A GerIta Fanfic Gone Wrong

Italy fondled Germany's man-breasts, dragging his tongue along his chest and caressing his tits in the palms of his hands. He breathed heavily in Germany's ear, because he knew how much Germany liked that. As Germany unbuttoned Italy's unnecessarily tight pants, Austria walked into the room and gasped dramatically at the sight of Germany and Italy lying on his previously made bed.
"Vat are you two doing!? Get out of here!"
He violently pointed out the door, motioning for them to leave, when Germany asked in a startled voice, "Vhy ze hell are you vearing a red hot tutu covered in sparkles!?"
Austria blushed almost as brightly as his tutu and stuttered, "I-It's none of your... I don't really... It's just that... I'M TRYING TO SAVE MY MARRIAGE!"