Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot"DOITSU, DOITSU!! GERMANY, GERMANY!!!"
I groaned. For Gott's sake, it was 5 A.M. What now?
"What is it?" I said to the little head that was peeping into my bedroom. "And didn't I say to call me 'Vatti?'"
The door opened wider, flooding the night with light from the hall. "I know," said the tiny voice, "but Mommy calls you that "
I sighed. 'Mommy' was lying next to me, passed out like he normally was. Charging tanks cannot wake him up when he's tiredbelieve me, I know from experience. Since he was unlikely to wake up, I was left dealing with our child on my own.
I heard whimpering coming from the door. "Come here, now," I said softening. "What is it?"
"Well " the little voice squeaked, "I had a nightmare "
The child whimpered, and then buried her head into my chest.
"I DREAMED THAT THERE WAS NO MORE PASTA OR WURST LEFT!!!!"
I tried to stifle a snort. This was the nightmare?
"That would be bad," I said awkwardly.
She looked up at me expectantly. What?
Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
Lies: Spamano OneshotLovino Vargas watched Antonio's sulky figure trudging steadily away from his house. He slammed the front door. Hard. Dammit. Why couldn't he ever be honest? Why did it always end with him insulting Antonio? Antonio had gotten really hurt this time, too.Lies: Spamano Oneshot in Romance More Like This
He threw himself onto the couch, and then got up off of it, remembering the countless of times that he and Antonio had sat on it together. In fact, everything in the house reminded him of Antonio.
Lovino picked up the phone (inwardly cringing, remembering the many times that he had called Antonio on it, usually to yell at him), and called his stupid younger brother, in hopes that his childishness and wimpy rambling would make him feel better, or make him explode with even more rage. Either way, it'd get his mind off of Antonio.
"Pronto?" Feliciano Vargas answered.
"Hey, stupid little brother"
"Veh~! Oh, it's you, big brother! Listen; I'll call you back later, I'v
Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2NOTE: This is the alternative fluffy ending to part 1 (obviously xD). See link in the description for the first part :3Tomorrow: Spamano--Alternative Fluff, Part 2 in Romance More Like This
Quadruple-checking that no one was around him, Lovino buried his head into his arms, and allowed himself a few tears. Dammit, it was true, wasn't it? No one liked him, let alone Antonio. That stupid bastardo. Actually, Lovino himself was also an idiot; he had let himself believe that perhaps Antonio cared; perhaps he had a shot at love He knew better, now. He would lock away his heart from now on; there was no need for love, or Antonio. The stupid bastardo could go with his equally idiotic friends, and Lovino wouldn't give a
Great. Wonderful. He was even hearing voices now.
Why won't my brain shut up?!
A shiver ran down Lovino's spine. He didn't think that he could imagine the feel of Antonio lifting his chin up.
The chains that Lovino had imagined binding his heart instantaneously lacerated as he stared into A
Tomorrow: SpamanoNOTE: For all you fluff fans out there, there is an alternative fluff ending part 2 (link is in the description). However, this works as a oneshot as well, in my opinion...Tomorrow: Spamano in General Fiction More Like This
Today is going to be the day. I will definitely tell him today, for sure. No more excuses. No more putting it off.
This was Lovino Vargas's resolution as he grabbed his backpack, and walked out of his house to school.
Lovino was in love with that bastardo, that Antonio. He loved his beautiful, tan face, his twinkling green eyes, and his luscious chocolate hair. Hell, he loved everything about Antonio.
He could never fathom if Antonio liked him back or not. Sometimes, he and Antonio would stay up late into the night, talking about something or the other through the use of instant messaging. At other times, Antonio seemed to find Lovino negligible, a shadow in the dark.
Lovino hated to show weakness, but he could never stand it whenever Antonio ignored him. Part of his
Hallucinations: USUK OneshotArthur woke up gasping for breath, swimming in his bedsheets and a pool of his own sweat.Hallucinations: USUK Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
It took him a moment to ensure that he wasn't still trapped in his mind.
The hallucinations were always so real. They were vivid and pertained to all of Arthur's five senses. The flames that licked away at the layers of his skin, the sharp fingernails that raked across his body, drawing blood; the white-hot knives sinking their razor-sharp teeth into his arms, intent on lacerating him, and the short stretch of rough rope, handled by unseen hands, pressed against his windpipe, slowly causing him to turn blue with asphyxiation...
Arthur shuddered again, trying to suppress the memory, but the more he tried to forget, the more those thoughts stubbornly surfaced to his mind. He lifted a trembling hand towards his throat, and was shocked to feel the ragged imprint of the rope, where it had dug into his skin.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gulped, and forced his hand away from his throat. It was alway
Hate: SuFin OneshotBerwald hates me.Hate: SuFin Oneshot in General Fiction More Like This
Why else would he glower at me peevishly every time we make eye contact?
Why else would he only reply in grunts and unintelligible mumbles whenever I talk to him?
But sometimes, Berwald will show sporadic acts of kindness, and those capricious deeds will have me wishing with every fiber of my being that I could tell him, right then and there, that I love him.
I recall the night we ran away from Matthias together, and how he had covered me with his blanket until he was sure that I was warm.
I flashback to the day where he had arbitrarily called me his 'wife,' even though I'm sure that he had only been joking. I had blushed SOOOO badly
Then I remember looking up into his face after all of those special moments, and how he would always be cantankerously scowling down at my figure, which is tiny, compared to his towering height.
Yep, he hates me, doesn't he?
I sigh morosely. Berwald, if only you knew
Lonely: IcelandxReaderLonely.Lonely: IcelandxReader in Drama More Like This
It's a word that Emil has known for all his life.
He lives it everyday.
Sure, he was part of the five fabulous Nordics. But he was the isolated islander, the extra. The one that was always left out. The other Nordics had each otherBerwald and Tino were always a pair, and even his brother, Lukas, routinely abandoned him for Matthias.
All he got was the talking puffin.
Therefore, it was in complete understanding that he wasn't looking forward to meeting ______________, a new Nordic micro-nation. After all, it was inevitable that she'd discard him like his fellow Nordics did.
"C'mon, Emil!!" came a voice from outside his front door. "Hurry up!! Let's go meet her!!"
Sighing dejectedly, Emil had no choice but to open the door, and follow Matthias, Tino, and Berwald to Lukas's house, where she'd be staying for the time being.
"LUUUUKAAAASSSS~!!!!" sang Matthias, "WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!"
The foursome were treated to the sight of Lukas rolling his eyes, as he opened
Concertmistress: AustriaxReaderNOTE: If you're not an orch dork (or band geek, or maybe even choir person) , or you don't get orch dork (or band geek/choir person @_@) terminology, you may have some trouble understanding all of the story xDConcertmistress: AustriaxReader in Romance More Like This
Fidgeting in your seat, you picked up your violin bow, mentally running through the song again. You fingered the hard ebony fingerboard on your violin, your nervousness making disgusting sweat mark imprints on the shiny surface. This was the big day. The playing test. The day to prove that you could move up from your current seat as first violin, fifth chair. You had locked yourself in your room to practice for hours everyday on the song you were to be tested on. You had carefully listened to the four players in front of you during rehearsal, analyzing and evaluating their playing. The second through fourth chairs you were sure you could beat. There was just one worryRoderich.
Roderich was the musical genius exchange student from Austria, the country of Mozart and ot
The Hanging Tree: RusAme OneshotIvan tugged at his scarf, and rubbed his palms together. He blew warm breath into his cupped hands in an attempt to prevent them from turning blue. It was cold, one of the coldest days in the history of Soviet Russia, but he could stand it. He could stand anything for Alfred.The Hanging Tree: RusAme Oneshot in Drama More Like This
It was almost midnight. The moon shone on the tree under which Ivan was waiting, creating an eerie pattern of shadowed branches, their twigs curled into misshapen claws, on Ivan's face. Where was he? Ivan shoved his hands in his pockets, anxiously waiting.
His fingers brushed against the two coils of coarse rope he had prepared earlier.
The minutes ticked by at an antagonistically slow pace. Still no sign of Alfred.
