Apocalyptic - GERITAFandom: HetaliaApocalyptic - GERITA2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: GerIta (Germany/Italy)
“Germany! Germany, you’re home! Doitsu!”
The little Italian squeals in the doorway, voice gaining pitch with each eager syllable. In fact, the German stood on the other side of the doorframe is pretty sure that his younger friend is reaching the limits of where only dogs can hear his accented cries. But that in no way mars the fact that he, the German, is home and now he can get back to looking after the clumsy little Italian like only he can.
Before Germany can even walk through the door of his home, he has a chestful of sobbing Italian clinging to him as though nothing else matters. Quite used to Italy’s simultaneous outbursts of emotion by now, the taller man simply strokes his back, savouring the feeling of his best friend in his arms; the feeling of home.
“Why are you crying, Italia?” A deep baritone questions, allowing concern to drip into his voice as he feels Italy trembling
EnglandxReaderxAmerica: The Deal (Part 5)EnglandxReaderxAmerica: The Deal (Part 5)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
~*Thursday, Day #4*~
Today went according to schedule just like the last three days. Arthur was at the bus stop again. He walked you to school, and complimented you on your choice of outfit, even though it was just a nice (fav/color) blouse and a pair of skinny jeans. Alfred was waiting for you by your locker. He took your backpack from you and walked you to your classes. You met with Arthur again for lunch. The two boys argued over stupid things and you listened to them, laughing and rolling your eyes at their rivalry. After lunch, Arthur took over the carrying of your backpack and walking you to classes. When it was all over, you met both boys at your locker once again.
“So, dudette, are you ready for our super radical study date?” Alfred asked excitedly, a childish grin plastered on his face.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, laughing.
GerIta -- NightmareWarning: Slash pairing.GerIta -- Nightmare3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Italy didn't consider himself a slave to routine. Even though Germany would get upset and yell at him whenever he showed up late or skipped out on training altogether, the auburn-haired nation couldn't bring himself to care. He liked sometimes staying in for breakfast or skipping down to the coffee shop; he liked sometimes stopping to pick flowers or chat with pretty girls; he liked sometimes taking a siesta or going into town for the afternoon. Every day was a little bit different, and Italy was happy to have variety.
But even amongst the random variables of his day, one aspect never changed that Germany would go to bed at exactly 10:00 in the evening and, once Italy was sure he was asleep, he'd get into bed next to him and sail off into a dreamland of his own. And Italy's dreams were practically never sad nowadays, so the Italian always had something to look forward to.
The night had started off normal enough at about 10:30 PM Italy starte
Christmas - GerIta"So that concludes the world conference! Are there any final words?" Alfred asked.Christmas - GerIta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Francis stood up. "We should do this again, non? It's not often we can get together."
Based on how the meeting had turned out, that didn't seem like such a good idea to anyone...well, except
"How about at Christmas?" suggested Tino, who had been silent the entire meeting.
No one ever wanted to refuse the shortest Nordic country. Nobody spoke for a long time. Berwald decided to break the silence by saying "It's a good idea." This was followed by mumbles of agreement from everyone else.
"We should do it at mine and Matthew's place!" Alfred suggested. "It's the biggest, apart from Ivan's, but it's not as cold!"
Whoever wanted to disagree with the American at that point was crazy. And so, it was decided that there would be a party for all the nations on the 25th of December of t
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
A Ring on His FingerSummary: Germany wakes up and finds an engagement ring on his finger. Cue fluff.A Ring on His Finger3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Germany woke to the bright sunlight of morning. He sat up and stretched, reveling in the feeling of knowing today was his day off. He may love to work, but even he could admit he needed a break every now and then.
Ludwig glanced over at the empty side of the bed and sighed. It was such a shame that Feli had to work today. Usually they had the same days off, but Feliciano's boss had called the night before and almost demanded he come to work. Oh well, he could certainly manage to entertain himself for a day.
He rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth and pulling on a pair of sweatpants, he went to the mirror and started shaving. He couldn't stand stubble, and neither could Feliciano. Neither of them liked the scratchy feel of it against their skin.
