovered it is coming from (Name's) room. 'Vhat if she is………………….naked?' He thought, pausing in front of the door. 'I shouldn't go in…' But curiousity killed the cat, or in this case the German, as he pushed open the door. Peeking inside, he didn't see her at first so he open the door wider and found (name) alight. She currently sitting cross-legged on her bed with Ben and Jerry's ice cream pint. Licking off the ice cream from the spoon, another moan erupted before she noticed that Germany, red face and all, is standing in her doorway.

"I hope I wasn't too loud. I haven't had such amazing ice cream in awhile. Any reason why you are beet red?" She smirked, licking the spoon. All of the blood rushed to his face, watching all of this.

"Nein." that is all he said, but (Name) had no idea what kind of 'thoughts' he was having before she talked. He made his way back down stairs where Japan awaited to tell him what Germany figured out.

"So you know what caused the moaning?" His question was answered by Germany slamming his head against the table, repeatedly. Moments later, they heard footsteps come down the stairs, revealing (Name) in the archway to the kitchen, where Japan and Germany currently reside.

"You know Germany, you are really a pervert. You and your closet." Germany paled to the point of passing out. Japan, really not wanting to know what she is talking about, walked out of the room.

"You really need to hide your ice cream better and not to leave me to my own devices in your house. At least hide the key a whole the hell a lot better." She smirked, scrapping the last little bit off the dessert out of the carton. Slamming his head back on the table, he had every intention to knock himself out to get out of this rather embarrassing and awkward conversation he found himself in. With great success, he did knock himself out from the impact. (Name) watched in horror when he wasn't moving. Taking the seat next to him, she poked him.

No response.

Another poke.

Still no response.

"I think I broke Germany. Germany? Germany?" She relentlessly poked the non-responsive German.