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"Vee, Doitsu! Doitsu, where are you?" Italy cried out, looking frantically from side to side. Usually he could find the German nation sitting in his office, working on important paperwork. At least, that was what Ludwig called it. Feliciano didn't like it when Ludwig had work to do- that always meant less time for fun things, and Feliciano thought Ludwig needed to relax more often. But now, Feliciano couldn't find his German companion, and he was getting worried. What if Ludwig left the house, leaving Feliciano alone? Feliciano didn't like being alone. He lost all motivation to do anything- even eating pasta- while he was alone. Glancing around once more, Feliciano ventured up to the second floor of Ludwig's house. Not able to find him there, either, that left one place left to look-- the attic. No one ever went to Ludwig's attic; he never let anyone go there. But if it meant finding Germany, Feliciano was willing to go anywhere. Taking a deep breath, Italy ventured up the stairs to Ludwig's attic.
Germany's attic contradicted the rest of his personality completely- it was dusty and unorganized. There were various boxes, most of them labeled with either the word fragile or old. Despite its unorganized state, the attic was fairly large. Italy looked around before softly calling "D-Doitsu?"
There was no answer, but Italy heard faint footsteps. Following the sound, Italy was almost positive he'd found Germany when he stumbled over a pole. Looking down, Feliciano found an old deck brush. The unwanted memory entered his mind before he could stop it.
Holy Roman Empire!
Wait!
Take this and remember me!
Small tears welled up in Italy's eyes as he stared helplessly at the deck brush. He couldn't help but think that his old childhood love had possibly grown to be his Germany. Feliciano had always promised himself that he would never relate Holy Roman and Germany, but at this moment it could not be helped. Italy gripped the deck brush a little tighter and fought off the tears that were now freely streaming down his cheeks. He probably doesn't remember at all... Italy thought, sinking to his knees on the dusty attic floor.
The footsteps Feliciano had been hearing before grew louder, and there was a small gasp before Italy heard Germany say "Italy? Are you alright?"
Italy could only let out a choked sob for a response.
"Why are you holding an old deck brush?"
"I-it's yours..." Italy choked out.
Italy watched with hope in his eyes as a flash of realization overtook Ludwig's features. Kneeling down to Feliciano's level, Germany placed his hands over the shaking ones of Feliciano.
"Italy... I'm so sorry I forgot about..."
"It's okay, Germany," Italy smiled through his tears. "I'm glad you remember."
"Italia..."
Italy was taken back by the use of his old name. "Hm?"
"I..." Germany averted his eyes. "I still love you."
Feliciano beamed.
"I love you, too!"
Germany's attic contradicted the rest of his personality completely- it was dusty and unorganized. There were various boxes, most of them labeled with either the word fragile or old. Despite its unorganized state, the attic was fairly large. Italy looked around before softly calling "D-Doitsu?"
There was no answer, but Italy heard faint footsteps. Following the sound, Italy was almost positive he'd found Germany when he stumbled over a pole. Looking down, Feliciano found an old deck brush. The unwanted memory entered his mind before he could stop it.
Holy Roman Empire!
Wait!
Take this and remember me!
Small tears welled up in Italy's eyes as he stared helplessly at the deck brush. He couldn't help but think that his old childhood love had possibly grown to be his Germany. Feliciano had always promised himself that he would never relate Holy Roman and Germany, but at this moment it could not be helped. Italy gripped the deck brush a little tighter and fought off the tears that were now freely streaming down his cheeks. He probably doesn't remember at all... Italy thought, sinking to his knees on the dusty attic floor.
The footsteps Feliciano had been hearing before grew louder, and there was a small gasp before Italy heard Germany say "Italy? Are you alright?"
Italy could only let out a choked sob for a response.
"Why are you holding an old deck brush?"
"I-it's yours..." Italy choked out.
Italy watched with hope in his eyes as a flash of realization overtook Ludwig's features. Kneeling down to Feliciano's level, Germany placed his hands over the shaking ones of Feliciano.
"Italy... I'm so sorry I forgot about..."
"It's okay, Germany," Italy smiled through his tears. "I'm glad you remember."
"Italia..."
Italy was taken back by the use of his old name. "Hm?"
"I..." Germany averted his eyes. "I still love you."
Feliciano beamed.
"I love you, too!"
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GerIta -- Nightmare
Warning: Slash pairing.
Italy didn't consider himself a slave to routine. Even though Germany would get upset and yell at him whenever he showed up late or skipped out on training altogether, the auburn-haired nation couldn't bring himself to care. He liked sometimes staying in for breakfast or skipping down to the coffee shop; he liked sometimes stopping to pick flowers or chat with pretty girls; he liked sometimes taking a siesta or going into town for the afternoon. Every day was a little bit different, and Italy was happy to have variety.
But even amongst the random variables of his day, one aspect never changed that Germany woul
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You Did Wunderbar -GerIta-
Summary: A GerIta remix of the Paint It, White! ending. Because the idea grabbed me and wouldn't let go.
These stubborn ideas of mine...
"Italy, you did wunderbar."
Italy beamed and ran forward, dropping the cat as he jumped on Ludwig, wrapping his arms and legs around the taller man. Germany stumbled backwards a bit before regaining his balance and gripping Italy's legs to hold him up.
"I was so worried, Ludwig," he said, burrowing his head into the man's neck. "I thought I'd lost you."
Ludwig smiled sadly as he buried his face in Feliciano's hair. He kissed the strands as he said, "It's alright, Feliciano. You stopped them, and everyth
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Gerita: Why?
We were having coffee at an Italian café. Just him and me. We were talking about pasta, and pasta, and more pasta. He obviously refused to change the subject, but I allowed it. I loved his sweet smile. I loved his little curl.
"Doitsu, I got this watch from Japan the other day!" he shoved his wrist into my face. I saw the small hearts along the rim. "Every time I look at it, I think of you! Ve~"
I smiled slightly. I don't know why I love him, but something about his personality caught me attention. "That's a nice watch Italy," I replied.
"You really think so?!" he yelled. He raised his hands in the air and knocked over my coffee and it spi
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Another drabblefic written on ~paranorama-alchemy's iPod touch. |D Kinda angsty, I suppose.
GUYS GUYS LOOK IT'S MY FIRST GERITA FANFICTION. Doesn't it suck?
Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
Literature © Me
I still want an iPod touch.
GUYS GUYS LOOK IT'S MY FIRST GERITA FANFICTION. Doesn't it suck?
Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
Literature © Me
I still want an iPod touch.
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that is adorable. I wish they would have shown more about the relation with Germany and holy rome in the actual show.