To continue my strange obsession with Hetaoni and depressing stories, I wrote another one! Anyway, this story focuses on Gerita and as an added note, I thought of this while listening to the song 'Running Up That Hill' by Placebo, hence the title. So, I hope you all enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia or Hetaoni.
Running Up That Hill
"Italy, can I ask you a question?" Germany asked, his eyes drifting toward the floor of the safe room.
"Hm? Of course!" Italy replied, a bright smile on his face. Germany knew his friend's smile was a fake, a mask to hide the inner turmoil he was in. After all, who could be happy in the hell they were in? Everyone in this forsaken mansion was trapped, locked in a cycle of death. Poor Italy suffered the worst of the experience, watching all of his friends die in multiple time loops. Having to reverse time for a chance at saving everyone.
And failing every single time.
Germany couldn't imagine the emotional pain his friend was going through, but he would try to help in anyway he could. He wouldn't be a coward anymore. He would stand by everyone else and help defeat the demon hunting them.
That was the reason why he needed to ask his question.
"Why do you put yourself through this?" the blonde asked, looking up to stare into Italy's eyes.
"Huh? I thought I told you already. I want to get everyone out because they're my friends." the smaller man answered. "Besides, it's my fault that-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Germany interrupted. "Never say that again. It is not your fault. It was never your fault. We chose to come to this mansion and now we all have to work together to get out again. But we will get out. All of us." Germany vowed.
"G-Germany..."
"I want to help you as much as I can because you're my friend. What I mean to say is I...I want to relieve some of your burden. Is there...is there anyway I could take your place?" Germany knew he just asked an extremely stupid question, but he wanted to keep Italy safe. He needed to keep him safe.
He wouldn't let him die again.
"What?" Italy gasped, his eyes widening.
"Is there anyway I could take your place?" Germany asked again, a little firmer this time.
"NO! Absolutely not!"
"Italy-"
"I said no! I'm not letting you take up my burden. That thing wants to kill me! It's my job to protect everyone and get them out. It's my responsibility!" Italy panicked, pacing back and forth. "I know I've been useless in the past, but I'm not weak anymore! I can stand up on my own now!"
"Italy."
"Why won't you believe I'm not weak anymore?"
"ITALY!" Germany roared, making the Italian in front of him pause. "I am well aware that you are not weak. I just don't want you to get hurt anymore. You're always trying to do everything by yourself. You don't realize that there are people here who want to help you!"
"I...I know. But...I can't allow anyone else to carry the journal. This is something I have to do alone." Italy said, determination shining in his eyes.
"I...I see."
"But thank you for trying to save me...I'm so lucky to have such good friends." Italy said, beginning to sob.
Germany stood there for a moment, shocked by the sudden display of emotion. After a few moments, he walked over to the brunette, pulling him into a warm embrace.
"Don't cry anymore, Italy. We'll all get out this time, I promise." he said, only continuing to hold the sobbing Italian. Germany knew he shouldn't make promises he might not be able to keep, but he wanted to see Italy happy again.
And to accomplish this task, he would be willing to do anything.
I think that's the shortest story I've ever written. Anyway, I hope I got the Hetaoni information right this time. Any feedback is greatly appreciated! Have a nice day everyone!