Of course, that never stopped Feliciano from always stealing shaving cream and making
RomanoxHomeless!Reader: Open Arms (Part 2)RomanoxHomeless!Reader: Open Arms (Part 2)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
They brought you downtown to a medium sized Italian restaurant that you had seen many times before and had heard good reviews about, but had never actually gotten around to trying out for yourself. They brought you in through the backdoor and led you through the kitchen and to a small hall that had two doors on either of the walls. Lovino opened the door on the left side, and inside there was a flight of stairs. You followed the boys up the stairs to a trapdoor that looked like it led to the attic. Lovino pulled the door down and helped the ladder come down slowly, and then all three of you climbed up.
When you got up into the room, you looked around. There were old curtains hanging on the windows and the lights were out, so it was kind of dark. It was a bit dusty and dirty in some places, but for the most part it looked pretty clean. The kitchen and living room were empty except for the kitchen appliances, sink and counter, and through an open door in a sma
AmericaxReader: California Screamin'AmericaxReader: California Screamin'1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You gazed up at the towering roller coaster above you. One-hundred-and-twenty feet high with a drop of one-hundred-and-ten feet. It accelerated from zero to fifty-five miles per hour in four seconds. It was six-thousand-and-seventy-two feet long, and it had a huge loop in the middle of it. California Screamin'. You'd done your homework.
When you'd won an all-expenses-paid trip to Disneyland in California, the happiest place on Earth, of course you'd been absolutely ecstatic. You were almost literally bouncing off the walls with excitement and you couldn't stop giggling and squealing for days. However, your extreme happiness was cut a bit short, as you had let yourself get roped into making a bet with your friends Francis, Antonio and Gilbert. They were making you go on the one ride you'd always been afraid of. California Screamin'.
Ever since you
GerItaSome days I just can't help it. My mind drifts off, even during training, getting lectured by my boss. It always wanders to the Italian. The happy, go-lucky Italian. He's useless, loves pasta, but I can't help but love it. It's practically impossible to live without him. His hapiness makes me happy. I've never admitted it, but I love him. Sure, we're only supposed to be allies, but I think there is something more. And sure, his brother, Romano, wouldn't agree, but hey, it's a choice I have to make. Feliciano... It's a breath of fresh air. He brings joy to even the most depressing day. Useless, useless Italy... Here, I sigh, wondering how I ever joined up with someone so sweet. He is my only friend, the only one who keeps me going on my worst day. I hate when I yell at him, leaving him even more scared than he probably is of me. Sometimes I wish to wrap my arms around him and hug him, but that's not in my character description. I really do have a softer side than you may see me as. NowGerIta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
[APH] Love Rules Without Rules - GerItaSummary: "They came from completely opposite ends of the spectrum: a stoic soldier and a cheery artist, how the two could coexist in a relationship was a miracle." GerIta Sentence Challenge.[APH] Love Rules Without Rules - GerIta2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Love Rules Without Rules
1 - Kiss
As the clock struck midnight Italy threw his arms around Germany's neck and fused their lips together in an overzealous celebration of the New Year.
2 - Cold
Feliciano had a tendency to hog the bed sheets, leaving Ludwig to wake up freezing around two each morning.
3 - Soft
Italy snuggled up against his lover with a contented sigh as Germany wondered what exactly about his shoulder made such a good pillow.
4 - Shock
Blue eyes widened as he felt the tip of the gun touch the back of his head, a pained whisper broke the silence, "Me dispiace..."
5 - Potatoes
"Ve, I stopped listening to Fratello a long time ago because no matter what he says about you I
Mistletoe Dinner -GerIta-Summary: It's Ludwig's turn to host Christmas dinner, when he and Feliciano get caught under the mistletoe. What follows is a bit of a surprise to the other nations.Mistletoe Dinner -GerIta-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Germany/N. Italy
Laughter filtered through the slightly open door, and Ludwig smiled a bit. He had been chosen as the host for this year's Christmas get together, and all their friends were gathered in his dining room as he and Feliciano bustled around the kitchen. A few others had tried to get in to help, but were quickly dissuaded by the reactions of the two countries. A wooden spoon and baster could be very effective weapons.
