He watched his slender chest rise and fall steadily as he watched him sleep. He knew that there were times when he wanted to scream and yell at the smaller man, but then there was these moments. The moments when all he wanted was to cherish the little moments and the love they shared. The simply amazing bond he had with the man that fit perfectly in his arms.
His little Italy.
The beginning had been long and stressful, and still was sometimes. It was an aquired taste, and had to be worked for in order to become the delicacy that it was now. Germany had to learn to control himself, and Italy had to learn when it was okay to say certain things. All in all they had grown into a happy existence.
A happy relationship. A healthy marriage. And soon to be a wonderful growing family.
Germany smiled from his place behind his dark-haired lover. At night sometimes he lived to feel those little kicks and movements. He indulged in feeling the miracle their love had created growing inside his wife. Yes, there were struggles. Of course there were times when they both forgot exactly who they were dealing with. But Germany knew deep down that he would never give up holding on to Italy from the darkest night to the brightest morning. He would fight anyone and anything to keep this feeling. Italy was Germany's glue for the broken pieces. His rock that kept him grounded. This small, weak, coward of a man had taught him so much and was his everything.. He knew this was the last time he would ever have to open up. He never wanted to let go of the hand that fit perfectly inside of his. Never wanted to leave the arms that held him perfectly. And he would never abandon the child that would fit perfectly between them like the final piece of a puzzle.
His little Italy.
The beginning had been long and stressful, and still was sometimes. It was an aquired taste, and had to be worked for in order to become the delicacy that it was now. Germany had to learn to control himself, and Italy had to learn when it was okay to say certain things. All in all they had grown into a happy existence.
A happy relationship. A healthy marriage. And soon to be a wonderful growing family.
Germany smiled from his place behind his dark-haired lover. At night sometimes he lived to feel those little kicks and movements. He indulged in feeling the miracle their love had created growing inside his wife. Yes, there were struggles. Of course there were times when they both forgot exactly who they were dealing with. But Germany knew deep down that he would never give up holding on to Italy from the darkest night to the brightest morning. He would fight anyone and anything to keep this feeling. Italy was Germany's glue for the broken pieces. His rock that kept him grounded. This small, weak, coward of a man had taught him so much and was his everything.. He knew this was the last time he would ever have to open up. He never wanted to let go of the hand that fit perfectly inside of his. Never wanted to leave the arms that held him perfectly. And he would never abandon the child that would fit perfectly between them like the final piece of a puzzle.