GerIta- DancingGerIta- DancingGerIta- Dancing4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ludwig Beilschimdt was working diligently in his office, working on some very important business documents for his boss. It was almost two in the afternoon and he had started working since eight o' clock this morning. He wasn't anywhere near halfway finished. To get his mind off of the paperwork for a while, Ludwig toyed with his Iron Cross in his fingers, a habit he got from his older brother, Gilbert. His mind started drifting from paperwork to a certain brunette with an odd curl that had the exact same necklace as he and Gilbert. Feliciano Vargas, the personification of North Italy, seemed to preoccupy his mind most of the time now. The ever joyful and carefree man was all Ludwig could think about these days. Ever since the days of World War II, Ludwig did all he could to ensure Feliciano's safety and (though he wouldn't admit it) happiness. He loved seeing that sunny smile on his crush's cute little face. He would do anything to make sure it stayed there
Confusion 4 - A GerIta Story I love dreaming of Doit-su, he is always nicer in my dreams. He eats my pasta and smiles more and helps me find really cute girls. Nothing like him when he wakes up though, he is all serious and "WAKE UP NOW ITALY". I don't understand why he has to always wake up so early, not everything needs to be done at eight in the morning. Plus, why does he have to wake me up? Why can't he do whatever by himself and not bother me? I would like him a lot more if he let me sleep once and a while. I love Germany but, not when he is being stupid.Confusion 4 - A GerIta Story4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Go away," I mumbled, shoving my face deeper into the pillow I was squeezing, "I am tired."
"Stop being lazy and get out of my bed."
"But, I'm comfy," I whine, turning my head to Germany and pouting, "I don't want to move!"
"I do not care what you want," he rolled his eyes, pushing me with his foot off of the bed, "Get off my bed and get up."
"NO!" I yell, stubbornly gripping the head board as the rest of my bo
11. Memory - HREChibi11. Memory11. Memory - HREChibi4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He is dying, he knows it. Each beat of his heart drives out more of his life's blood to soak the deserted battlefield, and each breath seems to draw less oxygen from the air. He is drowning beneath the dark grey sky hung with clouds and rain. The droplets are drumming out a funeral march on his tired flesh, gently rinsing away the blood and grime. The heavens are mourning him.
Pale eyelids grow heavy, further darkening the crying sky. He can taste something salty and wet, mingling with the overpowering flavor of blood. His eyes are warm, but his body is cold. So cold.
Between gasps, he sees her: face scrunched and shoulders shaking. The tears on his cheeks are not his, but hers. The sky is raining her sorrow.
He remembers his promise his stupid, selfish promise and his heart breaks for her. He had given her false hope, he had bound her with a
WildflowersSummary: Germany forces Italy to defect to the Allies. They later meet on the battlefield and Germany is injured protecting Italy. His injuries help reunite the long-lost lovers.Wildflowers4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Italy carefully added the herbs to the boiling water, making sure they were in just the right proportions to make the perfect pasta. He checked the heat, adjusted the dial, and turned back to the kitchen table. War plans and letters from Germany and Japan were littered across its surface.
He sighed as he took in the mess on his table, sitting down and starting to go through the missives. He went over the supply accounts, making sure everything was up to snuff and accounted for. Then he went over the letters from Germany and their bosses.
He marked his map and sighed. They were losing ground on the front again.
He got up and checked the pasta before turning back to the table. But before he could sit down again Germany burst through his back door. He quickly shut the door behind hi