Panic rose in Ivan's heart, gnawing at his insides like a feral animal. His breath came out in puffy white clouds. It was past midnight. He had promised. He had. Didn't he know what would happen if he didn't come?
A dark figure, clad in snug-looking furs, was slowly shuffling towards him. The left side
Confusion 7 - A GerIta StoryI chewed on one of the wurstI had made for Italy as I walked back to my room, he could survive with one less. He thinks they're horrible anyway, so it won't be that much of a loss.Confusion 7 - A GerIta Story in Romance More Like This
I really do hate how he always criticizes my food, it's better than England's and I don't make things like Russia. I would consider myself a decent cook!
I was going to make him pasta, but the mental image of tomato sauce all over my bed was too hard to shake. I ended up with wurst, it was stocked, simple and I could make it with my eyes closed.
I shoved the rest of the wurst I had been eating into my mouth, pausing for a moment by my door. Once I heard Italy's light snores, I squeezed through the crack I had left open. A small smile crossed my lips as I saw the Italian sprawled across my bed on his stomach, his towel miraculously still clinging to his waist. I contemplated waking him or not for a few seconds before lightly shaking his shoulder.
I watched him as he groan
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 Story 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
Confusion 5 - A GerIta StoryNormally I would be grumbling about having to clean up, but the good mood from the food fight still had its effect on me. The smile I wore was impossible to wipe off. Even scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees couldn't dampen my mood. I loved having fun with Germany, but I barely got to see him, let alone have fun with him. Usually when he gets back from his trips home, he's always grumpy or sad. He only stays maybe a week with Japan and I, most times less than that. He's always serious when he leaves too, sometimes he looks scared. I never tell him that though, he would get mad if I said he looked scared.Confusion 5 - A GerIta Story in Romance More Like This
I let out a sigh, scrubbing a bit harder than I had been before. A frown touched my lips as I thought of all the times I have woken up to find Germany with bags under his eyes. Maybe he can't sleep because he has lots of nightmares like the one last night? Maybe if I talk to him about it, he'll feel better. I nodded my head, pledging that when I finish getting clean I will talk t
Confusion 6 - A GerIta Story "We're the three best friends that anyone can have," I screamed at the top of my lungs, scrubbing my skin raw with Germany's loofah and my strawberry body wash, "We're the three best friends that anyone can haaaaave!"Confusion 6 - A GerIta Story in Romance More Like This
I giggled madly as I put the loofah back on its hook and spun around to wash the soap off. The shower had been great, although I had probably used too much hot water in the forty minutes I had been in there. I didn't care too much, it was Japan's resource anyway, not mine.
I turned the shower off, reaching just outside the curtain to grab my towel. I patted dry most of my body before wrapping it around my waist.
Confusion 3 - A GerIta Story"So, you understand now?" I sigh, staring into Japan's eyes, desperately trying to find some hint that he understood.Confusion 3 - A GerIta Story in Romance More Like This
"Kinda, I think," he murmured, looking down sheepishly, "Italy fell asleep on your lap and you were going to push him off when I came in. Oh, and it was Italy's drool on your pants not.."
Japan reached quickly for another Kleenex, practically putting his head in his lap now.
"It was all just a big misunderstanding," I state, looking over at Italy who was currently shoving food into his face.
"I'm sorry for causing trouble," Japan quickly stammered out.
"Don't worry about it," I say standing up with my plate, "It's been a long day, I think I am going to go to bed. Thank you for the food."
I give him a quick bow before walking over to the sink and placing my plate in it.
"Do you mind walking Italy to his bed," I ask, turning around from the sink to face Japan, "He has a tendency to sleep in odd places. He will fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow though so, jus
Confusion - A GerIta StoryWarning for MATURE CONTENT in Violence/Reference to the Hollocaust.Confusion - A GerIta Story in Romance More Like This
The look in his eyes. The look of power, lust, hatred. I watch it contort into a wicked smile as another herd of prisoners were shoved into the grey blocks. I hated it, hated standing here in the ashes of the dead watching as more were sent. At least they didn't know they were going to die for, the pain of watching those who know their deaths are coming would be worse by a hundred fold.
I let my expression remain blank as the screams came, echoing around the whole camp. The thick black smoke wisped up from the furnace. I didn't let myself flinch, didn't let my features twitch. This was the fourth group today and this monster stood their smiling like a little boy in a candy shop.
The things I would do if I my master hadn't bound me to him.
"Deutschland," he spat, turning to face me, the smile gone from his lips. His daily "pleasure" over with, "I have business to attend to in Buna Auschwitz-Kattowitz. I sugges
Over Powered 4 - RusCanAre you ready yet?" came a voice and a knock and my door, scaring me enough to jump a little.Over Powered 4 - RusCan in Romance More Like This
"A-Almost!" I called back, sitting on top of my suitcase, trying to zip it up.
After the visit, my prime minister and Russia's had pretty much exchanged phone calls every week. It ended up going from a three-day stay to a three week stay. Instead of staying in a hotel, I was now staying in Russia's house. Not only that, but there was a long list of "activities" that Russia had apparently written up for us to do.
Heh. This is going to be great.
I finally ended up pulling the zipper around the last stubborn corner, hopping off of my bag and grabbing the second suitcase I was bringing. Both had wheels and were originally my flag. However, every time I visited another country, I plastered a sticker of their flag on. So, by now, my suitcases were practically covered, even over-lapping in some areas, the only Canadian flag visible was the small one I tied around the handle to one of them
Over Powered - RusCanMy breath hitched slightly, my back pressed hard against the wall. I held my polar bear in my arms tightly, holding him up by his armpits. Russia was sitting just in front of me, anger seeming to radiate off of him in waves. I was positive he hadn't seen me yet, but my invisibility only really worked in a room of at least two or more people other than myself. Most people can sense when they aren't by themselves. That's when they actually look for someone and they usually find me. I felt myself bite my lip, nervous that he would spot me at any moment. I was too terrified to try and walk to the door, my feet felt nailed to the floor. What was best for right now was to be calm, quiet.Over Powered - RusCan in Romance More Like This
I quickly squeezed my eyes shut, taking slow, even breaths. Maybe he will just leave, silently fume out the door. I really don't want to get involved with Russia, I don't want to cause any trouble. Trouble was exactly the thing I would get into once Russia noticed me, though. Maybe I sho
Over Powered 3 - RusCan"Please stop staring at me," I whispered to Russia urgently, "It's disturbing me,"Over Powered 3 - RusCan in Romance More Like This
"No, I don't think I will, Mattvey," Russia replied, putting enough emphasis on my name to make me flinch.
The past year had been...interesting to say the least. It was like Russia had all of sudden "became interested in better relations between these two northern countries" as quoted by his prime minister. He ever so slowly started inviting my prime minister over; for dinners, conferences, etc. I had gotten away with faking ill to not go, saying the oil sands were giving me a headache or my debt was giving me a small fever. However, nothing prevented Russia and his prime minister from coming to my home.
I had tried various methods of subtle persuasion, but my prime minister didn't seem to take the bait. It was all, "we should make an equal effort", "avoiding conflict" and other things to make me feel guilty.
Of the three times Russia had come over, this was the first th
Over Powered 2 - RusCanA blush rose feverishly to my cheeks. I'm not used to people looking at me for longer than a glance so you can imagine how unnerved I was from Russia's creepy stare. I could feel him as he inched closer towards me, a childish grin plastered onto his face. I knew he was trying to intimidate me and I prided myself with the fact that I only started shaking once his leg brushed against my own.Over Powered 2 - RusCan in Romance More Like This
"E-Excuse me!" I quickly whispered, bolting up from my chair.
The whole room stared at me, confused looks on their faces.
"Who?" Kumajiki mumbled out, eyes lazily opening to glance up at me.
"Canada," I replied, drawing my
Three, Two, One -- GerItaThree days.Three, Two, One -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the amount of time that it took Italy to realize what had been bothering his friend.
Three days. Three days after that Buon San Valentino.
The first day had been spent in panic, of course. Germany being nice was okay and alland he was being really nice! Playing soccer with him, bringing him flowers, giving him hugs, inviting him out to dinner and everything it was really nice, and Italy was happy to be spending time with him!
but it wasn't like Germany at all!
