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
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
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
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 - 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
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
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
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
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
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
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."
Dance With MeSummary: The other nations don't think Germany has enough passion to dance. He proves them wrong. GerIta, mentions of Russia/America.Dance With Me in Romance More Like This
The club was dim, but that was how they wanted it. The nations had opted for a more intimate atmosphere for their traditional get-together after the World Meeting, and when Spain had suggested this dance club they had pounced on the idea.
The only particularly bright spot was the large dance floor in the middle of the room. The place was reasonably crowded, and so was the dance floor. The lights illuminated the couples, locked in the passionate dances of Spanish ballroom.
The dancers swayed back and forth, teasing each other with a sway of the hips or flick of the hand. The nations watched with interest.
"You know Spain, I never realized just how passionate and tantalizing your dances are," England commented as he swirled his drink in his hand.
"Si!" Spain smiled as he sipped his drink, "You need to know your partner intimately and be passionate w
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
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
Maybe...-GerIta maybeMaybe...-GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
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
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
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
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
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!"
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
It Takes Less to Smile--GerIta"Why doesn't Germany smile more?"It Takes Less to Smile--GerIta in Fan Fiction More Like This
There it was again. A silly question and two bright amber eyes focused on him from across the desk, the man nearly sprawled across his papers as he looked up at the German, the picture of impatient expectancy.
" smile more?" Germany continued flipping through the documents without missing a beat, used to the Italian's antics.
When the blond didn't probe further, the Italian took it upon himself to walk around the desk and hop up to sit on the edge, still staring at the blond with a pout. "Ve, si! Germany is always frowning! Doesn't it hurt your face to be frowning all the time?" Italy titled his head, looking genuinely concerned.
He could feel the telltale twitch of brows on his forehead, a scowl beginning to creep across his face. "No, my face does not hurt. And get down from there, it isn't a chair."
"But Germany, you should smile more! Smiling makes you happy!" The Italian threw out his arms to emphasize his statement (and almost smacked the Ge
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: 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
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
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
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: Alone In This Great Big World Pt. 1Ludwig stood at the corner looking at the time on his phone waiting for the crosswalk light to change. He was trying to look busy to avoid awkward contact with the man next to him. He was obviously a foreigner, he wasn’t dressed warmly enough for Germany’s cold winter weather, not to mention he was carrying a suitcase and arguing with someone in Italian on his phone. The young man hung up and let out an audible sigh as he looked at the street signs, probably lost. The softer part of the German’s heart took over and he walked up to the frustrated Italian and asked, “Are you having trouble?”GerIta: Alone In This Great Big World Pt. 1 in General Fiction More Like This
The man looked at him confused and in Italian said, “Sorry, sir, I don’t understand German.”
Ludwig gave him an equally confused looked, “English?”
“Yes!” The man smiled.
“Good, are you having trouble?”
“Um, yeah,” He said sheepishly, “I’m lost
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: 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 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
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.
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 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.
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
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
- - -
"What are you waiting for? Do it."
Germany snapped up at the sound of his boss's voice, wincing. The commands echoed in his head with every step he took, drilled into him.
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
GerIta - Hunter Ch. 1 [On Hiatus // Rewriting] [Fantasy AU (vampire), human names used, M rating in later chapters, GerIta (and other pairings)]GerIta - Hunter Ch. 1 [On Hiatus // Rewriting] 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
Ti Amo, Insegnante -GerIta-Sitting in his German class, Feliciano winced slightly as something hit the back of his head. Turning around, he noticed a scrunched up piece of paper on the floor just behind his chair. Picking up the paper, he turned back around in his seat, unfurled it, and began to read;Ti Amo, Insegnante -GerIta- in Romance More Like This
Stop talking so loud when we have to recite the German numbers. It's a complete embarrassment to think that the person, who can be clearly heard above the rest because of his voice-that-refuses-to-break, is a boy. Just because you're a poof, doesn't mean you should drag the rest of the men in the room down with you.
