Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.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
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?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
2p!Hetalia Human NamesFanon and personal names!!More Like This
America: Al(Allan) Jones
Australia: Jared Kirkland
Austria: Roland Edelstein
Belarus: Natasha Arlovskaya
Belgium: Beatrice Maes
Canada: Matt(Matthieu) Williams
China: Yang Wang
Cuba: Martino Cruz
Denmark: Markell K°hler
Egypt: Ghazi Muhammad Hassan
England: Oliver Kirkland
Estonia: Egor von Bock
Finland: Thurston Vainamoinen
France: Francois Bonnefoy
Germania: Sigmund Beilschmidt
Germany: Lutz Beilschmidt
Rome: Helmfried Vargas
Hong Kong: Tai Yang Chun
Hungary: Erzsebet Hedervary
Holland/Netherlands: Henry Maes
Hutt River: Richmond Kirkland
Iceland: Egil Steillson
North Italy/Italy: Fiorello Vargas
Japan: Kyo Honda
South Korea/Korea: Im Young Sun
Kugelmugel: Ehren Edelstein
Ladonia: Arvid Oxenstierna
Latvia: Ruslan Galante
Liechtenstein: Leisl Zwingli
Lithuania: Tomas Lorinaitis
Molossia: Skylar Jones
Monaco: Giselle Bonnefoy
New Zealand: Tom Kirkland
Norway: Lokki Bondevik
Poland: Frandszk Lukasiewicz
Prussia: Gilen Beilschmidt
Romania: Vasska Popescu
A thousand Years (Hetalia - GermanyX Italy)I stand on the battlefield. It’s cold, and it’s scary, and I don’t like it at all. We, that’s me and Germany, are out fighting with our troops.More Like This
And it’s scary, so scary.
I have been sent into this battle as the leader of my troops. They don’t know who I am. They simply believe that I am a young, naive man, who was promoted through some sort of mistake. I can hardly say I blame them.
Suddenly I feel the buzz of my radio, telling me I should signal my soldiers to attack. I shiver. I hate doing this. I know what it will feel like. My poorly trained men will run out onto the field, and get shoot down by guns, cannons and bombs, and as the metals rips through their bodies, it will rip through my soul.
And it will hurt, so much.
I don’t want to do it, but the urgent voice of my boss yells at me down the telephone, telling me I need to give the signal, but I’m so scared.
Heart beats fast
I look around at the faces of my men, my soldiers, who are