At first Italy thought that maybe Germany had just eaten something funny but as the days went on and the behavior continued, he couldn't help but become wary. There must have been something wrong with Germany for him to act like this, right? A cold the flu? It wasn't like him at all!
Wariness only turned to distress when the German arrived at the restaurant they had arranged to meet.
It didn't start out well. Even when the German walked into the restaurant, he had already start
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It was cold enough that their breath mingled in the air, snow beginning to fall gently around them. Ludwig had told him to meet him at the café at seventeen-hours sharp. Of course he came running up to him two hours and thirty-six minutes late, panting like he had just ran a marathon.
The brunette struck him a sloppy salute, grinning that silly grin of his, chirping a carefree greeting at the blond. Which, he was promptly scolded for.
maybe this isnt so bad
Maybe I can
The scolding didnt faze Feliciano. The grin never wavered; it only grew as he began explaining to the German that it wasnt his fault he was late. He had woken up late from his siesta, so he began running here as fast as he could, but of course he had to greet the girls he met on the way, and then he had to stop for a little wake-me-up treat, and of course he had to play Lupo Delle Ore with
Yours -- GerIta"Your eyes."Yours -- GerIta 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
Healing -- GerIta"Say 'aaah~'!"Healing -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I will not."
"Ve come on, say 'aaaah'!"
Ludwig scowled at the spoon being offered to himthat is, scowled as much as his stuffy nose and sore throat would allow him. He really did appreciate the Italian trying to help him out but he had not fallen as far as to let someone feed him. He was a grown man, and he would feed himself.
"But I'm just trying to help! So Germany should say 'aaaah~' for me!"
"I-I will not!" The blush on his checks was all from the fever, or at least that's what he told himself. The German pulled the blankets up to his nose, looking away from the brunet. He knew he was being childish, but he he still had his pride. "I-I I will feed myself, thank you for the offer, but I'm fine."
Feliciano's pout rivaled Ludwig's scowl; he dropped the spoon back into the soup bowl, shaking the German's shoulder ever so lightly. Ludwig could be so stubborn! "Come on, come on! You need to eat something, Ludwig, or you won't get better!"
Vows -- GerIta does Ludwig remember when we first met? And I was hiding in that tomato box, but Ludwig came and found me? Even though it was really, really scary, and Ludwig had that gun and everything, I was glad. The war was scary, and I didn't want to fight, but with Ludwig there, I felt a lot better. I wasn't alone and that made me really happy!Vows -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
And then after that, when we became allies, and then friends, and started to spend a lot of time together, I was happy all the time! Ludwig was always helping me, even though sometimes you would yell at me when I called you to help me tie my shoes, or when I would skip out on training but no matter how much you would yell and scold me, Ludwig would always come and help. You would always protect me, and I always loved Ludwig for that.
I know I can be really silly and I'm not the bravest or the strongest and I'm only really good at cooking and painting, and I can be really useless, but I want to repay Ludwig back for all
Holding Hands -- GerIta"Germany~ Germany~ Will you hold my hand?"Holding Hands -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
The man stared at the brunet next to him as if he had just uttered a declaration of World War III.
"Hold your hand?"
"Mmhmm! Just until we get home, please~?" Big brown eye stared up at him expectantly, a surge of fidgets seemingly overtaking the Italian. "Please, please, please, please, Germany?"
The pair stood outside one of the nicest Italian restaurants that could be found in Berlin (chosen on the Italian's request--he really could never get enough pasta), the sun setting on their Valentine's Day. Which, the German noted with a bit of relief, had been much more successful than the last Valentine's Day they had spent together; a day he had been desperately trying to forget for a year. The dinner had been blessedly uneventful, and even quite enjoyable. Once he got over the embarrassed paranoia that everyone's eyes had to be glued on the couple (really, he would have to admit that two men eating dinner alone on Valenti
Two-Step -- GerItaThe sound was soothing; the soft pitter-patter of raindrops bouncing off the leafy canopy surrounded them as the two walked through the garden. The dreary gray of the sky only intensified the colors of the flowers around themthe striking scarlet of roses; bright pinks, whites, and oranges of lilies; and the deep blue of irises all stood stark against the clouds, brightening their path in lieu of the sun.Two-Step -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was becoming more often than not that the cheerful Italian could convince him to leave his stuffy office to spend time together. Germany didn't mind the little distractions, despite how much he would initially protest; time with Italy had an almost therapeutic effect on him. Life would become an amazing event through the eyes of the bubbly brunet; no matter if it was the pasta he ate for lunch every day or finding a bird's nest in his window sill, everything was recounted with wide gestures and a bright smile, managing to add a small bit of cheer to any day.
And it was at the
Stargazing -- GerItaIt had taken all day (or rather all evening, since they had not begun their trek until well into the afternoon) to work their way through the forest trail. The way the warm sun dappled the greenery around them with spots of light as it slowly set over the horizon was stunningStargazing -- GerIta in Romance More Like This
that is, would have been stunning, if there wasn't an exhausted and fidgety Italian latched onto Ludwig's arm (and one that was very vocal about his condition, no less).
"Ludwig, are we there yet? I'm tired and my feet hurt!" It was safe to say that such statements had become a mantra for the Italian, considering he wouldn't go more than three minutesand Ludwig had timed such occurrences at this pointwithout saying something to that effect.
"Not yet. Just a bit more, I promise." And the German had replied the same way each timenot that it had done much to halt the complaints. Ludwig knew that Feliciano had never been one for hiking. Actually, he was sure most outdoor activities were o
For Every Occasion -- GerIta"Ludwig, Ludwig! Give me a "good-morning" kiss!"For Every Occasion -- GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ciao~ Kiss me, kiss me!"
"Look, look, Ludwig! I cleaned up, just like you asked! Aren't you proud? Give me a "good job" kiss!"
"Veee! T-the kitty s-scratched me, Ludwiiiig! K-Kiss it better, per favore?"
"Buona notte, Ludwig! Can I have a "good-night" kiss~?"
The German couldn't help but let out a sigh, his arms lazily around Feliciano's waist as the two lay in bed after a long day. He closed his eyes, breathing in the Italian's sweet scent as he mused to himself. "There really isn't anything that you won't ask a kiss for, is there "
"Hm? What do you mean, Ludwig~?" The man wiggled in his arms, breath tickling against the blond's neck.
Ludwig just shook his head; it wouldn't do much good to try to reason with his slightly-airheaded lover. "Nothing, never mind. A "good-night" kiss, then?" His lips brushed against the other's forehead, bringing forth a river of bubbly giggles from the Italian.
"Per favore, per favore! And that one do
Moments -- GerItaGermany's favorite moments were early Sunday mornings. The days (with no work looming on the horizon or meetings to attend) he could lie and watch the sun rise while still savoring the warmth of the bed, letting his fingers run through soft brunet locksa guilty pleasure solely indulged upon while the other was sleeping.Moments -- GerIta in Romance More Like This
Italy's favorites happened to be in the same place but at a different time; rather than early mornings, the brunet enjoyed late evenings. The times right before he would fall asleepwarm and secure in their embraceand (if he was lucky) able to watch the scowls and crinkles smooth from the German's face, taking a secret pride in being the only witness.
A Ring on His FingerSummary: Germany wakes up and finds an engagement ring on his finger. Cue fluff.A Ring on His Finger 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
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- 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
Still the Same -GerIta-Summary: Germany finally comes home after the war. But he's a little... different than what Italy remembers.Still the Same -GerIta- in Romance More Like This
Italy sighed as he bounced around the house, hair pulled back under a bandana as he dusted. He needed to work off his nervous energy, and cleaning had always calmed him down.
The war was over, the dust had settled, and he would finally see Ludwig again.
He'd gotten a letter, just this morning, saying that his boss was finally letting him visit. As soon as he'd worked his way through enough paperwork to justify visiting to himself, Ludwig would be on his way to Italy. He would be arriving sometime today or tomorrow, and Italy could barely contain himself.
It had been far too long since he'd been in Ludwig's arms. Letters just weren't the same after you'd had them right next to you for years.
