GermanyxItaly Germany sat on his bed, tears softly caressing his face. "Italy...why must you be so cute?"
Italy was always so happy-go-lucky and liked everyone. Now if only he could love Germany.
He wanted to hold the small man in his arms, like a true friend. But they were in the middle of a war and Italy needed training.
"Italy's survival over my wishes," Germany reminded himself. "If something happened to him..." he shook his head. "I could never forgive myself."
"Doitsu!" Italy called cutely from the kitchen. "Lunch is ready!"
Germany stood and brushed the tears from his eyes. He'd look proud and pulled together in front of Italy. He would. He absolutely would.
"Doitsu?" Italy sounded worried as Germany swirled pasta around his fork.
"Are you okay? You haven't eaten your pasta or your potatoes!"
You are Here. GermanyxItalyItaly sighed, staring out the window. He was waiting for Germany to come backYou are Here. GermanyxItaly6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There! On the horizon, was the blonde man walking back. He looked tired and
Feliciano ran out of the house, grinning like a maniac.
"Germanyyyyy~" he sang as he got closer to Ludwig. Italy jumped up and
hugged the German enough to make him fall over.
"Italy..." he groaned, standing up, "Stop that." Germany brushed off his pants
and continued on down the road, ignoring the Italian completley.
Italy looked like someone had just stabbed him in the chest.
"G-Germany, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing..I'm just tired." Germany explained, opening the door to his house. He
kicked off his boots and shuffled his way to his bedroom.
Italy knocked on the door which Germany had just closed. "C-Can I come in,
Germany?" he whined.
"I don't care!" came the reply, "Just leave me the hell alone!"
Italy opened the door and saw Germany sitting on his bed, his jacket off and
his shirt unbuttoned over his che
I'd Lie - GermanyxItalySilently Germany rose from his chair. There was no sound, except for Austria turning to play his piano. Italy sat cross-legged on the couch, watching Germany quietly exit the house. For once he decided to stay put. As he sat there he began fidgeting and squirming boredly. Hnnnn. he breathed, standing up and quickly going outside to join Germany.I'd Lie - GermanyxItaly6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Germany was sitting on a fence, staring into the horizon with a blank expression. He was thinking about something, that was for sure. His blue eyes were clouded over and his mouth was in a straight line. He didnt even notice Italy climb onto the fence to sit behind him. It was quiet for a moment. Germany you look kind of sad. Are you okay? Italy actually sounded worried. Of course he would be worried! Germany was his best friend.
The blonde seemed startled that Italy was suddenly there. I am fine, he replied. What a big flaming lie. It did kind of make him feel even worse for lying to I
Beloved Italia GermanyxItaly The house was completely silent, it was a peaceful day. Ludwig lifted a large box full of old riffles and other weapons, he was planning on keeping the, in the attic as to make sure that Feliciano didnt get his hands on them. He kicked the door open and walked in, dust clouds formed every time he took a step.Beloved Italia GermanyxItaly6 years ago in General More Like This
I should really clean up in here, maybe I could get Nipon to help. Said the German, he set the box down on top of a chest, unfortunately he didnt realize that the chest top was curved ;the box of riffles toppled over onto the floor, causing all of them to crash and clatter. Scheisse He cursed under his breath.
Feliciano happily stirred around pasta in the little stove he had in his room while swaying back and forth. He was in his usual happy mood, the sun was shining into his room and he could hear birds c
GermanyxItalyGermany slowly woke up to Italy's shuddering in the middle of the night. He drowsily opened his eyes and saw the corner of Italy's lips twitching as he dreamed, the full moon shone through their window providing only pale light to see. Italy soon began talking in his sleep, something about an alien, pasta, and a psychotic France. Germany smiled to himself as he listened to Italy talk; it was funny, some nice entertainment to wake up to. He looked down and noticed his arm was wrapped protectively around Italy's chest, 'Every single time I wake up at night I'm holding him ' he thought to himself. Germany knew he loved Italy, but he was unsure of how to show it but it seemed like at night when they were sleeping, showing Italy this little bit of love was easy. Germany looked back up at Italy's face, he looked like an angel: eyes lightly closed, pink lips open just slightly, and his golden-brown hair brushing against hiGermanyxItaly3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
GermanyxItaly Keep Me In Your Memory"Don't !" The Italian cried.GermanyxItaly Keep Me In Your Memory3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm sorry, I don't have a choice." Ludwig said as he bent down to grab the handle of his bag.
