Hi it's Tori-chan! This is my first Fanfic, so please be kind.

Summary: Another day, another problem... and another interruption, by Italy. Gerita! Present day-ish WARNING YAOI IN LATER CHAPTERS!

Warnings: Again, YAOI, so please do not read if you do not like yaoi, and foul language from Romano...

Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Hetalia in any shape or form, not Axis Powers, not World Series, if i did, well this should give you a good idea of how it would turn out~

Happy Reading!


"Doitsu!" the pasta freak called.

"What? What do you want Italy, can't you see that I have work to do?" He completely ignored me.

"What are you working on?" He leaned over my shoulder his hand resting lightly on my right.

"Economics, my boss is not watching them closely enough." I grumbled; Italy was extremely close.

"Oh yours is not as bad as mine!" Italy laughed and pulled away; I sighed. "Greece is quite bad too, the Euro is not doing well over all though." He looked thoughtful for a moment and walked in front of me. "I hear Austria, Hungary and England are having problems too, the Euro is down…" I stared at him in disbelief "What?" He exclaimed when he noticed me starring.

"Nothing, I just didn't know you paid attention to stuff like that." He sighed and relaxed.

"I don't normally, but Greece was having such a problem I decided to ask my boss what was going on. He told me we aren't doing so well." He looked down so sadly, I was at a loss as to what to say. He bounced right back though, "At least I don't have a debt the size of America's though." He smiled and I relaxed. I tried not to relax around him, but he always caught me off guard.

"What did you need Italy?" Get back to work Doi- Germany!

"Oh! I brought lunch!" Italy danced over to the package he had brought in "I tried a new lasagna recipe and I wanted to share it with you." Why did he act so innocent? Why was he so dumb? He was as old as I was, maybe even older and yet he still acted like this.

"I'm busy Italy, maybe la–" He shoved a forkful of lasagna in my mouth, smiling like an idiot. Unfortunately I really couldn't complain because the lasagna was really, really, good. Then again Italy always did cook me – I mean, he always cooked good food, in general, always, no matter who ate it.

"So what do you think Doitsu?" He was smiling too brightly, I really couldn't stay upset over being interrupted. When can you ever stay upset at him?

I finished chewing the bite "Delicious, like always," I told him and he began dancing about singing "Doitsu likes it Yay!" and "ve~" and other Italy-things. I sighed and grabbed the plate he had left on the table, I wasn't going to get any work done while he was here anyway, so I might as well eat.

"Why do you call me Doitsu? You're not Japan," I asked in between bites.

"Because it's cute" he answered after he stopped bouncing, and I could feel myself blush a little "Not that there's anything wrong with Germany." He stopped and looked worried "Would you rather I called you Germany?" He was cute when he was nervous.

"Actually, if you'd like, you could call me Ludwig." I blushed a little harder and went back to eating the lasagna.

"Really Doit- I mean Ludwig?" His eyes were so big.

"Yes, really, Italy" I set my fork down.

He grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes "Then you should call me Feliciano, Ludwig." His eyes were so big, and he was so close now. I wasn't really sure what to do next.

"Ah, okay" I said and he get closer. One part of me was excited by this, but the other part of me – the part I show the world, the coarser part – wanted me to slap his hand away and yell at him. I was effectively neutralized. I couldn't lean in, and I wasn't going to move away.

"West!" The door came crashing in smacking into the wall "Have you heard from Spain–" He stopped and stared at us with his blood red eyes. Ita- Feliciano started to worry and let go of my hand. I wanted to kill Prussia, more than ever before and there had been many, many times that I had wanted to kill him. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?" He said, a sly grin sliding onto his face.

"No, I have not heard from Spain, why East?" I forced myself not to say that he had indeed interrupted something.

"Oh, he was just supposed to meet up with France and me." He said still grinning. Gilbird landed on his shoulder and nipped his ear. "Ow" he said and petted the little bird.

"Was that all, Prussia?" I ground out.

"Yeah pretty much, stop that." He scolded the bird who had nipped at his finger.

"Then would you please leave, I have actual work to get to." I was completely fed up with him, I really wanted to be alone with Ita- Feliciano.

"If that's what you call work, maybe my awesome self should try it sometime." He laughed closing the door behind him.

"Doi- Ludwig, if you are so busy maybe I should leave too." Since when did he care if I was busy or not? And while I was extremely busy – I'm always extremely busy – I did something that my façade screamed at inside my head.

"No, Feliciano, I just told him that so that he would leave us alone." This was followed by an extremely awkward silence.

"Oh," He finally said.

"Was there anything else that you came over here for, Feliciano?" I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"No, not really, just wanted to talk to you." He said getting quieter with each word, "I just missed you" I wasn't even really sure that I had heard that last part.

"Yeah, well, I missed you too." I said haltingly.

"Really Ludwig!" He exclaimed staring at me with his overly large eyes again.

"Yes" I clipped the word as short as possible, it didn't matter he was ecstatic and began bouncing around and "ve~" -ing. I watched him as he danced around the room and my eyelids began to lower. It was hard for me not to relax when he was alone with me. At least if it was just us, alone, I knew that he was okay. I knew that he was happy too.

"Ludwig?" He was suddenly extremely close to my face. I pushed myself away, surprised that I had been so lost in thought.

"Ja?" I said after I righted myself.

"Why were you looking at me like that?" He couldn't be that innocent, it wasn't possible.

"I was, ah, just thinking about, us." I admitted my cheeks heating up.

He came and sat on the corner of the desk close to me. "What about us?" He wasn't that innocent! His eyelids dropped to half-mast, his hand was inching across the desk toward me, and he was leaning in. He isn't that INNOCENT!

"Just, our, past" I stammered out. I wasn't sure where this was going; for that matter I wasn't sure where I wanted this to go.

"Just our past?" He repeated closing the little remaining distance between us. The façade won this round.

"Yes, now I have work to finish, please leave, Feliciano." I stood and walked over to one of the filing cabinets, away from temptation.

"Okay" he said sounding dejected. I heard rustling – I assumed he was packing; I flipped through some papers not really seeing any of them. "Bye, Ludwig" he said and quietly shut the door, but I didn't turn around until several minutes afterword.


Translations:

Doitsu - Germany (Japanese)

Don't worry there's more!

Like i mentioned earlier this is my first fanfic, though i've read like a thousand+ so if you have the time Review please! Feel free to correct my spelling, grammar, and any foreign words that i've misused or misspelled. And please no flames!

The rest of it is typed up, so i will try and finish getting it up, it's only going to be three chapters... maybe four if i split the epilogue... but i don't think i will...

Arigatou~ for reading!