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. GermanyxItaly5 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 - GermanyxItaly5 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 GermanyxItaly5 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 - IntoxicatedGermany x Italy - IntoxicatedGermanyxItaly - Intoxicated3 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
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
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
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
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
Germany x Italy - RelaxGermany x Italy - RelaxGermany x Italy - Relax3 years ago in Settings More Like This
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: Heartbeat2 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
Germany's Confession I stabbed my fork into the juicy wurst I was eating for dinner. It was my favorite, but it didn't taste the same without Italy there. I ran a hand through my hair. I hadn't seen the pasta-loving red-head since I snapped at him the other day for waking up to see him curled up, naked, next to me. I rubbed my eyes. I was thoroughly overjoyed to wake up with a cute boy cuddling into my bare chest. I let out a sigh. If only I could tell Italy my feelings instead of using my cold and serious facade around him. I would tell him if I didn't melt every time he kissed me, or hugged me, or did anything, really. He was too much for me. Everything about him; his cuteness, his love for pasta, how he showed his feelings freely like how I wish I could... everything. I missed him. I know that he'd forgive me for kicking him out of my house, and yelling at him, but I still had my worries. That small voice that gently said 'But what if he doesn't...' I closed my eyes.Germany's Confession4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Germany and Italy...Apologetic KissLudwig looked over to his left, then to his right, and finally closed his eyes, sighing. I shouldn't have yelled at Italy like I did, he thought. But it isn't like I haven't told him time and time again not to-Germany and Italy...Apologetic Kiss3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Italy's high voice screamed in both of Ludwig's ears as he was suddenly slammed into from behind by the young man.
" Vhat the hell-?!" Ludwig said angrily, gruffly trying to get to his knees. " Vhat are you doing, you dumm-"
" I- I- I- I-," Italy stuttered, his face so red yet so stupidly blank, " I just-a wanted to apologise-a, G-Germany!"
Ludwig was kneeling now, hunched over and catching his breath again. Italy shoved a paper in his chest, and Ludwig held the crumpled page in one hand and read it to himself. Yet another poorly- yet somehow heartfelt- apologetic letter. It most certainly wasn't the first he'd received that week.
Ludwig's eyes slid up from the letter and looked at Italy, who was also kneeling across from hi
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
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
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.
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
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 GermanyxItaly Ficlet--APH GermanyxItaly Ficlet5 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
Gerita: Happy Valentine's DayLudwig frowned as another nightmare plagued his dreams time to wake up.Gerita: Happy Valentine's Day4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ludwig's eyes shot open as he yanked his consciousness back to reality. Panting and sweating, he sat up and looked around to make sure that he was indeed back at home. Ludwig nearly relaxed until he spotted a telltale lump next to him.
"FELICIANO!" Ludwig shouted and wrenched the blankets away revealing Feliciano and his night attire or rather lack of. "What are you doing here again? And put on some pants Here just wear these."
Feliciano shivered and reached out for the blankets again, ignoring the clothes Ludwig was holding out to him. "Because it's Valentine's Day~ and you're supposed to spend time with the person most important to you~!"
"Yes I know its Valentine's Day, but why are you here?" Ludwig asked now forcefully dressing Feliciano since his 'friend' refused to clothe himself.
"Ve! But Ludwiggg~ It's so stuffy t
An Un-Birthday Kiss - GerItaGermany and Italy arrived back at Italy's house quite late that night, but despite the hour it seemed Italy was still as hyper as ever. Germany sighed, he really was just like a little child. Did his lover ever run out of energy?An Un-Birthday Kiss - GerIta3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Italy, calm down please." Germany called out, knowing full well Italy would most likely ignore him and carry on whizzing about.
"Ve~!" Italy turned and hopped back to Germany's side in an instant, clinging to his arm. "Sorry Germany "
Germany coughed and looked down as Italy held his arm quietly as the two stood in the wide hallway, just adjacent to the main living room. The small nation was smiling and leaning his head comfortably against Germany's arm, completely calm. Well, that was a surprise.
"Also, um, I would have preferred if you hadn't embarrassed me like that back there. I'm not really bothered now but "
" ve Sorry Germany. I'm sorry "
Germany widened his eyes as he looked down at the small Italian. He instinctively