"Hey, West! Is the food done yet?"
Ludwig rolled his eyes and called back, "Almost! Just a few minutes more!"
Feliciano spun and handed him a platter with the appetizers. "Here, Ludwig. Bring these in while I put the finishing touches on the dinner."
He carefully balanced the platter as he pushed open the door. "Will you be fine with the "
"Ve, of course I'll be fine! I've
Regret (Chapter 15)Regret (Chapter 15)1 year ago in Horror More Like This
There was no denying that the first sensation he felt was the thudding headache and several sharp small pains around his body from the multiple cuts. But what he wasn’t expecting was a lightly warm pressure wrapped around him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his blurred vision coming into focus to the blank ceiling above him. He raised his head very slightly, not having to go far to see his blankets on top of him and that he was back in his room.
Wait, back in his room? He was on top of the building last. Did he survive the fall? Or—
He suddenly tensed as the memory of what happened the night before began coming back to him, especially of the moment right before he passed out.
Italy… he was alive? No, that’s impossible.
But he felt his hand.
But was still stranded in the ocean. There’s no possible way.
With a grunt, he pushed himself up, rubbing his head gingerly and grimaced as his bare hand went through his greasy hair. Yuck, he needed to shower. He pulled
Every Night (GerIta)Every Night (GerIta)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The table is set for two but once again Ludwig eats alone. His wurst is tasteless and the pasta he attempted to make is cold and covered in a watery layer of sauce. It’s silent in the house; so much so that’s it’s practically maddening. He lets out a heavy sigh as he stands, his chair scraping against the tile floor. He doesn’t bother washing his plate when he puts it in the sink. As he walks into the hallway from the kitchen he stops at the small table near the staircase. The machine sitting atop it says that he has four missed messages. A small beep sounds as he presses play.
“Saturday April 27th 11 a.m. Yo! West! Listen; come out for a few beers with me! It would be good to get out, talk to some people. Everyone is wo-” Delete. His brother meant well, but it was best for him to keep out of it.
“Tuesday April 30th 7 p.m. Germany-san, it is Japan. Wourd you rike to come over for tea? Maybe we courd tark about some thing
APH Merry Christmas! EnglandxReaderAPH Merry Christmas! EnglandxReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Damned bloody no good rotten old excuse of a car!..."
You rested your chin in the palm of your hand and turned your head towards the window to look at the falling snow outside on this marvelous Christmas' Eve. It would've been much more marvelous if Arthur wasn't being such a pain in the ass right now...
"...I should have never even bought you in the first place! You've been causing me nothing but trouble since..."
He really isn't going to stop, isn't he?
"ARTHUR!" Your booming voice finally shut him up. He pinched his lips together and looked at you with a stubborn face.
"Shouting at the car won't make it all better, now will it? Look, the car broke down, we're stranded in the middle of nowhere and we don't have any signal on our phones. Do you know what I suggest? We're going to get out of this car and walk home ourselves. If we stop complaining, we might get there even faster than we thought."
The blond looked at you like if you were some sort of crazed woman but ended up si
Germany X Reader PapaIt was late at night. You were kneeling on your bed and stared outside through the window, your head supported by both your arms. Ludwig was still nowhere, he was working late again. You sighed and quietly continued listening to the gentle rain that was hitting the street. It was completely dark in your room, your only source of light was the streetlamp not so far from your window.Germany X Reader Papa1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was weird how you waited for him like a lost child everytime he came home late. He told you many times to go back to bed at times like this but you didn't care, there was no way you would have gone to sleep without him.