"You can't!" Feliciano pled, fresh tears blinding him.
He reached out for the German in front of him and grasped onto his uniform, entangling his fingers in the fabric. "You can't leave me! You can't!" he continued to cry
Ludwig tightened his grip on his bag. He let out a shaky breath. Why did it have to be so hard?
"I'm sorry, Italy." He said plainly, trying to keep himself calm.
Ludwig continued walking but Feliciano's grip tightened, making it slightly harder for him to continue as if nothing was happening.
"I-I promise! I'll get up extra early to train if that will make you happy! I'll try to be stronger if that's what you want me to be! I'll be anything you want me to be! Just don't go!"
Ludwig squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep himself from getting teary eyed. He didn't realize how desperate the little Italian would be. He didn't say anyt
GermanyxItaly - IntoxicatedGermany x Italy - IntoxicatedGermanyxItaly - Intoxicated4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Germany was once again annoyed to find that he could not concentrate on his work. Normally, he would give his workload his full attention and finish it in quick succession, and then he would concentrate on even more work. He liked being productive; it made him feel useful when he managed to complete his paperwork on time and get praised for it. Lately though, he wasn't being very productive. No, this one thought had been swimming around in his mind for a while, washing away any other thoughts. This thought was Italy. Of course he'd thought of Italy before; he usually wondered such things as whether or not he was safe, and what way was the best way to teach him to tie his laces; but he'd never thought about him this much before, and it was driving him insane. He ended up getting worried out of his mind for Italy's safety, and concerned as to whether Italy would ever tie his laces by himself, thus becoming independent (Though Germany didn't really mind Italy
APH- Over the hill- GxIGermany awoke to something wet on his face. He opened his eyes to see his large mastiff, standing on the bed and licking his face. He grunted in annoyance to being woken up, then realised someone was in the bed next to him.APH- Over the hill- GxI3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wearing no clothes.
"MEIN GOTT! Italy, if you're going to sleep in my bed at least do it wearing clothes!" He jumped out of bed, nearly stepping on his dog.
Italy, ever the deep sleeper, barely heard him, but his eyes still fluttered open to Germany's voice.
"V-veh... Luddy? I... I don't feel so good..." He curled up into a ball under the covers.
Germany frowned. "Italy, you know we have an important training session today. Come on, you need breakfast before we go." Italy's stomach churned at the thought of food and he didn't move. Germany began getting impatient.
"Italy!" He grabbed the covers and ripped them off of the small Italian, forgetting, of course, that the brunette was naked.
Italy squeaked as cold air washed over him, and curled up tighter. Germany sighe
Augen Auf - GermanxItalyIt's a bit surprising at first when Germany is told to close his eyes and actually obeys, rather grudgingly, the Italian's giggling demands. Despite not having a choice (what with one warm hand being placed briefly over his eyes), Germany decides to humor Feliciano even though his better intentions tell him to, well... not.Augen Auf - GermanxItaly6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Keep them shut, Germany!"
"Why." The way he says it isn't even questioning- it's more of a demand for knowledge.
"Because I said so!"
"Ah..." Germany wasn't entirely sure he should trust Italy's intentions. Feliciano wasn't exactly the most clever person in the world but Germany had been wrong before... however grudgingly he was willing to admit this. Ludwig scowls as Italy removes his hand and dares himself to open one eye- catching a blurred and discolored glimpse of Feliciano's face before his eye is once more covered with a hand. "Italy..."
"Keep your eyes -closed-, Germany!"
