In a nutshell, I made this because I wanted a fanfic with my favorite pairing. I personally think that Belgium and Germany would go perfectly together. Plus, they are both my favorite male and female character. I plan to make a few more chapters of this. Maybe more if it's liked, but anyway, enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!
"ITALYYYY!" An angry German voice echoed through the woods near his house. Italy sped up automatically at the sound, not wanting to face the wrath of his superior. He had skipped training again, abusing his gift of speed to escape having to do work.
"ITAALLLLLLLLLYYYYYY! !" Italy could hear his friend's booming voice clearly, although it appeared to be from miles away. The Italian had to admire how persistant Germany was. He had been follwing him for close to an hour, and while it was raining cats and dogs too.
Eventually, Italy found his way back to Germany's house; he couldn't stay in the rain forever. Japan greeted him when he entered the house dripping wet. he knew that Germany wouldn't be happy about the wet floor, but then it was just another thing to add to the list, Italy supposed.
"Harro, Itaria-san. Where is Mista Germany?" The soft voiced Japanese man questioned the Italian, looking around to see if Germany was perhaps behind Italy. He wasn't.
"Ve? He isn't here with you?" Italy remembered that Germany's yelling had eventually ceased while he was still running. He had assumed that Germany had just given up and went home. "I thought he'd be-a here with-a you, Japan." Italy could feel a slight sense of forbodding creepy up his spine. What if something bad had happened and Germany had gotten hurt...or worse.
"No, he hasn't come home yet. Perhaps we should wait a rittle ronger to see if he returns." Japan suggested, his voice calm and serious as always.
"But what if something bad happened!" The Italian whinned, the tone in his high-pitched voice being the exact opposite from Japan's. "We should go and look for him now, just incase."
Japan gave a stoic nod, but proposed that Italy go and take a shower, while he went to look for Germany alone. Italy agreed, glad that he didn't have to reenter the rain, but was mostly concered for his friend. No, the Italian thought. Germany is tough. He can handle himself!
Could he...
...
The unconscience German groaned, his head throbbing voilently. Blood dripped from his burning forehead, raindrops constantly disturbing its attempts to become a steady stream. Heat eminated from his injured body, yet he was surrounded by cold liquid and mud that nearly swallowed him.
He was fortunate that he landed in a shallow part of the creek which allowed him to breath, but also unfortunate, seeing how the exposed ground might have been the cause of him losing his conscienceness and having several broken bones.
After he had given up on trying to find Italy, Germany decided to head home and get himself out of the rain, but had ended up loosing his footing on an inclining path. He slipped on the mud and his body was practically thrown against a group of thick trees below, each one managing to catch one of his limbs and either bruise, bloody, or break it. Somewhere along the way, his skull had gotten jarred and he passed out, leaving him in an injured state and surrounded by the water that was slowly rising and encasing him.
Moments after this had happened, a familiar figure strolled down the very same path while holding a small white kitten in her arms and an pok-a-dotted umbrella in her right hand.
"A-aaaa-ACHOO!" She sneezed loudly, startling the fragile kitten, then gave a genuine laugh and scratched its head lovingly. "Oh come on, you can't get mad at me, Gaufre. We wouldn't even be out here if you hadn't have ran off in the first place." The kitten huffed stubbornly before its ears perked up and its blue eyes widened, as if it heard something through the rain.
Belgium cocked her head slightly, a curious look in her big green eyes. "What is it? Do you hear something?" She couldn't see how Gaufre could hear anything in this rain ( the cat had always been fearless of storms, unlike most other animals with sensitive hearing ), but she decided that it surely wasn't Gaufre's imagination and decided to check it out. The Belgian followed her cat's glare, coming to a steep hill leading into a thick brush of trees.
What could be down there? The blonde wondered before folding her umbrella and tucking Gaufres into her jacket. She crouched down and allowed herself to slide down the grassy incline, the frictionless mud making the trip a quick one. Belgium had almost underestimated the hill and nearly fell into the creek herself, but managed to grab hold of one of the trees' branches and stop herself from falling the rest of the way. A small yelp escaped her lips when the inertia caused her to fall flat on her butt.
"Ow..." Belgium stood and rubbed the part of her body that she had fallen on which was now caked in mud. Her tailbone ached and she found it difficult to stand up straight, but still managed, being the persistant country that she was.
Gaufre let out an irritated 'peen-nyaaaa' and Belgium could feel the creature's tiny body shake against her torso. She apologized to her furry friend before progressing deeper into the woods. The sound of rain clapping against a watery surface filled her ears before she came to the edge of the creek. It was rather shallow and had little edges of land that peeked out of the water's surface, but the rain was quickly changing that as it filled in the dry parts of the land.
Belgium's green eyes scanned the area, then gave her cat a look. "There is nothing down here, little one." She sighed and placed her hand on the animal's tiny forehead. "Maybe you've gotten a fever from the rai-huh?" Suddenly, Gaufre jerked his head up in his owner's hands and peered to a far edge of the small body of water. Belgium quickly ran to where her cat was looking and finally found what had caused her pet so much distress.
At first she thought he was dead. Germany, her rather large neighboring country and somebody she wasn't exactly fond of lay on his side, half of his body submerged and invisible, and the other half visible but appeared to be beaten and bloody. He must have fell down here, Belgium concluded grimly.
Alarmed, she walked towards him, not caring that the lower portion of her pants were becoming drenched by the foul water. She crouched down and reached to touch his even paler than usual face, but her hand recoiled when the German twitched and groaned loudly.
"GAHHHH! !" She lept backwards, not expecting him to move.
He's still alive! !
Acting on instinct, Belgium lifted the blonde out of the water the best that she could and slung his arm over her small shoulders. Although she was a country and therefor stronger than a regular human, Belgium still found carrying the German to be difficult and ended up half carrying, half dragging him.
Making her way out of the woods was easy, but returning to the top of a hill was a completely different story. Taking the mud into account, it would be difficult enough to get back up there even without having to support Germany and Belgium definitly didn't want to face the consequences of underestimating the hill again.
Gaufre hunched over Belgium's shoulder and sniffed at the injured country she was currently aiding. Belgium became a little irritated with her cat for having such an interest with an infamous figure from her past, but then brushed off the feeling and labled it as childish. Besides, Gaufres was a pretty good judge of character and tended to stray from those who he found to be ill hearted. If he thought that Germany was okay, then he probably was a decent guy, right? Right..?
The woman's blond locks hung limp against her cheeks and forehead as she searched for a way to reach the path that didn't involve risking their lives. When one didn't show itself, the Belgian decided to walk along the forest until the incline lessened and they could ascend safely.
As she walked down the edge of the forest, she could feel the German twitch and breath in quickly, obviously in pain. Belgium couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy, but perhaps that was just her sisterly instincts kicking in. Either way, she didn't enjoy seeing someone in such a pitiful state. Perhaps it was empathy, for she had been in too many of those types of situations to count.
After walking for close to five minutes, the hill finally became more leveled and easier for the Belgian to climb. Back on the path once again, the small country continued on towards her home.
Until next time, have a very pasta day ( or night. whichever )!