Far too soon, the house was spotless, and Italy sprawled out on the couch at a loss for what to do next. It was too early to cook, but in his cleaning frenzy he'd m
The Long Road HomeSummary: Germany, knowing he is condemned to the camps anyway, attempts to kill Hitler. He fails, and is sent to the camps. After he is freed by the Allies, Feliciano helps him heal.The Long Road Home in Romance More Like This
Pairings: Germany/N. Italy
The two brothers were silent as they watched the speech through the open window. They could hear the cheers as Hitler rallied the crowd mostly soldiers, but some civilians and renewed their faltering hope for the cause.
Germany watched as his people hailed the monster that was tearing them apart. His brother turned from the window, unwilling to watch as they dug themselves deeper. Prussia took a step away to go where, he didn't know but was stopped by his brother's voice.
"Bruder, how far are you willing to go to help me?"
Prussia turned to his brother, confused. "What do you mean 'how far'? You know I'd give everything to help you. That's never changed."
Germany kept his gaze fixed on the rally as he said, "I mean, if I to
Warm Hearts 1 - GerItaSummary: Germany loves Italy, and Italy loves Germany. Why? There were so many reasons...Warm Hearts 1 - GerIta in Romance More Like This
Pairing: GerIta (Germany/N. Italy)
I love Ludwig.
I know there are many people, like my brother, who look at us and wonder why we're together. What could I possibly want in a strict and controlled German like him?
But they don't know everything. They don't know that he always welcomes me with a smile however small when he sees me at the door. Or that he always has room for me in his bed when I get scared by a nightmare or the loud noises of a storm.
Even though he always has that stern demeanor around others, when it's just us he never tries to hide his smiles from me. No matter how small they are I always know he is just happy to spend this time with me, as I am with him. I smile enough for the both of us anyway.
His strong arms are my heaven. When I'm worried or scared or just want to relax, his arms are open before I even ask, sometimes before I even know I need them
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.Wildflowers 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
You Did Wunderbar -GerIta-Summary: A GerIta remix of the Paint It, White! ending. Because the idea grabbed me and wouldn't let go.You Did Wunderbar -GerIta- in Romance More Like This
These stubborn ideas of mine...
"Italy, you did wunderbar."
Italy beamed and ran forward, dropping the cat as he jumped on Ludwig, wrapping his arms and legs around the taller man. Germany stumbled backwards a bit before regaining his balance and gripping Italy's legs to hold him up.
"I was so worried, Ludwig," he said, burrowing his head into the man's neck. "I thought I'd lost you."
Ludwig smiled sadly as he buried his face in Feliciano's hair. He kissed the strands as he said, "It's alright, Feliciano. You stopped them, and everything is back to how it's supposed to be. You were amazing, and I'm so proud of you."
Italy pulled back and looked up at Ludwig. "Really?"
"Really. Besides, I would have found a way back to you," he said, tilting Feliciano's head back and leaning forward. "Who would tie your shoelaces if I wasn't with you?"
He closed the gap between them and
MorningSummary: Germany wakes up pinned under several bodies. He is not amused. Fluff.Morning in Romance More Like This
Pairings: GerIta, Spamano. Prussia & France friendship.
Germany groaned as he came to. His head was pounding, and his limbs felt rather heavy. He tried to shift away from the sliver of light coming through the curtains, but found that he couldn't move anything except his head.
'Ugh, Italy must have snuck into my bed again...'
He reluctantly opened his eyes, but instead of being met with Feliciano's brown locks his eyes found disheveled silver instead. He sputtered as Gilbert snuggled into his right arm.
"G-Gilbert, what are you doing in my bed?!"
Bleary crimson eyes were revealed as his eyelids fluttered open. "Hmm? Why are you in my bed, West? You haven't come here since you were little."
Germany glared and tried to free his arm, but Prussia only gripped it harder. He gave up and just left it where it was.
"You are in my bed, Gilbert."
"Huh?" He glanced around. "So I am."
Mine -RusAme-Summary: Alfred is late for a World Meeting. When Belarus walks in and claims his place, all hell breaks loose.Mine -RusAme- in Romance More Like This
America was late.
Now that wasn't unusual. Alfred was almost always late to world meetings. As a matter of fact, if he was early then you needed to worry. He was never early.
But he was also never two hours late.
Five minutes, sure. Fifteen minutes, pushing his limit. But two hours? Never.
The other nations shifted restlessly in their seats. Without Alfred there, the meeting felt... off. Germany sighed and was about to admit defeat and call for a break when the conference room doors opened.
All the nations reflexively turned to the door. Belarus walked in and paused, surveying the seated nations. Russia pushed his chair back a little.
"W-what are you doing here, Belarus?"
She smirked and walked toward the table. "I'm only taking my seat, brother. Alfred is indisposed at the moment." She sat directly across from Ivan
Warm Hearts 2 - FrUKSummary: Arthur loves Francis, and Francis loves Arthur. Why? Well, that's a good question...Warm Hearts 2 - FrUK in Romance More Like This
He's bloody annoying.
Sometimes he just acts like a complete idiot. Always striping at the first chance he gets, and trying to get me naked in public. Always making fun of my food. Always ignoring me when I say I'm a gentleman and shouldn't do such-and-such thing. Usually, he just goes ahead with whatever he was trying to get me to do in the first place which often involves sexual molestation of some kind. Just being an all around annoying prat.
But... I love him.
I can honestly say I don't know what's wrong with me. The man's an absolute nuisance. Maybe my head hit the deck a few too many times back in my sea days. Maybe Alfred's right and those scones are dangerous to my health. Either way, I love him.
Sure, he's been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember. Sure, he has absolutely no sense of propriety. But he's an absolute s
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: Heartbeat 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
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 hiGermanyxItaly in General Fiction More Like This
GermanyxItaly HetaOniItaly crumpled to the floor in anguished tears as he saw another body, America's body, on the floor of that wretched mansion. America was the only one he didn't see get killed in front of him, which spared him very little of the sight he saw now. Germany knelt down and put a strong arm around his shoulders and embraced him securely.GermanyxItaly HetaOni in Horror More Like This
"I never thought America would ever die since he was always proclaiming himself the hero " Italy said through heavy sobs.
Germany couldn't think of anything to say to comfort his friend, so he just tightened his hug and pressed his cheek to his forehead.
"Germany?" Italy asked with a trembling voice.
"Why? Why is this happening to us?" Italy looked up at him with his innocent, amber eyes, with tears running down his face.
It broke Germany's heart seeing Italy cry out of grief instead of his usual "surrender-cry". He much preferred Italy's smile, it always mad
Love On Walls (GerIta)"Germany! Germany!" Italy ran excitedly up to poor unsuspecting Germany and slapped a pair of headphones on his head, "I need to show you something!"Love On Walls (GerIta) in General Fiction More Like This
"Um Italy, you're having me listen to something right now, I don't see anything," Germany said kindly looking down at the ecstatic Italy.
"Oh I know," Italy said and smiled, "I need you to listen to this song first, then I'll show you oh and I need to put this on you too."
"Wait, what ?" Germany asked confused as Italy put a blindfold on him. Italy carefully led him through the house to the unused back-room and sat him down in a chair in the middle of the room.
"Tell me when the music is finished." Italy told him and sat at his feet looking up at Germany all giddy from head to toe.
A couple minutes later Germany took off the headphones, "Ok, it's finished, now what do you want to show me?" Italy quickly took off the blindfold and waited for Germany's reaction. Germany gaped at t
GermanyxItalyxReader Sick"Hey Italy! Huh? What's wrong?" (Name) asked as a flustered Italy opened the door.GermanyxItalyxReader Sick in General Fiction More Like This
"Germany! He passed out and I don't know why! Please help me!" He said quickly as he ran up the stairs, leaving (Name) to process what he just said. When she finally realized what he said she ran to follow him up the stairs.
Italy was kneeling next to Germany, who was out cold on the floor, patting his head trying to get him to wake up, "Germany! Wake up! (Name)'s here! She's going to help us!"
"Don't hit his head Italy!" (Name) warned, she sighed and knelt down too. She felt Germany's forehead and saw his cheeks were flushed a deep red and his skin clammy, "He has a fever, I think he's just sick "
"Sick?! Germany never gets sick! He must be dying!" Italy started to sob.