"I TOLD you so!" The note in Italy's voice is just a hair above pleadi
Hetalia- GermanyxItaly: Crack FanfictionTECHNECLLY THIS ISN'T A FANFICTION. THIS IS REALLY A TEXT CONVERSATION RIGHT BEFORE OUR ANIME CLUB MEETING BETWEEN MY SEXAH FRIEND AND ME WHILE WE WERE PRETENDING TO BE ITALY AND GERMANY. ALSO IF YOU NOTICE ANY CHARACTER FLAWS DON'T BRING IT UP BECAUSE I HAVE ALREADY MOST LIKELY NOTICEDHetalia- GermanyxItaly: Crack Fanfiction3 years ago in Humor More Like This
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK:
North Italy- Germany! Do you have a mama? I bet you do and I bet she makes lots of tasty food like pasta! If you do have a mama, Germany, would it be okay with her/you if she gave me a ride after anime club?
Germany- Of course, Italy.
Italy- Thank you Germany! I love you so much!
Germany- I . love you too Italy.
Italy- GERMANY :''''D I LOVE YOU TOO!
Germany- Yeah yeah I know
Italy- I'll make you pasta now, Germany!
Germany- Good I'm hungry.
Italy- Okay, I'll fix it right up! Don't go running to France again, okay?
Germany- Fine I'll stay here and watch you make it
Italy- Okay! Here I go! I'll chop up your potatoes just like you li
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Blinding sunlight streamed through the crack in the curtains of the grand window that overlooked the lush green countryside. Birds chirped merrily, bringing life to the atmosphere of the morning. Italy groaned as the twittering roused him from his slumber and his eyes fluttered open, the golden tint in his irises shining like the sun. He yawned loudly and turned over to face away from the window; the light was giving him a headache. Actually, even when turned away he had a headache. It was painful. But why? Where had it come from? How could he make it go away? Maybe he needed more sleep? There didn't seem to be anything going on, so perhaps he could get more sleep. He shut his eyes again and snuggled into the warmth of the pillow, inhaling the scent of it. Italy frowned. What was this scent? He sniffed again, trying to remember this familiar scent. It smelt of shampoo and Wurst. He opened his eyes again and sat up, looking down at the pillow. Wait, th
GerIta: HeartbeatGermany got into bed and was just about to fall asleep when a familiar warmth filled up the bed next to him. He flipped onto his other side and, not surprisingly, found Italy laying next him. He watched as Italy performed his nightly ritual of starting on his right side, then changing to the left, then laying on his stomach, then his back, then finally deciding that the best place to sleep was snuggled up next to Germany with his head buried in Germany's chest. Germany naturally rested his arm across Italy's back and started to fall back asleep, until Italy spoke up.GerIta: Heartbeat3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hm?" he grunted slightly annoyed.
"Why does your heart sound just like you?"
" What on earth does that mean Italy?" He asked slightly curious now.
"It's strong and loud and steady, just like you! Why does it sound like that?"
Trying to think of a good answer so he could get back to sleep he said, "Well, it's my heart right? Why wouldn't it sound l
I'm Always HereTitle: I'm Always HereI'm Always Here4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: angst, slash/yaoi, mild violence, mentioned self-harm, memories of murder
"Bitte!" she begged him. "Er ist nur ein Jungs...! Tötet stattdessen mich! Lasst ihn gehen!"
He said nothing. He looked back at his boss, who was smiling wickedly at him. "Hurry and do it This is what your nation wants what you want."
He turned back to the screaming and squirming young boy in his hand. He was dirty, his face covered in dirt and mud. His ragged clothes were covered in mud and grass stains from the times he had fallen. He was too thin; his arm was easily breakable and his face was starved. The boy kicked at him, desperate to set his arm free and run to the arms of his equally filthy mother. He looked at them. There was nothing wrong with them. They were German citizens; they were just a woman and her child. Why was hunting them down like savages? Even he didn't understand it. However, he was implo
APH:GxI Sickness and HealthItaly woke up confused.APH:GxI Sickness and Health3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What time is it?" He thought. Usually Germany woke him up around 6am. He checked the clock on the bedside table. It said 10am. Italy quickly looked over to see Germany still asleep. Italy had had a nightmare last night and had quietly snuck into Germany's bed. Italy stared at Germany's sleeping face.