Feliciano sniffled slightly as he heard the sniggering of Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones, no doubt the two boys behind the letter. Feliciano had only transferred to the school about two months ago, from Italy. At first, most people had liked him, especially the girls, who thought he was adorable with his high voice, accent and air-head qualities. That was until Arthur and Alfred exp
Ich Liebe Dich auch, mein Schuler -GerIta-Rain thundered down outside the café, rattling the windows as it hit them. The sky was gloomy and grey, perfectly matching the atmosphere inside the building. The lights were dim, the walls and furniture a deep, oak brown, giving the entire café a miserable aura, which reflected in the emptiness of it. There were only 3 people in the café; a young barista, cleaning tea cups, and hoping for at least a little more business in this dreadful weather; a lone student who sat at the back, brightly coloured headphones covering his ears, studying, while bobbing his head to the sound of Iron Maiden, the faint buzz of which could be heard throughout the silent café. The last person was a man of Aryan descent, sitting alone at a table at the front of the café, next to the window. He occasionally glanced up at the clock on the wall, taking sips of his coffee between those glances, but otherwise, his amethyst eyes were fixated on the street outside. As the time tickedIch Liebe Dich auch, mein Schuler -GerIta- in Romance More Like This
Wo Ai Ni, Ivan -RoChu-Yao sighed softy as he stroked the picture tenderly, trailing his finger around the image of the person. He made sure to go over everything, from their lavender eyes, to their silver-blonde hair, their childish grin, to their light pink scarf. All the while, Yao's mind was filled with only one word.Wo Ai Ni, Ivan -RoChu- in Romance More Like This
Ivan hummed softly as he strolled along the hallway towards Yao's bedroom. Letting his eyes scan the hallway, he began to wonder if he should even be there... as far he he knew, only Yao was home, as his parents and siblings were all out for the day, doing various things, and Ivan had decided to go and keep Yao company... but considering that he had not told Yao that he was coming to visit, and had let himself into the house when he found the front door open, did that mean he was breaking and entering? Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. Either way, he was sure Yao wouldn't mind. As he neared Yao's room, a sweet sound met his ears. Upon listening a little more
10 Years On -USUK-Looking up at the President, and around him to the crowd gathered to remember, America gave a shaky sigh. Thousands had gathered to Lower Manhattan, all to pay their respects to those who died on that awful day. The President stood at a podium, reading the names of all of the nearly 3,000 who were killed, and a memorial bearing all the names stood behind him, near Ground 0.10 Years On -USUK- in General Fiction More Like This
To see all the names of those killed practically overwhelmed the usually loud and cocky nation. Now, all he could do was feel that he had failed his people all those years ago. 10 years to be exact. 10 whole years...
He could have been the hero, he could have saved everyone... or could he?
Confusion and other emotions overwhelmed him, and a few tears slipped from his sapphire eyes. As he reached up to wipe them away, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. The owner of the hand moved to face the younger nation, his sorrowful eyes connecting with America's. It only made sense though, he had lost people in the attacks to
GerIta: Angst He sat there in the corner of the room, huddling his knees into his thin body. It was no use. No use for the Italian who shivered, letting out dry sobs. He wasn't loved, never was and never will be. He knew that the one he loved hated him, wanted nothing to do with him. Who had feigned affection all this time, not caring for his emotions. Who backed away at Italy's touch, who shouted at him, always angry. He didn't care, he never did and never will. Romano was right. Romano was always right.GerIta: Angst in Romance More Like This
There was a knock at the door the door. The brunette looked up to hear a voice:
"Italia? Italia are you there?"
The tears fell harder down his pale cheeks. Why did Germany have to come? Why did he?
"Yeah I'm here too!"
Italy felt the blood boil in his heart, the anger stuck in his throat. Him. Why did he have to come? So that was
GerIta: GoodbyeThe room was dimly lit, the shadows reflected off the wall and onto the table where the prisoner sat. The guard, Vassar patrolled around the edges, gazing suspiciously at the criminal.GerIta: Goodbye in Romance More Like This
The blond haired, blue eyed man at the table bowed down his head, penisve. He lifted his handcuffed hands.
"Please, can you take these off?" He quietly asked.
"You know the rules," the guard curtly repiled.