(Name) lightly smacked his cheek, "Italy! He's not dying, he
GerIta: Torture?The bright light shining into Feliciano's face didn't help his nerves much. It should've been a safe place but Feliciano was scared to death. They had to force him down the hallway while Germany sat and did nothing to stop them. They held him in an uncomfortable chair and brought out a set of tools they were going to use on him. Another man, one who looked to be in charge, picked up a needle and Feliciano lost it, "Ludi help! Please! I don't want to!" The man came closer to Feliciano with the needle, "No don't! Get away from me!" He tried to get out of the chair but they held him down roughly.GerIta: Torture? in General Fiction More Like This
The man turned to his partner, "Go get him."
The other man nodded and left the room quickly. The man with the needle turned back to Feliciano, "Now, Mr. Vargas, you need to cooperate, it won't hurt as badly if you quit moving."
"NO! Go away! I don't want to!"
"Mr. Beilschmidt, we need you to come help us for a moment. Mr.
GerIta A Dog For Germany"Hey, hey Germany!" Italy yelled through the house excitedly looking for Germany. He eventually found him in the study big surprise. "Hey Ger~many?" He asked playfully, keeping his hands behind his back to hide the object he was carrying.GerIta A Dog For Germany in General Fiction More Like This
"What is it Italy I'm busy." Germany asked not looking up from his work.
"Do you know what day it is?" Italy said stepping forward to the desk with a happy bounce.
"It's Tuesday, is that the only reason you came in here?" Germany told him flatly.
"It's your birthday Germany! Don't tell me you forgot your birthday!" Italy said excitedly pouting a bit.
"Hm I guess you're right." Germany looked up and smiled at him.
"Do you know what that means?" Italy asked teasingly.
" What ?" Germany said apprehensively knowing that anything could happen if Italy was behind a plan.
"It means you get a present!" Italy said smiling and kissed Germany on the cheek.
Germany blushed, "I
PruCan You'll Be in My HeartMattie happily stacked wood as Gilbert chopped it into fours. Mattie whistled as he went back and forth between the fallen pieces of wood and the pile by the shed. It was almost time for dinner and the sky was turning a blueish grey with the oncoming storm.PruCan You'll Be in My Heart in General Fiction More Like This
Mattie, who preferred to stay dry spoke up, "Gilbert? I think we should start heading inside before it starts raining."
Gilbert stopped what he was doing and looked up at the sky, "Yeah I think you're right. Let me finish this one and we'll head in." He chopped up the last log and helped Mattie carry the wood inside for a nice fire later. As soon as they walked inside a pleasant drizzle started to fall from the dark clouds. Gilbert and Mattie watched the rain for a few minutes through their living room window.
"I'm gonna go take a shower, alright?" Gilbert said smiling down at Mattie.
"Good idea, you don't smell too awesome," M
Letters: To Finland, From SwedenTino,Letters: To Finland, From Sweden in General Fiction More Like This
I'm sorry I intimidated you when we met. I don't mean to, I just think everything I could say to you through for the same reason you gave, I don't want to say anything wrong. And you're right. I will do anything for you. I will always be there to protect you and to hold you. This will sound very strange coming from me but I like holding you. It brings me comfort to know you're near me. I apologize if it ever made you uncomfortable.
You're wrong on one point though. I don't just care about you, Tino. I love you. And that is the reason why I do all the things I do for you.
GerIta: Discovering the Fandom Pt. 1“Hey Italy,” He was sitting at the computer looking through things, Germany went up and kissed him on the forehead, “What are you doing?”GerIta: Discovering the Fandom Pt. 1 in General Fiction More Like This
“Just reading some stuff on the internet.”
Germany walked away to the fridge, “Anything interesting?”
Italy’s slender finger kept scrolling down the page, “Have you ever heard of something called fanfiction?”
He opened his bottle of water and took a sip, thinking, “Can’t say that I have. What is it?”
“It’s where creative writers put their favorite fictional characters and pairings into situations and torture them through vivid wording and a short and straightforward plot.”
“Sounds awful. I couldn’t imagine writers putting us in a fanfiction.” Germany came back to the computer and leaned over to see the screen.
“I don’t know, we’re probably out there too. There seems to be plenty of our frien
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.GerIta: Try Again in Romance More Like This
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Bring Them Back"Dammit Don't go "Bring Them Back in General Fiction More Like This
I can't leave. I have nowhere to go.
Sobs. Dry, broken ones that shake his entire body.
"Feli I'm so sorry " A gasping breath. "I never It was never supposed to go this far, this was never supposed to happen "
I say nothing because I have nothing to say. All those people, dead
"Feli!" A shout. He removes his hands from his face, and those steely cold blues are burning red now. "You have to believe me! I never wanted this "
Those steely blues, looking up at me with a helplessness that terrifies me.
"I believe you," I say. But I don't know if I do.
A sort of strangled sound in the back of his throat. He pulls me down to him, and now we're together on our knees. With a gasp he buries his face into my shirt and his body begins convulsing again with a new round of lamentations. Half of me wants to comfort him, and half is repulsed. The hands clutching at my clothes are still stained crimson. Almost all of hi
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
Spamano: Men and BoysThey say that having a child makes men of boys.Spamano: Men and Boys in General Fiction More Like This
It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
Dennor: ForgottenLukas is losing his mind.Dennor: Forgotten in General Fiction More Like This
It isn't something he admits to anyone. He hardly admits it to himself. I know if he had his way I wouldn't know either, but you can't spend that much time with someone and not notice something like that. And besides, someone needs understand him.
It's mostly the hallucinations.
They aren't like normal ones, that happen along with real life. Instead, Lukas's consciousness freezes in time. And in a single moment, hours pass in his mind, in which anything can happen. He tells me they're indistinguishable from real life.
The clocks stop, he says. But I hardly pay attention to the clocks.
It's terrifying, when he comes back from one of the visions, and suddenly he recollects things I've done that I have no way of explaining. One night we were lying together, and it was nice and quiet, the way he likes it. And then without warning he screamed, and shoved me off of him, and yelled at me to stay away. To keep my hands off of him.
It took me two hours to convince him
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
ItalyxReader: Making PastaIt was summertime, and you were vacationing with your family in Venice, Italy. You were supposed to be spending time with your grandparents, who lived on a huge property in the Italian countryside. It was supposed to be great fun and all, but you knew you would probably just end up bored in your room, watching Italian dramas.ItalyxReader: Making Pasta in Short Stories More Like This
A week into the trip, you'd spent most of your time wandering around their big house, occasionally being introduced to Grandma's various friends and their grandchildren. Besides that, no one paid very much attention to you.
That afternoon, your parents and grandparents had left the house to go to a wine tasting. You were alone in the house. Again. You sighed. Another afternoon of trying to decode Italian soap operas, you thought.
But as you padded sock-footed towards the loft, you heard noises coming from the kitchen. Suddenly terrified, you stood stone-still. It sounded like pots and pans being taken out of the cupboards?
Oh gosh, you thought, not mov
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 - GerIta 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
GerIta - EinsamkeitGunfire exploding around him, Germany winced as he withdrew from the heat of battle, dragging the smaller trembling nation back with him to safety. Once further back amongst his own soldiers, he turned to shout at Italy, who was still struggling to be free of his harsh grip.GerIta - Einsamkeit in Drama More Like This
"What do you think you're doing out there!"
"Uhhh ve, but Germany! I'm just trying to help you because" The rest of his statement was lost as a soldier fell into them, blood pouring out of a fresh gunshot wound in his shoulder. With a quick turn of the head to apologise, the man returned grimly to fight the opposing soldiers. Germany grimaced and pulled Italy to his feet.
He was retreating from this battle in order to get Italy to safety. Besides, there wasn't much more he could do here. These men could fight on their own
Enzetsu wo shiteiru to mietemo
Tada no kaiwa sa
"What are you waiting for? Do it."
Germany snapped up at the sound of his boss's voice, wincing. The commands echoe
GerIta - Storm"V-ve! Germany~!!!" Italy flinched as another flash of lightning illuminated the room through his curtained window. Another second passed and the deep roll of thunder was heard around the house. Italy whimpered and called out again. Usually by this time he would have sprung out of bed and rushed to Germany's room. Except Germany had asked Italy not to disturb him because he was working and he was too frightened to move.GerIta - Storm in Short Stories More Like This
Again the clouds roared and grumbled angrily.
