GermanyxItaly Germany sat on his bed, tears softly caressing his face. "Italy...why must you be so cute?"More Like This
Italy was always so happy-go-lucky and liked everyone. Now if only he could love Germany.
He wanted to hold the small man in his arms, like a true friend. But they were in the middle of a war and Italy needed training.
"Italy's survival over my wishes," Germany reminded himself. "If something happened to him..." he shook his head. "I could never forgive myself."
"Doitsu!" Italy called cutely from the kitchen. "Lunch is ready!"
Germany stood and brushed the tears from his eyes. He'd look proud and pulled together in front of Italy. He would. He absolutely would.
"Doitsu?" Italy sounded worried as Germany swirled pasta around his fork.
"Are you okay? You haven't eaten your pasta or your potatoes!"