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Gertalia: Morning Surprise

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There were lots of things on Germany's mind as he stepped into the shower that morning.
That always happened when he was on a tight schedule, which was almost 99.9% of the time.

The typical morning was:
5:30 am---Wake up, get into exercise clothes
5:40-6:40 am---Workout outside the house, consisting of jogging, weight lifting, and streching
6:45-7:15---Shower, dress, shave, and brush teeth
7:15-7:30---Wake the very lazy Italy up and tell him to get ready
7:30-8---Have breakfast with Italy who is awake by now
8:15---start training

The number one issue on his mind was how on earth Italy was going to do the grenade session. He had already failed it once, and with alot of explanation to do for a very angry Switzerland. He just hoped that Italy wouldn't do anything stupid like plant it into the ground. Or that he would screw up on other things either.
Italy. He drove Germany to the point of insanity. But there was something about him that he well, liked in a way. Of all the shouting and screaming, there was a part of him that just wanted to give him a hug.

The thought of giving Italy a hug made Germany shiver even with the warm water cascading down his back. What? Italy had given him many hugs before. They were sometimes annoying, sometimes he secretly liked it. But what made him so aprehensive about even thinking about hugging him in return?

"It's just my nature," Germany thought, and reached for the soap. He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the yelling in the hallway:
  
"Germany! Germany! Where are you?!"

He didn't hear the knob turn, as he lathered his hair with shampoo. Ahhh, this was so relaxing. He never relaxed...

By now the bathroom door was halfway open. By then, Germany heard something.

"What the--" He stepped out of the shower, and he screamed.

Italy was standing in the bathroom. He had a shocked look on his face. He was screaming was well.

Oh mein gott, Italy could see everything.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!" He shouted.

"I--I had a nightmare!Russia was-"

"I'M SHOWERING GET OUT!!!!!"

"I was really really--"

" SCHEIBE!!!!! GET OUT!!!!!"

Italy ran out of the bathroom, whimpering. Germany, with a stern look, watched. Good, there was no more distractions--now he could--

But the frightened look on Italy's face was still in his mind. No matter how much he tried to think of other things, he couldn't get it out of his head.

What if Italy really wasn't feeling well?

Germany sighed. Maybe it was just a trivial nightmare,that really didn't matter. But stil..

He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked out, over to Italy's room.

There Italy was,huddled up on his bed. He still looked scared.

"Hey Italy."

Italy looked up at the German.

"Errr,I couldn't help but wonder if you're alright. You seemed pretty distraught."

Italy still didn't answer. Germany sat down next to him.

"You had a nightmare?"

Italy nodded.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

Italy was tearing up.

"Russia was throwing grenades at me. Lots of them,from a giant plane. Then he swooped down and kicked me in the face. He looked so scary. And there were grenades everywhere. I woke up shouting. I nearly wet myself, I was sweating. Germany I don't want to do the grenade thing today!"

Germany looked at Italy surprised. He did not want to do the training? He knew that Italy never was good at anything, but he never expressed fear before.

"Sometimes it's hard facing your fears," Germany said. "I was scared the first time I threw a grenade."

He couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. Him talking about the first time he threw a grenade back when he was young. And that he was scared?

"You were?" Italy's eyes went wide.

"I was. I believed my hand would explode. I didn't know what to do with it, so I threw it at Swizterland's house. It took him a long time for him to forgive me. But, I practiced, and got better at it. And I managed not to hit Swiz's house even if I wanted to," Germany found himself chuckling. Odd, he never chuckled. Ever.

He saw Italy smile a little. It made Germany feel happy to know that he could cheer the Italian up.

"You know, if you want, we won't do the grenade throwing today," Germany continued. "We'll wait til you're ready."

Italy beamed and bounced up and down on the bed.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Germany!"

"No problem. Come here," He found himself wrapping his arms around Italy. "We'll do something else."

He found himself moving closer to Italy. The brunette was leaning on Germany's wet chest. The sight of Italy like that was just so adorable. So sweet, with his arm around him.
If he could stay like this for a while...

"Germany?"
Germany closed his eyes. Aaaah, this was one of the most relaxing things besides taking a shower...

"Uh Germany--there's..."
He could almost kiss Italy's head if he wanted to...

"Germany, your wrust..."

Germany pulled back, confused. Italy had to end the hug?

"My worst ?" He asked. Oh no, did he not give good hugs?

"No, your wurst," Italy responded. "It's..really....big"

Germany blushed and tried to cover himself up. Oh boy, sometimes when he took the initiative, it didn't end up so well.
I could so picture this happening. Italy would accidently run into Germany in the shower. I hope I did ok with Germany's character though--I wanted to capture his harsh yet soft side at the same time.
And I know some of you are complaining that I should have had them do something at the end. but maybe another time...;)
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Izzie-the-Obsesser's avatar
My saviour XD I would have died of fluffiness overdose but the wrust at the end made me crack up and feel somewhat socially awkward but it's better then fluff overdose so I'll take it ^-^