Return: GerIta-ChibitaliaxHRE OneshotFrom the moment he opened that tomato box, I knew.
My Holy Rome had come back for me.
At first, I had thought that I was hallucinating againHoly Rome was dead, or at least that's what they had told Mr. Roderich and Miss Elizaveta.
But no, it was my Holy Rome. Even after all these years, I recognized him.
The only drawback was that Holy Rome had forgotten me.
Holy Rome went by a different name now'Ludwig.' His sky blue eyes, once childishly round, had sparkled with affection every time he looked at me. Now, they were a colder shade of blue, and looked at me with unfamiliarity. Holy Rome had used to blush a light shade of pink whenever he saw me, but that too had been lost.
Holy Rome's hair had darkened slightly, but it was still styled similarly the day that I had last seen him. I could still remember with precise accuracy the details of that day The words we had exchanged I've loved you since the 900s The brush that I had given him
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 spilled all over him. "Oh no!" his smile quickly turned into a frown. I got out of my seat and wiped the coffee off of his shirt. "Thank you, Doitsu!"
I grunted. I walked back to my seat and checked to see how much coffee I had left in my cup. There wasn't much left. He smiled instantly as if nothing happened. I loved his smile.
"I went to big brother Fr
Love Story PrussiaXCanadaWhy did it have to turn out like this? All he wanted to do was see him again, it wasn't like it was against the law or anything. No, all that was in his way was that stuffy British guy Arthur. Like he was so important anyway. He told them that they weren't in love, they didn't know what love even was. They would never see each other again, no matter how hard they tried. It broke the Prussian's heart, it really did. It was hard not being able to see his cute little Maple everyday. He wanted to be with him every second of the day, all the time. Prussia was stumped, truly. What was he going to do? Arthur wouldn't ever approve of their relationship. Did they even have a relationship? Or was this just a dream?
We were both young, when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there, on a balcony of summer air
Prussia was lost in his thoughts when his computer made a loud beep, signifying that he had a new IM. Prussia sighed, and and got on. Looking at t
Heartless: RussiaxReader Chapter 1WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR AND ARE LOOKING FOR FLUFF AND FLUFFINESS ONLY.
Ah. Your first world meetingfinally, a chance to introduce yourself to the countries, and make your first impression with a 'bang.' Appearance was everything, after all. You had to seem powerful, or else the other countries would walk all over you for the rest of your existence.
You had been busy making allies. America? Check. China? Check. In fact, you could check just about every country present at the meeting. But there was one last world power, and he would be the hardest to speak to of all.
He seemed so lonely and forlorn. Hardly anyone dared to approach him. Everyone whispered of his cruelty and instability. The Baltics lived in constant fear of him. Other countries kept their distance. Not trying to be biased, you had planned to converse with him during today's world meeting, to see what he was really like, despite everyone's protests.
"Are you crazy?!" Alfred kept asking frantical
GermanyxItaly - IntoxicatedGermany x Italy - Intoxicated
Germany was once again annoyed to find that he could not concentrate on his work. Normally, he would give his workload his full attention and finish it in quick succession, and then he would concentrate on even more work. He liked being productive; it made him feel useful when he managed to complete his paperwork on time and get praised for it. Lately though, he wasn't being very productive. No, this one thought had been swimming around in his mind for a while, washing away any other thoughts. This thought was Italy. Of course he'd thought of Italy before; he usually wondered such things as whether or not he was safe, and what way was the best way to teach him to tie his laces; but he'd never thought about him this much before, and it was driving him insane. He ended up getting worried out of his mind for Italy's safety, and concerned as to whether Italy would ever tie his laces by himself, thus becoming independent (Though Germany didn't really mind Italy
Copper Curl Part VIISleep was impossible. Each toss and turn and shift in position made discomfort increase. Germany's eyes stung whenever he opened or closed them. His breathing was heavy and his heart pounded in his ears. And the short periods where he would doze off, he was plagued with disconnected images and memories of a little girl with a copper curl, of a broken promise, of a kiss of Italy
And now he knew. They weren't someone else's memories being passed down to him. They were his. All this time, Germany has been recovering from major long term amnesia. His name wasn't even Germany for Christ's sake. He was really he was
He was the Holy Roman Empire.
He always had been. And World War I was not the first time he had been introduced to Italy.
