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" Veeee Germany look at my skirt!"
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 Germany's chest.
"You...you look adorable today. That skirt suits you," Germany tried to say this matter of factly, but found that he couldn't hide the emotions in his voie. His thick fingers ran through Italy's soft, brown, hair. The two backed up and Italy smiled.
"You want to get some ice cream?" Germany asked.
"Yes!"
Germany put his arm around Italy. They walked outside, into the sunny day. Ah Italy. That cute little Italy.
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 Germany's chest.
"You...you look adorable today. That skirt suits you," Germany tried to say this matter of factly, but found that he couldn't hide the emotions in his voie. His thick fingers ran through Italy's soft, brown, hair. The two backed up and Italy smiled.
"You want to get some ice cream?" Germany asked.
"Yes!"
Germany put his arm around Italy. They walked outside, into the sunny day. Ah Italy. That cute little Italy.
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GerIta
Some days I just can't help it. My mind drifts off, even during training, getting lectured by my boss. It always wanders to the Italian. The happy, go-lucky Italian. He's useless, loves pasta, but I can't help but love it. It's practically impossible to live without him. His hapiness makes me happy. I've never admitted it, but I love him. Sure, we're only supposed to be allies, but I think there is something more. And sure, his brother, Romano, wouldn't agree, but hey, it's a choice I have to make. Feliciano... It's a breath of fresh air. He brings joy to even the most depressing day. Useless, useless Italy... Here, I sigh, wondering how I ev
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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;
Hey Vargas,
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
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Spamano
"Romano!" Spain called after the boy who was storming out of the house. "I bought you tomatoes!"
"Dammit!" Romano yelled to himself. "Why does he always have to be here? Doesn't he have his own damn life?"
Just minutes ago Spain had told him "Te quiero," or "I love you."
"Damn pedophile. He realizes it's pedophilia, right?"
And that's exactly what he'd said to his brother, Italy Veneziano, last night.
"It's not pedophilia!" his brother responded in the all too happy tone he always had. "We're countries, so it's different for us!"
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please do one where italy is in a play boy bunny costume and struts into the meeting room where he catches the attention of all the nations and they start flirting with him and germany gets jealous. i've been looking for a story like that for a while. please! i will sell my body and give you the money i earn if you need me to commision for you