"Germany," Italy whispered, poking the German's cheek, "It's time to wake up. I can make pasta for breakfast if you like." Germany groaned and rolled over.
"Something's different about Germany." Italy pondered, "Maybe Japan will know what to do." Italy jumped out of bed and headed for the phone to call Japan. He stood there in his pink boxers waiting for Japan to pick up.
"Moshi moshi?" The little Japanese man picked up the phone after the third ring.
"Japan! I woke up before Germany!" Italy gushed into the phone.
"That's great Italy-san." Japan sighed.
"But I can't wake him up!" Italy started to panic, "He's not himself!"
"Maybe he's sick." Japan suggested, "Does
Yours -- GerIta"Your eyes."Yours -- GerIta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The hand over the German's face was placed in vain; nothing could hide the deep blush that spread all the way from his cheeks to his ears, as much as Germany wished to sink into the shadows and just be free of this embarrassment. "We we are not discussing this, Feliciano."
"Why not?" His head lifted slightly from the German's chest, the ever-present smile gracing his lips. Italy reached up to tug at the blond's wrists, bringing his hands away from his face with an amused giggle. Germany could be so silly, sometimes! "It's something nice to talk about!"
Germany gave no resistance to the Italian's grip, fighting back a sigh as he met the other's eyes. It was too much to expect a quiet night with Italy; they had not been laying in bed five minutes before that musical voice had piped up, dancing from topic to topic in a sudden burst of energy that was certainly not there when Germany had carried him from the couch to the bedroom, already half asleep. He had hoped that may
I Love My Brother Club Itacest Romano exited the stupid club, not really feeling better at all. America could have his brother (who he wasn't really sure existed) if he damn well wanted to. Prussia God dammit he'd had sex with Germany! How fucking unfair! And the rest were as alone as he was.I Love My Brother Club Itacest4 years ago in Humor More Like This
He began thinking about the damn potato bastards again. It wasn't that he wanted to have sex with his brother (not that it wouldn't be totally hot and perfect) but he wanted his brother to actually love him. He could trick Italy into sex, but he'd still be absolutely alone.
Italy didn't even like Romano. He knew Italy was still inhumanely nice to him, but his brother was just like that. One person's inhumanely nice was Italy's annoyance and dislike (not hate, though. Was it even possible for Italy to hate?)
And Romano just kept loathing his life as he walked headfirst into someone on the way home, shutting his eyes in pain.
APH GermanyxItaly Ficlet--APH GermanyxItaly Ficlet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ludwig looked down at the oddly-shaped clump of clay in his hands. Feliciano said they would have fun today, but to be honest, he was not having fun. He had pieces of earth under his fingernails and his hands felt incredibly dry.
If it were not for Feliciano, Ludwig would have thrown the clump on the floor and left it to die, yet he was determined to make the little brunet happy in any way he could.
After a few more attempts, Ludwig set the clay down in defeat. He had intended for it to be a bowl, but odd lumps protruded from the sides and the bottom of the clump was far from flat. Artistic traits did not run in his blood and it clearly showed. With a small sigh, he set the failure back onto the table, watching with increased irritation as it rolled around in a circle. Italy, this is not working out too well
Feliciano responded by picking up the mushy rock and examining it closely. After a few seconds, a smile grew across his face. But, Germany, this is a gre
Ti Amo, Insegnante -GerIta-Sitting in his German class, Feliciano winced slightly as something hit the back of his head. Turning around, he noticed a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor just behind his chair. Picking up the paper, he turned back around in his seat, unfurled it, and began to read;Ti Amo, Insegnante -GerIta-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Stop talking so loud when we have to recite the German numbers. It's a complete embarrassment to think that the person, who can be clearly heard above the rest because of his voice-that-refuses-to-break, is a boy. Just because you're a poof, doesn't mean you should drag the rest of the men in the room down with you.