The thoughts played over and over again in his head. He couldn't handle this. Germany thought that if he had figured out what the hell was going on, he would be at peace and things would go back to normal. But no. He wasn't expecting this
i love a rainy nighti love a rainy night: GerIta
The night was cold, and the fact it was raining didnt make it any better.
"Veneziano, what are you doing out here?" A think German accented man asked. The Italian whom he was talking to didnt seem to hear him. the man sighted, "Italy!"
"Oh! Deutsu! Im sorry!" Italy turned around quickly. He was drenched to the bone. "I guess i didn't hear you!"
"Why are you out here? Its freezing cold." Germany was holding a thick towel out to Italy. He couldnt help but be hipnotized by the Italian, the way the water shamlessly crawled over his pale, beautiful skin. Italy smiled and ran up to germany, taking the towel.
"I was just thinking of home." Italy looked down sadly. Germany patted his shouldr and they walked back into the war tent. It was the begining of world war ll. Neither one of the males wasnted to go to war, but their bosses had told them they had to.
"We will return home soon. i promise." This was all he could say. After a few minutes of silence, germany deci
Sweet Dreams: GerIta Oneshot"DOITSU, DOITSU!! GERMANY, GERMANY!!!"
I groaned. For Gott's sake, it was 5 A.M. What now?
"What is it?" I said to the little head that was peeping into my bedroom. "And didn't I say to call me 'Vatti?'"
The door opened wider, flooding the night with light from the hall. "I know," said the tiny voice, "but Mommy calls you that "
I sighed. 'Mommy' was lying next to me, passed out like he normally was. Charging tanks cannot wake him up when he's tiredbelieve me, I know from experience. Since he was unlikely to wake up, I was left dealing with our child on my own.
I heard whimpering coming from the door. "Come here, now," I said softening. "What is it?"
"Well " the little voice squeaked, "I had a nightmare "
The child whimpered, and then buried her head into my chest.
"I DREAMED THAT THERE WAS NO MORE PASTA OR WURST LEFT!!!!"
I tried to stifle a snort. This was the nightmare?
"That would be bad," I said awkwardly.
She looked up at me expectantly. What?
GerIta: Try AgainHoly Rome wasn't coming back.
I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Germany and Italy...Apologetic KissLudwig looked over to his left, then to his right, and finally closed his eyes, sighing. I shouldn't have yelled at Italy like I did, he thought. But it isn't like I haven't told him time and time again not to-
"GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Italy's high voice screamed in both of Ludwig's ears as he was suddenly slammed into from behind by the young man.
" Vhat the hell-?!" Ludwig said angrily, gruffly trying to get to his knees. " Vhat are you doing, you dumm-"
" I- I- I- I-," Italy stuttered, his face so red yet so stupidly blank, " I just-a wanted to apologise-a, G-Germany!"
Ludwig was kneeling now, hunched over and catching his breath again. Italy shoved a paper in his chest, and Ludwig held the crumpled page in one hand and read it to himself. Yet another poorly- yet somehow heartfelt- apologetic letter. It most certainly wasn't the first he'd received that week.
Ludwig's eyes slid up from the letter and looked at Italy, who was also kneeling across from hi
Confusion 6 - A GerIta Story "We're the three best friends that anyone can have," I screamed at the top of my lungs, scrubbing my skin raw with Germany's loofah and my strawberry body wash, "We're the three best friends that anyone can haaaaave!"
I giggled madly as I put the loofah back on its hook and spun around to wash the soap off. The shower had been great, although I had probably used too much hot water in the forty minutes I had been in there. I didn't care too much, it was Japan's resource anyway, not mine.
I turned the shower off, reaching just outside the curtain to grab my towel. I patted dry most of my body before wrapping it around my waist.
Dancing with a Broken Heart -Itacest-((Does have Spamano in it as well))
My amber eyes were burning.
Just watching my brother dancing and smiling with his new husband made me want to scream and rip these curtains behind me to shreds. I knew I would probably do that If I hadn't had this much control. I knew I would have done it, because my fingers were twitching and my claw like nails were digging into my palm.
I could feel the hot and sticky blood dripping down my palm, just like how any form of positivity was leaving my heart.
I could see how happy he was with the German, and how happy the German was with him.
But why couldn't I be in that stupid potatoes place?!
'Come on, Feli you're my brother, that has to credit for something. Can't you feel me; can't you feel the pain that's slowly killing me?'
Held my breath as the last wave pulls me under, under
What doesn't kill you makes you so much stronger, stronger
Can you feel this pain?
