Rainbow's Thought Volcano: Hello, everyone! Rainbow here with a special project! This is sort of what I envision would happen if Germany and Italy were actually going to get together in the Hetalia anime. So while it's sort of romance, it's mostly a lot of awkwardness and misunderstanding extravaganza. Hopefully it'll be fun! Each chapter is super short, less than 1,000 words, but there will be daily updates. I'm trying to get myself in the habit of regularly writing and updating, so this should get me to be more diligent. Stick around for each chapter, or wait til the week is over to read the full story.
Germany, Prussia, and a few German citizens sat at a bar, drinking beer. Many were too far into the depths of drunkenness to think clearly. But Germany stared into his boot-shaped glass, thinking of another, more confusing boot-shaped entity. Prussia, beer mug in one hand, sauntered up to Germany and slung his free arm around his shoulders.
"Hey, Germany! The awesome Prussia has noticed you aren't drinking awesome beer tonight! What's going on in your brain?" he asked, words slightly slurring. Germany reached an arm to his forehead in exasperation.
"It's just…Italy. That guy…he is lazy, disappointing, a scaredy-cat, and a complete idiot. But for some reason… I can't stop thinking about him. And it's not like I'm worried all the time thinking about him, it's a weird sort of…romantic, almost, thoughts. I didn't even know I was capable of having such thoughts!" The words poured from his mouth before he even realized what he was saying. Luckily, his older brother seemed tipsy enough that he likely wasn't going to remember anything. Prussia took a swig from his beer mug thoughtfully before finally reaching a conclusion.
"You're in love with him!" Prussia exclaimed, before standing up excitedly. Germany winced and blushed profusely. But Prussia wasn't done yet. He clambered onto the table in front of them and addressed the whole tavern:
"Germany's in love with Italy!"
Prussia's announcement was met with a few guffaws, but mostly tired replies of, "We know!" Germany felt shocked, confused, and angry, but anger was the only feeling he knew how to handle, so he grabbed Prussia, yanked him off the table and gripped at his collar.
"Prussia! I will cut you and let you bleed to death on a mountain in Austria!" Germany roared, face still on fire. Reassured that Germany was still his old, humorless self, the other members of the tavern quietly returned to their conversations.
"It's nothing to be upset about! Italy's got the hots for you, too!" Prussia defended, shrugging his shoulders. Germany released his older brother.
"He…he does? Are you sure?" he asked, hesitant.
"Positive! And if the awesome Prussia said it, it must be awesomely true!"
"But…Italy is always so friendly and flirty with everyone. How do you know he likes me?"
"It's simple. He only ever talks about pasta, white flags, and Germany. And you know that when someone likes you and you like them, you have to confess and ask them out! As soon as awesomely possible."
"C-confess!?" Germany exclaimed. Prussia rolled his eyes.
"Duh! It's the only way to stop these crazy feelings from destroying your awesome soul!"
"I-I-I could n-never do that! No way!"
"Look, the way the awesome Prussia sees it is you have two options. One, you can confess to Italy and become an awesome couple and stop whining about each other all the time. Or two, you can stay here and mope forever! That's a very long time, West!"
Germany sat back down in his seat and gripped his forehead in confusion. Ever since meeting Italy, he'd been experiencing weird emotions like compassion, attraction, and love. Slowly, he'd been getting more and more used to these feelings, but at the same time getting more and more confused around Italy. As if his own feelings weren't confusing enough, Italy's were darn near impossible, and Germany was never sure if Italy was being his usual friendly self or if he wanted something more.
"Wow, you really chose to mope forever? That's not awesome."
"I suppose… confessing would be good, ja?" Germany asked hesitantly, looking up. Prussia smirked triumphantly.
"Ja! Confessing would be awesome! But you've gotta do it soon!" he urged, placing a hand on his younger brother's back. Germany panicked.
"What? Why?"
"Because otherwise you're going to chicken out! Not awesome. You've gotta do it tomorrow or else!"
Germany took a long swig of his beer and then sighed.
"Now, West, what is your plan?"
"Tomorrow, I … I-I'm going to tell Italy how I feel about him, and ask him on a date!"
"Kesese! Sehr Gut! Extra rounds for everyone from the awesome Prussia!" His proclamation was met with enthusiastic cheers. Prussia pat Germany on the shoulder once more before heading off into the backroom. This was news that France and Spain had to hear about. And that stuff-nut Austria, since the look on his face would be priceless!
Japan walked in to the bar and saw Prussia talking to someone on the phone. Japan politely tried not to eavesdrop; after all Prussia often said some very vulgar and untrue things. He failed, however, when he heard:
"Ja, Germany's totally going to confess to Italy tomorrow! He said so himself!" Japan stood frozen in his spot as intense music filled the air around him. He was faced with a difficult situation. Should he respect his friend's privacy and not say a word? Or, should he tell his acquaintances about it, exciting the ones who also were eagerly awaiting boyfriend status between Germany and Italy? Truly, it was his friend's dignity versus his inner fan boy. Friend? Or fan boy? Friend? Or fan boy?
After many minutes of intense deliberation, Japan came to a compromise. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted three of his friends: Greece, England, and America. Surely just the three of them would be fine. Surely this whole thing would not blow up in his face. Surely.