Soon a shadow appeared on the street, the shadow you had been expecting. You immediately jumped up and ran downstairs to the door. "Hi!" You almost jumped on him in excitement when he entered the house. "Hallo Liebe." He smiled and patted your head. "You should be sleeping." "You know I can't without seeing you first." You pouted and he leaned down to you to kiss you quickly. "Go to bed, I
Lovino's Letter - GerItaDearLovino's Letter - GerIta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kraut, Macho Potato, Mr. Potato Head,Ludwig,
So, you and my stupid, little brother just celebrated your anniversary. What's it been now, almost a century or so? In human years that must be two years? Congratu-fuckin'-lations. Look, I'm not gonna pretend that I'm all happy frickin' rainbows and shit about this, alright? My brother is just as stupid as he seems, so it took me a while to believe that something might actually work out for him. Something like this anyway.
It kinda sucked for me in the beginning, you know. In fact, it still sucks for me. Its always, "Doitsu this. Ludwig that. Did you know that Ludi can fuckin' tie shoelaces?" Ugh, the way he talks about you makes me want to vomit sometimes. But he's really, really happy, you know? Its been a while since I've seen him this happy. Well, he's Feliciano, he's always fucking happy. But I'm his big brother, so I can always tell when he's really happy, or wh
Drunken ComplicationsThis was definitely a bad idea.Drunken Complications3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Feliciano was on his third beer by now, and Ludwig was regretting ever having listened to Gilbert. Hey, West! You have to come drinking with me sometime - oh, and bring Feliciano too, why not? Why had he ever thought that listening to his deranged brother was a good idea?
"Hey. Hey." Feliciano was poking him in the knee. "Hey Ludwig."
Ludwig sighed and tried to ignore Gilbert's loud, out-of-tune singing from the other side of the bar. "What is it?"
"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together." Feliciano burst out laughing and took another gulp of beer.
It took Ludwig a moment to process what had just happened, and then his first thought was, Great, he's drunk already.
"Hey Ludwig." Another poke.
"Are you tired? Because you've been running through my mind all night long!"
Ludwig sighed and rested his forehead against the bar. Across the room, Gilbert was still singing at the top of his lungs.
"DISCO POGO, DINGALI
RomanoxHomeless!Reader: Open Arms (Part 1)RomanoxHomeless!Reader: Open Arms (Part 1)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"For God's sake, would you shut up already? You've been talking nonstop ever since we set out!" Lovino shouted, highly annoyed with his brother Feliciano.
"But Lovi! I haven't finished my story yet!" Feliciano protested, pouting slightly.
"Maybe I'd be more inclined to listen to you if you weren't talking so fast, and you weren't shouting at the top of your lungs!" Lovino hissed.
"Alright, I'll go slower," Feliciano agreed, and then continued rambling; albeit slower and quieter than before.
As Lovino listened half-heartedly to his brother's tale, his eyes wandered to a young woman who was sitting under a tree a little ways away. Something about her intrigued him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
She wasn't the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. In fact, quite the opposite. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair was frizzy, messy, and looked like it hadn't been brushed or washed in days. Her tired (e/c) eyes had dark circles under them, and she was wearing a ve
New waiter || Male!Liechtenstein x Reader [LT]A smile was present on your lips as you walked up to your favourite café Sweet Amoris .New waiter || Male!Liechtenstein x Reader [LT]1 year ago in Romance More Like This
It was small and kind of hidden but still popular, many people came as couples, single customers or just a few who wanted do some work on their laptop in peace.
Work for today was finally done and you were about to give the shop its daily visit.
You were so often there that you were known by all the workers and the boss cherished your presence, which was kind of good because you were paying less money for the stuff you bought there.
Even though it were only a few cent…
Damn that Swiss man and his Swiss-man-ness!
So you finally entered the café, making the bell of the door jingle in progress, and took the overwhelming scent of coffee and sweets in by taking a deep breath. Sighing happily with closed eyes, you walked over to your standard spot and sat down on the comfy red chair, letting your arms rest one the chair’s ones.