Rushing through these v
Star gazingStar gazing
"Ve~" Italy smiles and snuggles up against Germany on the red and white checkered picnic blanket they were laying on. "It's so pretty out here!" He said, turning his head so he was looking up at the starry night sky.
"Ja." Germany half smiled.
"Germany! Let's look at the stars and see if we can find those star pictures!"
"Do you mean constellations?"
"Yeah!" Italy smiles and rolls over onto his back.
"Oooh that one looks like spaghetti! and so do those! and those...and those...and those........Germany?"
"Is spaghetti a constellation?"
Germany chuckles. "Nein."
"Ooh... okay!" Italy smiles and continues staring at the stars.
"That one is Orion."
"See those three stars in a row?" He points at them. "Well that's orion's belt."
"And see that over there..that's the big and little dipper."
"Ooooh. Germany is so smart~" Italy snuggles in closer to Germany and kisses him.
"Ti Amo Doitsu~"
"Ja. Ich liebe dich" Germany leans in for another k
Whispers In The Dark: Spamano songfic requestWell, here you go sweetepie365! ! I hope you like it.
Yes, this is a Spamano songfic to the song "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. Enjoy!!
It is cold. So cold.
I can't feel anything but the biting, whirling ice that eats away at my open wounds as it pounds mercilessly on me, the wind whistling in my ears, taunting me, telling me that I have failed.
I have been reduced to nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am crawling on my hands and knees, the icy snow rubbing against my already pale flesh.
Crawling like a lowlife. A piece of filth.
I've lost it all. Everything.
Everyone I had the slightest care about has been stripped away. All of my hope has been broken. My desire to live has been shattered.
I'm still crawling. I'm still crawling, constantly in broken motion, gritting my teeth as the never ending plethora of ice crystals shoots from the sky.
I need to find him.
Because, something tells me that he's still here.
Copper Curl Part VIGermany sat on his couch, bundled up under a thick shelter of covers. He felt rather pathetic, curled up in a ball. He felt as if he were hiding.
Hiding from what, though? Italy? Himself? The truth? Everything?
He didn't understand what the hell was going on. First there are these damn visions that most definitely belong to the dead nation, Holy Rome. Then there is the fact that Germany is starting to acquire some non-platonic feelings for Italy.
He can't deny it anymore. He definitely likes loves Italy. That way.
Germany bit the insides of his mouth and let out a frustrated groan. He ran his hand over his face and peered out his open window. The stars were shining bright against the black sky. The blonde nation felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand up for some unknown reason. He stiffened and lowered the covers from his chin cautiously.
He looked around the dark room and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Yet, there as something off. He held his breath for a few seconds
What Happened to Fratelllo?Title: What Happened to Fratello?
October 4, 2011 9:45 EST.
An Italian skipped around the United Nations building. He was wearing a grey Italian (of course) suit. He smiled to the secretary. "Hello Elizabeth," He greeted her. "Having a good morning ve~?"
She gave him a sad smile and nodded him along. 'That's strange,' The child-like man thought. 'Normally she gives me a sarcastic answer.'
He opened the doors to the meeting room. The meeting hadn't started yet, which he was thankful for. Hushed whispers filled the air. Germany was the first one to acknowledged him.
"Italy hello," He said. "Have you heard about..." His voice trailed off. He didn't know how to tell him. Italy was like a toddler. Wide-eyed and innocent, but easy to upset. He didn't know how to put it in the lightest terms at all.
Italy cocked his head to the side. "Heard what? That there's a pasta backing contest? Silly Germany! I already know that! Me and Romano entered in it."
Russia X Reader Don't be afraid chp 2When you awoke it was still dark out. You looked around the room and realized Ivan had put you to bed.
You felt weak from being strangled last night, you wondered why his eyes looked like that too. You strayed away from the thought and got out of bed. You heard a chain rustle.
You looked down at your feet and you were shackled to the bed by your right ankle. As the chain made noise you heard foot steps coming down the hall.
You hid under the bed in hopes that he would think you were gone. The door swung open and hit the wall, you shook underneath the bed. The foot steps got louder as they came closer to the bed.
You heard Ivan sigh as he thought you got away. He sat down on the bed and the bed pushed down onto you which caused you to yelp in pain under Ivan's weight.
Ivan got a evil grin on his face and pulled you out from under the bed by the chain. You tried to hold onto the leg of the bed but Ivan yanked you off and held you upside down by the chain around your ankle.