"But it's only Feliciano," Ludwig pleaded. "It's not like I'm going to hurt you. I just-"
"I understand. You're afraid you won't see him again," Vassar's voice was empty, without sympathy.
Cling. The handcuffs were unlocked. Ludwig rubbed his aching, red, wrists. His normally stern expression had turned apprehensive. The words of judge Kirkland kept ringing in his ears.
It was the end. It was the end for sure.
The Italian let out an anguished cry. He ran towards the table, his arms waving in the air.
Ludwig got up, to move forward, to embrace his love. Bu
GerIta: Skirt" Veeee Germany look at my skirt!"GerIta: Skirt in Romance More Like This
Germany turned around to see Italy wearing a white, button down shirt, and a plaid, knee lengh, skirt with high heel black boots.
Oh Mien Gott
"What ze hell are you wearing!!!!???" He shouted.
"Poland lent me some clothes, so I thought I might try them on," Italy excitedly waved his arms about. "Is it cool Germany? What do you think?"
The blonde nation felt himself blush. Yes, the Italian did look incredibly ridiculous in women's attire but at the same time, it wasn't. There was something about that skirt, that made those boyish hips seem smooth, that made those thin legs looked shaped to perfection, that was...quite attractive. The skirt seemed to fit Italy's feminine qualities. Germany stared at his friend,he felt his cheeks turn warm. Italy was so...was so...
"You look really cute."
Italy let out a squeal and glomped Germany, who still blushing, very surprised, held Italy just as tightly.
" Graize" Italy rested his head on Ger
GerIta: The Boo-Boo"Stop crying will you?" Germany sternly exclaimed, grabbing the first-aid kit. Italy sniffed.GerIta: The Boo-Boo in Romance More Like This
"It hurts!" He cried.
Germany sighed. How could Italy be crying over something as little as a paper cut? It was absolutely ridiculous. But he didn't want Italy to cry. When Italy cried, everything seemed to get worse.
However, the Italian sobbed even harder about the boo-boo on his finger. Germany stopped midway in another rant. After all, Italy was sensitive, maybe he should be a bit nicer. He liked it when Italy was happy.
"Shh," Germany tried to calm the country down, taking his hand. "It's nothing."
Germany started to clean the cut, warning Italy that it might sting.
"Ow!" Italy whimpered. Germany tenderly kept Italy' hand in his' as he rubbed the alcohol on. A few fingers stroked Italy's knuckles. Germany moved leisurely, something that he hardly did. All was quiet, even Italy who was hardly quiet. He stared intently at Germany. Usually it would get on one's nerves,
GerIta: Surprise on D-Day"Alright men , we must defend this beach! We cannot let the Americans get on this land! Now go!"GerIta: Surprise on D-Day in Romance More Like This
"Excuse me Commander Belischimit, but your girlfriend is here."
The troops let out a snort. Ludwig Belischimit sternly glanced at them. He turned towards his second in command.
"He actually has a girlfriend?" One of the soldiers piped up. "I mean seriously? She's real?"
"Shut up!" Ludwig shouted. "It is none of your business do you want trouble?!"
"No sir!" The soldier responded.
They all turned around to see a girl, with reddish- brown hair, in a blue dress, hurrying towards them with a picnic basket. As soon as she was about two feet away, there was an explosion. The boys' jaws dropped.
"Whoa," whispered a soldier to the man next to him. "He actually got a good catch."
"Feliciana! What are you doing here?!" Ludwig exclaimed.
"I saw you left when I woke up," she started out of breath in a thick Italian accent. "I kne
GerIta: Think of MeIt was dawn. Germany had to leave.GerIta: Think of Me in Romance More Like This
He didn't want to, but he knew it was for the best.
He had a mission to finish and Italy could not come along. Italy was vulnerable, too vulnerable. These aliens,they were worse than anything he had ever fought. Even the Pictonians were not like this.
Germany did not want Italy to face these sadistic creatures, to cry in pain, face a brutal death. He wanted him to live. The blonde nation had dressed, put his assortment of weapons and gear on the table. He tied his boots, waiting for the call from America.