You looked around and noticed happy faces
With a Single Stroke of a Paintbrush (Ger[HRE]Ita)Beginnings are always different. Where we are, who we are, where we stand in this clouded world; all of which can be answered uniquely. I could never answer those questions, however. My memories were shattered long before I could stop it. But yet, I still wonder about what I could have been before my reminiscences were stolen from me. Was I a great man? Was I loved? Who knows just exactly what I was like? Who was I? I may never know the answers to these questions.With a Single Stroke of a Paintbrush (Ger[HRE]Ita)1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
But, is my conscious trying to reach out to me? Through a dream; a bittersweet dream. A young, beautiful girl in a mint green dress; I can see her laugh so pleasantly. She’s full of life. As she laughs, she sings with her amiable pitch and cutely smiles.
All she is doing is wrapping her tiny, delicate hands around the elongated broom handle and swiftly dancing around the humongous room as she cleans, but still I can feel my heart race just at her loving presence. Who was she? I feel as if I had seen her som
Germany x Reader: Little One So DearYou sat comfortably on the couch, reading a book that you had started a few days ago. As you read, you ran a hand along the curve of your belly, letting the life inside of you know you cared. There was a light push against your hand from a foot. You giggled while placing the book down on the couch. "Hello to you, too, little one," you spoke to the baby softly.Germany x Reader: Little One So Dear1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Since Ludwig found out you were pregnant this past Christmas, he made sure that you and the baby were taken care of. If he saw you tire throughout the day, he'd coax you to the couch so you could rest. He'd talk to the baby while the two of you relaxed in the evenings, lightly stroking your belly. The way he lit up and chuckled as the baby kicked his hand made you giggle. You could tell already Ludwig was going to be a great father.
At the beginning of May, you and Ludwig went to your last doctor's appointment. You were told the baby was healthy and to expect to deliver on your due date in two weeks. You steadily grew nervous abo
My pasta man- GerItaThen again guys..I don't own..ANYTHING! except the plot.My pasta man- GerIta4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Anime: Hetalia Axis Powers
Pairings: Germany x Italy
Genre: Shounen-ai, Fanfiction
It's veeeerrrryyyy shoooortt...is it okay?!?!?!!?! XD
"Here, my dear Psychiatrist, is Guillermo's Sanctuary for Mentally Impaired patients."
A bespectacled man said, wearing a lab coat with an Italian accent assisting a young man with a slicked back blonde hair.
"Danke, Sir Mario." The young man replied carrying his own suitcase.
" Don't mention it, Signor Ludwig. Make sure to pass this test so that you can get your Psychology license. Ok? You gonna need it in Germany."Dr. Mario said as he patted Ludwig's shoulder which Ludwig only nod.
Ludwig Beilschmidt, a Psychiatrist student from University of Leipzig in Germany, went to Italy to have a 3 month training experience in a mental hospital before getting his license. Still new to the place, he seemed to have a hard time adjusting in the Italian environm
Germany x Reader- Don't Kill Me part 5Germany x Reader- Don't Kill Me part 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
The day after you were rescued from Dachau was the day Hitler killed himself. He was one of the worst and most ruthless men ever born and yet he took the cowards way out. You were angry. He deserved to suffer for what he had done!
Six million Jews dead, six million others. Just because one tiny man decided he didn't like them. You wanted to punch something but new it would do no good. Al least the man was burning in Hell.
The car ride back to Ludwig's house had been long and after explaining what had happened in the camp you had quickly fallen asleep against his shoulder. When you reached his house he picked you up and carried you up to his bedroom.
After tucking you in he made his way back down the stairs and to the telephone. He had some important calls to make. He remembered you talking about a man named Toris Laurinaitis who had been friends with Feliks. He decided you and Toris should talk.
He was such Toris would want to know what had become of his friend and have someone to mour
My cupcakeMy cupcake 8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Doting 2p england father obsessed reader
I relaxed against the chair as my papa brushed my (h/c) hair and hummed. I glanced out the window, and saw the sun shining brightly. The room was painted a bright blue, and had silver stripes. I heard birds chirping and the wind blew into my room causing the curtains to sway. I felt a slight tug and looked at my papa through the mirror. His strawberry blonde hair neatly brushed, his bright blue eyes focused and the speckles of pink glimmering, all while his