Italy squeezed his eyes tightly shut and retreated back under the covers, clamping his hands over his ears. He continued to whimper as the rain beat down on the windows, wind picking up to whistle in through tiny cracks and shake the panes. Tears streamed down the small Italian's face. No-one was here to help him.
Germany looked up from his work, sighing. At last he had finished the last of his paperwork. He had to admit, for once his brother's idea of listening to music had actually helped him work a little. He didn't
USUK - Happy Birthday Ch.1April the 23rd. It was England's birthday and he was holding a small party at one of his stately homes inviting all of the Allied Forces. The first guests arrived promptly at 3o'clock in the afternoon. England opened the front door and greeted the couple on his doorstep: Russia and China. France arrived shortly after, giving England a birthday kiss on the cheek as soon as the door was open. Thirty awkward minutes passed with no sign of America. Trust that bloody git to be late, England thought inwardly, or maybe he's not coming England sighed sadly but brightened when the doorbell rang.USUK - Happy Birthday Ch.1 in Short Stories More Like This
"The Hero has arrived! Ahahahahaha~!" America greeted England loudly and ended with his usual Hero Laugh.
"It's good to see you, Ameri " England's heart twinged, however, when America walked into the main living room to join the others without so much more than the standard monotonous "Happy Birthday!" Sighing again, England closed the door, his shoes echoing loudly agains
Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 1 [On Hiatus] [Fantasy AU (vampire), human names used, M rating in later chapters, GerIta (and other pairings)]Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 1 [On Hiatus] in Romance More Like This
Ludwig turned a corner, sword in hand to see a young man feasting on a woman's blood. The woman was lying in his arms, unconscious. She seemed rich, rich enough to afford treatment for any injury she sustained and the vampire was careful not to make a noise, crouching low in the shadows as not draw attention as he drank. Releasing her neck, he put a hand into his jacket pocket and finding nothing looked around worriedly and caught sight of Ludwig. His eyes widened and he dropped the woman to the ground.
"V-Vatican?" He shuddered, hands raised and trembling with fear, "Please! I have done nothing! Ah!" He winced, stepping back as Ludwig strode forward.
"My name is Feliciano Vargas, so please!"
Ludwig stopped, instantly wary. The vampire had spoken the truth, he could feel it. But a vampire that was so willing to give his name to a Hunter, even though he may easily be able outrun him
Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 2Ludwig lay Feliciano down on his side onto a double bed, taking care not to touch his injuries. He looked at the sleeping form; the vampire's face was not completely relaxed: the brow was furrowed as if wincing in pain. It was possible he still felt some. It had surprised him that the vampire would go as far as to ask, no, beg for death. Had the pain been so great that he willing to let go of his life that he was so desperately trying to protect just before? He couldn't imagine it.Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 2 in Romance More Like This
Ludwig sighed and shifted some hair out of Feliciano's face and tucked it behind his ear. The vampire shuddered as he did so, and Ludwig took his hands away.
He'd decided to take the vampire to an inn outside the Vatican. For some reason, he felt it was safer, as if the probability of the vampire being attacked by the Vatican far exceeded the chances of Feliciano waking and attacking an ordinary citizen for their blood.
The room was quite large, and a large window was open on one side. Ludwig turned and was
Prussia's Lil' FriendGermany sighed as he shifted through some scattered paperwork that Italy had not bothered to finish; he had been too busy having a fiesta or something, Germany never really bothered to check, and had then promptly fallen asleep. He really was hopeless. He picked up what appeared to be a recipe for a pasta dish rather than a piece of work and smiled at the little doodles Italy had scribbled across the text and on the other side. Well, for doodles they were actually very detailed, and Germany couldn't help but admire Italy's natural talent for art. One of the little sketches appeared to be of him working. Germany wondered when Italy had drawn that, and how he didn't notice at the time. It seemed Italy could keep quiet and focus on a task if he wanted to. Unfortunately, it wasn't the right task.Prussia's Lil' Friend in General Fiction More Like This
Just as he had sorted out the paper into a neat stack, the pile was disturbed as the door slammed open against the wall. He had to make an entrance, didn't he?
"Brother, what are you doing? Italy
Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 4Outside the air had settled into a cold stillness, colder than earlier, and Ludwig's breath condensing in front of him rose like small clouds. Feliciano stood beside him, shivering at the exposure despite having the Hunter's coat draped over him and clinging to Ludwig's arm.Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 4 in Romance More Like This
"C-Can you still find your way like this?" Feliciano looked up curiously to Ludwig.
"Hm? Of course I can. Now come on, we must leave now," Ludwig took a step forward, feeling Feliciano tug on his arm then let go as he stepped onto the paved street. When he did not hear a second pair of footsteps he turned round to see the vampire still hovering outside the door of the inn. He sighed and marched back to him.
Feliciano's head was lowered and he was shivering, and when Ludwig stood in front of him he could then see that both his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Vampire, we must go. Now come on."
Feliciano shook his head indignantly, making the sounds of refusal a child would make as if their parent had just instructed them t
Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 3The journey back took little more than twenty minutes as Ludwig walked hastily, eager to return and check on the vampire. If they were quick, they could get to the Vatican and be gone before nightfall. He did not want to keep them waiting. Ludwig checked once more that he was not being followed, though those fears had been alleviated by the High Council's positive response to his request, before opening the inn door.Hunter - GerIta - Chapter 3 in Romance More Like This
It was warmer inside, and the light from several lit candles now shed a warm, though slightly dim glow in the room. The few guests that he had seen sitting down here when he left had now retreated to their rooms before it began to get too cold down here.
The owner was still at her post behind the small wooden counter, and raised a hand in welcome as Ludwig approached.
"Excuse me, has he left the room at all?"
"No he hasn't, I'm afraid. I trust your business went well?" She turned her head offering Ludwig a drink which he politely declined.
"Yes, we shall be lea
GerIta Mpreg EpilogueA couple weeks had passed by, and Germany and Italy were starting to get into the swing of having a baby in the house. When Aksel cried in the middle of the night, they would take turns getting up to feed or change him, though, it was usually Germany because Italy managed to sleep through their son's extremely loud cries. Italy was happy taking care of the baby with Germany.GerIta Mpreg Epilogue in General Fiction More Like This
Germany had to go to his office during the day, so Italy stayed home with the baby. Italy was felt lonely, so he invited Spain and Romano over to keep him company. They hadn't had the chance to see the baby yet, so Spain didn't hesitate to drag Romano over to the house. Italy was sitting on the couch, with Aksel in his arms. The baby was mostly asleep, so his eyes were closed, but that didn't take away from his cuteness at all.
"Awww! Feli, the baby is so cute! He really is!" Spain cooed peeking at his nephew in Italy's arms. Aksel let out a soft sigh.
"~Ve! Isn't he? My bambino is the cutest one I've ever seen!" I
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Germany was in his office, reading one of the books on pregnancy that he had bought. He had a notebook on the desk in front of him, and was taking notes on anything that he thought he should keep in mind for a future date. "Alright. 'Make sure the mother to be is under no stress, as it could cause harm to the baby. Just keep her relaxed and there shouldn't be any major troubles.' That should be easy enough." Germany muttered as he wrote down the information. He glanced at the clock. Italy had an appointment with the doctor, so Germany had been trying to pass time reading. It was almost time to go, so he sat the book on the desk, picked up his notebook and went to look for Italy.
Italy was in the bathroom. He had his shirt off, and was looking at his profile, and feeling his stomach. He knew he wasn't really showing yet, but he wanted to see if it was at all noticeable. Germany walked up behind him and put a hand on Italy's stomach.
"You do know you von't show for a vhile yet...
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Italy was due any day now. His stomach was really round, and about the size of a beach ball. Germany was constantly on the edge, waiting for the time to come.
"Are you ok, Feli? Do you need anything?" Germany constantly asked. It was really starting to irritate the pregnant Italian.