His face was stoic, but inside his heart felt choked up.
Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me once in a while
Please promise me, you'll try
"Germany you should eat something."
Germany turned around to see Italy behind him.
"You're awake," he said.
"I couldn't sleep," Italy admitted. "I'm worried about you."
A cool hand found itself in Germany's hand. A shiver crept down his spine. He gazed at Italy. Will he eve
GerIta: Tickle Fight"Hey Germany! Let's play a game!"GerIta: Tickle Fight in Romance More Like This
Germany looked up from the work he was doing. What was that fool talking about? He had a twenty three page report to hand in. It was of the upmost importance. Italy didn't understand that Germany needed to be left alone.
"Italy! I'm busy!"
"But you are working so hard! Aren't you tired? You've been sitting like this for the past hour. You need to move a bit."
"I'm fine ok? If I don't hand this in, my boss will kill me! Now er, could you go somewhere else?"
As usual, the Italian didn't listen. A small hand wound up on Germany's broad shoulder and started to move around.
"I'm tickling you!"
"Tickle! Tickle! Tickle!"
Germany felt his composure starting to fade. His mouth was between a frown and a grin, his pupils growing wide, his upper body shaking.
Now calm down Germany. Calm down...
"Tickle! I'll tickle even harder!"
Italy's hand was crawling down Germany's arm. It looped underneath, stopping for a moment.
"Now I'll ma
GerIta: Don't FallGermany was pacing across the room, a smile on his face. It was all coming closer now. Victory would be his. He would be powerful, the most powerful in the world.GerIta: Don't Fall in Romance More Like This
Like once powerful Rome.
Power. It was a sensation that sent eletrical waves down his spine. It was a craving that he couldn't get enough of. He had nearly everyone at their knees. Let them beg. Let them beg for mercy. They couldn't defeat him. Even that France fell at his feet. He had to have more power. More. More
He turned around to find Italy there. Italy took a few apprehensive steps.
"I want to talk to you."
Germany nodded. It was probably something of the least importantance, probably Italy's shoes needed to be tied.
"Maybe you should slow down with the whole conqueor thing."
What? Germany couldn't believe what was coming out of Italy's mouth.
"I'm scared about you!" Italy exclaimed. "You've been much meaner in the past few months! And how you treat everyone..."
"I'm fine! Now shut up!
GerIta: DiscoveredShe briefly closed her eyes, feeling the hot water run down her skin. She was the only one in the room, she had intentionally planned it. For at least six months now, Feliciana had been going under the name Feliciano, fighting alongside men, risking her life in battle. With the ends of her reddish- brownish hair lying at the ends of her earlobes, her short height, the lack of developed muscles, and a bound down chest, she could pass as a sixteen year old boy. Feliciana had tried to take careful measures to make sure her true identity would not be found out. For this reason all possible activities that would expose her as female were done when she was alone. So far she was safe, none of the others did not seem to suspect anything. Not even...GerIta: Discovered in Romance More Like This
Feliciana reached for the soap, lost in thought. Ludwig Belischimit. Commander Ludwig Belicschimit who had kept a watchful eye on her since the first day. As a new member she had been taken under his wing for training. For hours and hours, she'd pu
GerIta: A Valentine's DateThe fated day was approaching each passing day on the calendar. Valentine's Day, the celebration of lovers. Germany dreaded this day. He wanted to make everything perfect for his lover Italy, but nothing seemed to work. He still flinched remembering their first Valentine's day when he proposed to her with a tomato ring leaving the girl in tears. Vowing to never repeat such a stupid blunder, he tried his best to make Valentine's Day magical. However, no matter how hard he tried, she always hated the food at the fancy restaurants they went to, fell asleep during concerts featuring classical romantic music, and showed no excitement at any outing they went to on that day. Her behavior always left him confused; what exactly did she want on Valentine's Day? She normally liked whatever they did together on any other day, what was it that made her different on February 14th? This year, Germany was determined to give Italy the best Valentine's Day ever, no matter what the cost. Which is why heGerIta: A Valentine's Date in Romance More Like This