Feliciano sniffled slightly as he heard the sniggering of Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones, no doubt the two boys behind the letter. Feliciano had only transferred to the school about two months ago, from Italy. At first, most people had liked him, especially the girls, who thought he was adorable with his high voice, accent and air-head qualities. That was until Arthur and Alfred exp
Ich Liebe Dich auch, mein Schuler -GerIta-Rain thundered down outside the café, rattling the windows as it hit them. The sky was gloomy and grey, perfectly matching the atmosphere inside the building. The lights were dim, the walls and furniture a deep, oak brown, giving the entire café a miserable aura, which reflected in the emptiness of it. There were only 3 people in the café; a young barista, cleaning tea cups, and hoping for at least a little more business in this dreadful weather; a lone student who sat at the back, brightly coloured headphones covering his ears, studying, while bobbing his head to the sound of Iron Maiden, the faint buzz of which could be heard throughout the silent café. The last person was a man of Aryan descent, sitting alone at a table at the front of the café, next to the window. He occasionally glanced up at the clock on the wall, taking sips of his coffee between those glances, but otherwise, his amethyst eyes were fixated on the street outside. As the time tickedIch Liebe Dich auch, mein Schuler -GerIta-2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Any TallerItaly 172 cmAny Taller3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Germany 180 cm
"The 8 centimeter barrier is thick..."
"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
GermanyxItalyGermanyxItalyGermanyxItaly4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1st Family Dinner
It's been over a month now since Germany and I got engaged. It happened when he asked me out on a date.
"so, I Italy, are you uh enjoying your food?"
"yea!! This is great" Italy said through a mouth full of pasta. A piece of tomato sauce dripped from Italy's mouth as he scarrfed down the pasta. Germany thought he was a total slob, but a cute one. After the first course, the waiter poured a glass of champagne, first in Italy's glass, then in Germany's glass. Italy began to drink, till he noticed something in the glass. He pulled it out and it was a ring?
"Hey Germany look, I found a ring in my champagne glass!!" Italy started giggling, still not realizing what was going on, and then it happened. Germany got up, walked over to the giggling Italian, and got on his knee. Italy was confused.
"G Germany?" Italy asked co
PerfectThere was nothing wrong with him. At least, his grandfather always said so. His beloved fratello would have a million things to say otherwise, but that was just him to randomly throw insults and hide his love for that person. If he asked Japan, he would just turn away and politely offer to make some rice balls, so innocent Feli took that as a no. So if there was really nothing wrong with him, why did he keep worrying about what Germany would think of him?Perfect4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With every trip and slip, Italy would find himself blushing furiously each time Germany came over to help him up. Every time he made pasta, he'd quadruple check that it was absolutely perfect. Whenever he and Germany played football, he tried to catch every ball that flew towards him and ended up ashamed after each ball he failed to catch. Feliciano tried not to think too badly of himself, but he really didn't want Ludwig to think he was weak and useless and leave him behind. So, Italy decided to check himself multiple times in the la
GermanyxItaly - Good EveningGermany x Italy Good EveningGermanyxItaly - Good Evening4 years ago in Settings More Like This
All was quiet on that sunny day in Germany. The birds chirped merrily in the high trees as the evening began to set in, and the open door welcomed a warm breeze into the household of Germany. He sighed contentedly and looked up from his book at the small Italian sat beside him on the couch. For once he was actually being moderately quiet; playing with and stroking Germany's dogs. Italy laughed jovially as they licked his face, contagiously causing Germany to laugh through his large, round nose.
"Ve~" Sighed Italy, ruffling the fur on the dog's head. The dog was relaxed, yet rigid, afraid to move in case the slightest movement caused Italy to stop fussing over him.
"It seems they've grown to like you, Italy." Said Germany, picking his beer up off the table and taking a long gulp.
"Yeah, I was afraid of them at first because they're really big; but they're not that scary once you get to know them." Germany sighed, placing his beer back onto