"~Ve! Doitsu, I swear to God if you ask me that one more time, I'm going to scream!" Italy practically yelled. The Italian then thought a moment. He let out a sigh and looked up into the blue eyes of the German. Italy carefully sat down on the couch. "Actually, do you think you could do me a favor and rub my feet? They feel so swollen right now it's not even funny." Italy lifted his feet slightly. Germany helped position the Italian so he was comfortable, and then rubbed the smaller man's feet. Italy smiled. "~Ve. Grazi, Doitsu." Germany rubbed Italy's feet for a good twenty minutes.
Italy had relaxed, but then got up and went to the bathroom. Germany started to relax into the couch. He was almost r
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I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS
Chapter 1: Let's have a Halloween party...
"~Ve! Doitsu, let's have a Halloween Party!" Italy looked up at his blond friend and smiled happily, then continued on "It'll be fun!" They had just finished their training for that day, and Italy had once again followed Germany home, not that he really minded... They were standing in the living room at Germany's house, and Italy decided that a party sounded good today since it was Halloween.
Germany looked at Italy. The smaller man was looking up at him with his chocolate brown puppy eyes, that no matter how hard he tried, the German man couldn't resist.
"Okay, Italy, we'll have a party tonight..." said Germany with a sigh.
"YAY!" Italy leapt up and kissed Germany on the cheek, causing him to turn bright red. "I'll go get a costume ready!" Italy ran out of Germany's house, eager to perpare for the party, leaving Germany standing in his living room, blushing and slightly confused
GerIta Mpreg part 3Italy walked into the house and spotted Prussia in the living room, playing with Herbert the couch. Prussia heard the Italian and looked up. "Hey, where's mein not awesome bruder at?" Prussia asked when he noticed Italy was alone. Herbert grabbed Prussia's nose with his tiny hand. Italy giggled at the sight. He regained his composure.GerIta Mpreg part 3 in General Fiction More Like This
"~Ve. Doitsu's getting my prescriptions filled. The doctor said as long as I took them, it should help with the puking." Italy said, walking into the living room.
"So, what was wrong with you, Italia?" Prussia asked as the Italian sat down next to him. He pulled Herbert's hand off his nose.
"~Ve! You were around England when he was pregnant, weren't you? I was thinking that maybe you knew I was pregnant from the symptoms, but since you didn't mention anything I guess you didn't know..." Italy said excitedly and hard to understand. Prussia looked at Italy and held up a hand.
"Wait, run that by me again?" Prussia asked.
Italy giggled. "~Ve! I'm p
GerIta Mpreg part 2A couple days later, at around noon, Germany was standing in the kitchen doorway, watching Italy in amazment. The Italian was happily eating a bowl of gelato, while also randomly cooking up a pot of pasta. The phone rang and Prussia came running up from his room in the basement and quickly answered it. He listened for a moment, said "Wait a sec." and looked at his brother.GerIta Mpreg part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
"West, it's the doctor's office. They want to talk to you, and they sure picked an unawesome time to call. I just managed to get Herbert down for his nap, and now he might wake up and never go back down." Prussia said, obviously very annoyed. Germany walked over and took the phone from his brother.
"Hallo?" Germany asked
"Hello, is this Feliciano's friend Ludwig?" asked a voice on the other end of the line. The voice was clearly that of a woman, so Germany assumed it was a secretary, or a nurse.
"Ja..." Germany replied.
"This is the clinic, Feliciano's test results are in. Could you let him know and come down here so
GerIta Mpreg part 1 A couple weeks passed and Prussia came back into Germany's house with Herbert. Italy was very happy and excited. He had decided that he was going to make a special breakfast pasta for everyone, excluding the baby after Germany's explanation on how babies couldn't eat pasta. Italy served the pasta and everyone started eating. Germany glanced over at Italy's plate and noticed that it had about twice as much pasta on it as his or Prussia's. Germany decided not to mention anything and went back to eating. Prussia was trying to feed Herbert. "Come on mein awesome baby!" Prussia pleaded, "You've got to eat!" Herbert let out a giggle and knocked his food on the floor. The 6 month old baby had already thrown his breakfast on the floor three times that morning. Germany finished his food and took his plate to the kitchen. He had to get out of the room before he started screaming at the baby for being so destructive and messy. Italy finished his food and followGerIta Mpreg part 1 in General Fiction More Like This
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Hungary, Poland, America, and Spain decided that they wanted to throw Italy a baby shower. They went to Germany to ask him if they could, and caught the German completely off guard.
"You vant to throw Italy a baby shower?" Germany asked confused
"Sí! You still need a bunch of stuff before mi sobrino gets here!" Spain said
"What do you say, Germany? Austria already said we could throw it at his house! He said he'd gladly let us use it, as long as we didn't make him stick around." Hungary grinned.
"I've, like, totally got tis all planned out. I made, like, the most adorable gift for your son!" Poland said excitedly.
"It'll be totally awesome, and I'll provide the food! Hamburgers for everyone!" America cheered.
Germany thought about it. It was true that they still needed stuff for the baby. The crib didn't have a mobile, there were barely any clothes in the dresser, and there were no toys whatsoever picked out for the baby. They also needed diapers and stuff like that. Then
GerIta Mpreg part 4Germany gulped. Italy came running down the hall towards the door.GerIta Mpreg part 4 in General Fiction More Like This
"~Ve! Doitsu, I'm sorry. I forgot how much Romano hates you, and Spain was the first one I called to tell the news... Romano overheard and he started yelling, and I heard a door slam on the other end of the line, and-" Italy heard the pounding on the door. "~Ve! He's here!" Italy stood between Germany and the front door. "~Ve. I won't let him hurt you Doitsu!"
Prussia had been standing there in thought the whole time. He thought about how Romano hated him so much, then remembered that Herbert was in the living room alone, soundly sleeping through Romano's rage in his playpen. "I must save mein awesome son! His awesomeness must be preserved!" Prussia said as he ran to get his son. After Herbert was safely in his arms, Prussia went and hid in his basement bedroom.
Germany picked Italy up from in front of him and put him on the stairs. "Don't get between me and your brother. He may still try to get at me even if you are in
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Germany had once again been having trouble sleeping. His problems weren't even Aksel's fault, the 8 month old baby had been sleeping much like his mother, and didn't wake up in the middle of the night. Germany was lying in bed, an arm around Italy, and he had his eyes closed. The Germany was desperately trying to sleep. He had almost drifted off to sleep before he heard something.
"Okay, I see-a Italy, and I see-a the German, but where is the mother of this child that my little Italy is-a supposed to have?" asked a voice.
The sound caused the German to react quickly, releasing his arm from Italy, and drawing a gun from his bedside table. Germany looked and was faced with none other than Italy's grandfather, the Great Roman Empire. Germany's arm relaxed, and he lowered the gun. He let out a sigh.
"Vhat ze hell are you doing here?" Germany asked the old man, giving a facepalm as he did.
"I'm-a here to see my-a great-grandbaby and the mother of this child!
MorningAs soon as he woke up, Germany could tell, judging by the warmth and feeling of the sheets beside him, that he was not alone in the bed. And he was pretty certain - one hundred percent certain, in fact - that the person lying next to him was named Feliciano Vargas, more commonly known as Italy Veneziano, and very probably had no clothes on at the moment.Morning in Romance More Like This
Germany let out an audible groan. If he was able to tell from the moment he awoke, and if he wasn't even the slightest bit surprised, that meant that he was getting used to it. And getting used to having a naked Italian in his bed every morning meant his life was getting very strange indeed.
He lay there for a moment, listening to the happy little snores coming from beside him. Germany had no idea how a snore could even sound happy, but if anyone could pull it off, it was Italy. Finally he sat up and risked a glance to his left, praying that the other nation at least had the covers pulled over him...
Well, that was a relief.
Drunken ComplicationsThis was definitely a bad idea.Drunken Complications 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
AbsenceGermany woke up quite suddenly and immediately felt like something was wrong. The bed felt cold, the room was too silent, and even the tilt of the mattress felt different.Absence in General Fiction More Like This
Then he realized - he was alone. More precisely, Italy wasn't lying next to him.
