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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.
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: Tickle Fight"Hey Germany! Let's play a game!"
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: The Boo-Boo"Stop crying will you?" Germany sternly exclaimed, grabbing the first-aid kit. Italy sniffed.
"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: Tutoring"Are you paying any attention at all?"
Feliciano looked up at the German junior. He couldn't help but notice how handsome those purple glasses were on him. How sleek that blond waves of hair were, the ocean of Mediterranean blue that surrounded by the islands that were his pupils...
"Yes I am," Feliciano blushed.
Ludwig sighed and snatched the paper from the sophormore Italian. He looked at it, annoyed.
"Then why are you doddling?"
The worksheet that was supposed to be filled with math problems instead was covered with smiely faces and cute kitties.
"You must pay attention!" The German harshly whispered. "Now, abck to work."
Feliciano made a hmmm noise. Boy, did Ludwig, have a temper. Good thing they were in the library. At least he didn't shout.
"But it's hard."
Ludwig stopped for a second and looked at Feliciano. He seemed to be thining.
"Ok, I'll help you. So if f(x)= 3x + 5, what happens with f(5)?"
"I--I really don't know."
"It's the same as putting the five in
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.
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: 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 he
GerIta: Think of MeIt was dawn. Germany had to leave.
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: 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...
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: Surprise on D-Day"Alright men , we must defend this beach! We cannot let the Americans get on this land! Now go!"
"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
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.
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
The churning sensation of severe starvation in Italy's stomach was beginning to agitate him. How long is a nation expected to wait for a simple order of pasta?! The parmesan cheese shaker sat precariously stacked upon a set of red and white checkered napkins, mocking him. Italy could almost hear the little pasta-duster speaking to him, as if saying "I bet he's in there right now, eating your precious pasta he doesn't want you to have any he's going to eat it all himselfffff kolkolkol "
Italy shook that thought away. "Man, I must reeeeeally be hungry to be imagining a talking container of Russian parmesan, ve~"
As perplexing as it was for Germany to be so late in bringing out the dishes, Italy didn't allow this to be too much of a damper on his spirits. But, the amount of time it was taking him to boil some pasta was ungodly.
"Maybe I'll just go see if I can help, ve~?" Saying this, Italy rose from his place at Germany's long wooden dining tabl
GerIta - RecognitionWarning: Follows the HRE = Germany theory. Don't like, don't read.
For Ludwig, this was increasingly obnoxious.
No - not just obnoxious. Obnoxious and unsettling. Disconcerting. And awfully god damn confusing. It seemed to defy every aspect of Feliciano's apparent personality and to have no underlying cause, that Ludwig could see. But there had to be one. Why couldn't he see it?
As Ludwig's colleague, Feliciano had always been a bit... clingy. He'd hang off of him and hide behind him, pick him flowers, joke around, and attempt to have a good time, especially when trying to blow off work. This was both annoying and subtly endearing to Ludwig, who placed training above all else, but might have been willing to... rearrange his priorities for the right person.
So he did. But it brought a lot of unexpected change.
Now, as... as partners, Feliciano acted noticeably differently. There were still plenty of moments when he acted just as one would expect - peppy, affectionat
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;
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
Gerita: Happy Valentine's DayLudwig frowned as another nightmare plagued his dreams time to wake up.
Ludwig's eyes shot open as he yanked his consciousness back to reality. Panting and sweating, he sat up and looked around to make sure that he was indeed back at home. Ludwig nearly relaxed until he spotted a telltale lump next to him.
"FELICIANO!" Ludwig shouted and wrenched the blankets away revealing Feliciano and his night attire or rather lack of. "What are you doing here again? And put on some pants Here just wear these."
Feliciano shivered and reached out for the blankets again, ignoring the clothes Ludwig was holding out to him. "Because it's Valentine's Day~ and you're supposed to spend time with the person most important to you~!"
"Yes I know its Valentine's Day, but why are you here?" Ludwig asked now forcefully dressing Feliciano since his 'friend' refused to clothe himself.
"Ve! But Ludwiggg~ It's so stuffy t
GerItaSome 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 ever joined up with someone so sweet. He is my only friend, the only one who keeps me going on my worst day. I hate when I yell at him, leaving him even more scared than he probably is of me. Sometimes I wish to wrap my arms around him and hug him, but that's not in my character description. I really do have a softer side than you may see me as. Now
GerIta: DisorderIf there was one thing Ludwig knew for certain, it was that he was an orderly man. He had rules, and he followed them. His house was clean, and always had been. He was thorough in his work, and he never got distracted. He knew for certain that he had everything running smoothly and efficiently.
Then again, there's always a wrench that gets thrown into the machine, isn't there?
Ludwig looked up from his half-finished paperwork to see his regular visitor and only friend, Feliciano, with his chin resting on his palms and his elbows on the blonde's desk, staring at Ludwig with those big, chocolate-brown eyes of his. The soldier sighed heavily, then returned to or tried to whatever it was he had been scribbling on the paper in front of him.
"Was ist los, Italy?" he mumbled, knowing full well that no matter what happened next, the brunette would be able to somehow cause disorder in his carefully scheduled day. It seemed that this was what Italy was best at distracting an
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.
"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
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.
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: Skirt" 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 Ger
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