Germany felt a surge of relief. Had the other nation finally decided to pay attention to his lecturing? Had he finally realized that sleeping in someone else's bed just wasn't something you did unless you were - unless that person was your - well, anyway, maybe he'd finally started to listen.
But another part of Germany's mind felt somehow... bereft, or something, missing the noise of Italy's breathing next to him, the warmth he provided, the way he would mumble in his sleep sometimes...
That was ridiculous. He was a military man, practical and straightforward, and yet here he was, missing the sensation of someone sleeping next to him? Someone responsible for ninety percent of his headaches, someone whom he'd yelled at every m
Mistaken for DeadA/N: In World Series ep. 39, Italy gets shot from a car into the sky and Germany freaks out, completely, so I decided to write an ending to it. I've seen it done before, but not very realistically, so this is my take on it, while trying to keep it more canon.Mistaken for Dead in General Fiction More Like This
Oh, btw, in the anime it mentions he was picked up after maybe half an hour by some random passersby, but I decided to have it Germany just cause.
Italy was not in the best of situations right now. He was covered in scratches and bruises from excess contact at high speeds with a lot of unduly sharp tree branches, he was literally hanging by the seat of his pats from one of said tree branches, and the ground looked hard and unforgiving and very far off. All in all, he'd been in better places before.
"Germany... help..." Italy wished he could shout, but he was too bruised and tired, and the unfortunate position he was in meant that his lung capacity was rather severely diminished.
How to ProposeIt was raining slightly; not hard, but enough to sharpen the colors in the air and to dissuade Feliciano from walking back home from the meeting. Ludwig had offered to drive him, and they were now immersed in rather slow traffic.How to Propose in General Fiction More Like This
"Come on," Ludwig muttered impatiently, tapping his fingers against the wheel, his knee jiggling up and down. It really wasn't that slow, even by his standards, but he needed to let out his tension somehow. His hand slipped into his pocket and rubbed along the smooth velvet of the ring box as once more he wondered what he was doing.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. On the contrary, he'd stayed up nights weighing the options, thinking about the consequences, before deciding to go ahead with it. It was just - well, he didn't know what it was, but for some reason he felt wracked with nerves. Wasn't this supposed to be a happy thing? Not a stressful one?
Finally they reached the driveway of Feliciano's house, and Ludwig stopped the car.
PresenceGermany crawled into bed, pulled the covers over himself, and waited for sleep. It was no use. He couldn't even get comfortable. He felt bruised and battered, mentally at least, from a long and exhausting day. So many things were going wrong, he barely had control over anything anymore...Presence in Romance More Like This
The ticking of his clock next to the bed continued, on and on, until he had no idea how long he'd been lying there, exhausted yet unable to sleep. He did, however, hear the quiet click of the door opening and the soft pad of bare feet on the floor.
The mattress bent with a slight creaking of springs, the covers rustled, and a familiar source of warmth settled next to him. Italy, he thought, but kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep, not wanting to have to deal with an overly excitable nation in his state.
For a few minutes, there was nothing but quiet breathing from beside him. Then the sheets rustled, and Germany felt something on his face -
Hands. Those hands that so many times he'd watched pain
False AlarmThis is a continuation of that strip in which there's a sort-of GerIta confession while Germany's in the shower, you know the one. Anyway, enjoy.False Alarm in General Fiction More Like This
Japan ascended the stairs at a fast trot, located the bathroom door, and burst inside.
"Are you okay? What hap... pened..." Then his brain processed what was in front of him. Germany was stark naked, lying face down on top of Italy, who was not wearing pants and was saying, "I did it, Japan! I got closer to Germany!"
Well, if he'd known it was that kind of a relationship, he'd have knocked before entering, no doubt about it. He turned away. "Please put some clothes on."
He waited a moment, then turned back to the scene. Germany had a towel around his waist and, looking nonplussed, was putting one on Italy, who as usual seemed to have no idea that he was supposed to be wearing clothes.
"All right..." Japan sighed resignedly. "How long has this been going on for?"
Germany looked completely lost. "Um -"
"I mean, it wa
GerIta:I Will Never Love Again Today Germany's past had been haunting him, and he didn't know why. On top of that he had a horrible day with his boss, and now it was pouring on him as he ran up to his houses front door. Germany sighed as he opened the door and stepped onto the welcome mat.GerIta:I Will Never Love Again in Profiles More Like This
Shiza this day sucked. Germany thought as he dragged himself down the hallway. He eventually collapsed onto the couch in his extremely clean and spacious living room. He slapped his hand over his eyes, and sighed. All day he could think of nothing but his childhood, back when he raged through Europe as the (kinda) Great Holy Roman Empire. But these were all bittersweet memories. They always reminded him of Italy, the first Italy the one he had lost so many years ago.
The day I left it was a bright and sunny day. I was ready to leave with my army to go and convert as many countries as I could, nothing could stop me.
Spamano: One Question chpt1 'Why am I even visiting this bastard?' Romano thought as he stood outside Spain'sSpamano: One Question chpt1 in Settings More Like This
He obviously knew the answer to that, Romano just couldn't take his brother Italy
anymore and he needed to get away, so earlier that day he had just stormed out in need of fresh air. His feet eventually dragged him to Spain's house.
Romano roughly knocked on the door.
A few seconds later the door opened to reveal a very disheveled Spain, his hair a complete mess and his button up shirt was half unbuttoned. Spain didn't look necessarily happy, but that all changed once he saw Romano.
"Hola Romano! It's so good to see you!" Spain said as he gave a quick hug to the smaller country. "What brings you here today mi amigo? I wasn't expecting company!"
"I didn't want to be at home so I decided to stop by ok?" Romano said, and it had come out a little harsher than he had intended.
WTFORK Hetalia MemePick 10 random characters.WTFORK Hetalia Meme in Sketches More Like This
You found 1's secret stash of chocolate. (Romano)
Me: Are these tomato flavored?!
Romano: GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM MY TOMATO CHOCOLATES!!
2 confesses his love to you. (Prussia)
Prussia: I think you are awesome enough to would you like to be my.. girlfriend?
You walk into 3 in the street at midnight. (Russia)
HOLY CRAP RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!*flails arms and runs in random circles until running into a pole*
5 saves your life. (Spain)
Spain! You saved me from the scary Russia who almost just killed me in the alley for no particular reason whatsoever!! Gracias!
Spain: o it was no problem me amigo! Now you want some churros?
6 is living in your house. (America)
Me: America!! What happened to all of the donuts?!
America: ~muffled~ I don't mph no nomnomnom
You find 7's mobile phone (cellphone).(germany)
Me: There are pictures of sexy Italy on he
Spamano: One Question chpt 3 Romano slammed the door to his room and collapsed on his bed, hiding his face in his pillow.Spamano: One Question chpt 3 in Settings More Like This
'What the hell! That bastard! He says he likes me. How the hell can he love me? Me of all people!' Romano punched the bed.
Maybe he had been wrong about Spain. Maybe he wasn't so bad of a guy. But to love him? He sat there with his face in his pillow. But do I love him back? Romano sat up. Could he ever love someone? Could he ever give himself over completely to anyone ever?
Romano couldn't take it; too much had changed in the past twenty minutes. He chucked his pillow at the wall, putting all of his anger and frustration into the throw.
Tears streamed down Romano's face when he heard the pillow crash into the wall. He also heard something smash to the ground. He wiped away a tear and looked up to see that he
Spamano: One Question chpt 2 Spain and Romano finally reached the lake, the wind had picked up, so the surface of the lake moved and reflected all of the colors the sun and its surroundings.Spamano: One Question chpt 2 in Settings More Like This
Spain ran up to the edge of the lake and stood there, open mouthed, just admiring its beauty. Romano walked slowly up to his side, less enthusiastic, but still admiring the beautiful scene.
They stood there side by side, their arms brushing as the wind flowed through their hair.
'Why can't we just stay like this forever?' thought Spain, 'I'm happy, Romano is happy, there's not a care in the world, nothing to trouble his mind.'
"I'm hungry," Romano said suddenly. He took the basket out of Spain's hand and sat down on the dirt, taking out its contents. Spain sat down right next to him and removed a wine bottle from the basket, while Romano took out the sandwiches. Spain poured Lovino a glass, and