30 Day OTP Challenge!

A/N: So.. I wanted to do this OTP challenge, but it killed me inside trying to choose who to do it for. Its so hard.. BUT! I am doing it for this OTP, because I feel like I can write about it better than other OTP's of mine! Also, plot twist: I wont post a chapter for each day, its more like when I CAN I write and post one for each of the prompts! Thanks! Hopefully you enjoy! Each chapter might have a mix of OTP's, but mainly focused on GerIta! NOT EVERY CHAPTER WILL HAVE SMUT, A FEW MIGHT, SO ITS RATED FOR THOSE CHAPTERS.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia or any of the characters! I just ship them incredibly hard!

Chapter 1: Holding Hands

((I have never written Hetalia before, so it might be a bit OOC, I do apologize.)

Germany sat his desk, letting out a sigh as he filled out more paperwork. The house had been eerily quiet since Italy went home to visit. Other than that, his stupid brother took another "vacation" to Canada... AGAIN. This was the 3rd visit within a month. What was that stupid Prussian doing?

Shaking his head, he tried to get back to work. He had a stack of papers to submit to his boss before Friday. It was Thursday and so far he'd only completed six papers. It was going to be a long night. As he continued filling out papers, he kept eyeing the front door and the telephone.

Maybe Italy was going to randomly appear? Or maybe he'd phone him, screaming about his brother bullying him.. Then he'd have a reason to go see him, or even talk to him. He'd thought about it, actually calling him to check up, but he wouldn't have a good excuse for calling, and besides, Romano might answer the phone, and he REALLY didn't want to deal with him right now.

Fidgeting in his seat, he wasn't getting any work done. Letting out a grunt and slamming his fists on the table, he stomped out of his bedroom, towards the bathroom. A nice shower would cool his head. Standing under ice cold water, his thoughts reverted back to Italy.

Imagining Italy barging through the door, screaming about pasta and about his trip back home. He just.. Missed the liveliness in the house. What, with him and Prussia gone.. It felt so empty and dark. He worked out earlier to get his mind off Italy, he was gross and sticky.

Getting out of the shower, he throughouly dried himself off. Maybe he'd take Italy somewhere nice when he got back. But that was only if he got his papers done, otherwise he'd spend all weekend filling out late papers and not be able to do anything. Italy was supposed to come back Saturday evening. The German bit his lip and zipped through all the papers.

Early Friday morning came, and he had finished the last of the papers, not a wink of sleep. He trudged himself out of the chair, and started some coffee. He would drink a cup of coffee, trying to hide the circles under his eyes, then proceed to turn the papers in.

He couldn't show any sign of weakness, even if he'd not slept the past 2 days. Not having the little Italian's warmth really messed him up. He just imagined the half-naked boy laying next to him, if he was lucky, he would wrap his arms around Germanys waist and mumble about pasta. He couldn't help but smile at the thought.

Again, he got distracted thinking about the Italian. He'd only been gone since Monday, but he really did miss him a lot. Not having breakfast and coffee ready for him in the morning also through him off. Italy really did spend a lot of time with him.

But he knew the day would come when Italy would leave. It was inevitable. Growing as a country, he's bound to meet someone stronger and more efficient than Germany, plus, Germany made some stupid choices during World War II.

He was bound to be alone. No one would watch over the country with him. Thats why he decided he would treasure every moment with Italy, even though most of the time it ended in a lecture about safety and God knows what.

Putting his military uniform on, he looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't changed much between the wars, the only thing that changed was his people, and his allies. Japan left him for America, as did most other friends. Why hadn't Italy yet? His mind wandered through the possibilites.

Headache. He had a headache. He turned all the papers in on time, but he still got lectured for nothing. His boss was even scarier than he was. Having lost a lot of land and money, his people weren't very happy. Aroung 7.5 million Germans had been killed, that being roughly 11 percent of the population.

He was told to do something about it, but what could he do right now? He was broke, and trying to get Germany back on its feet. He was busy, and there wasn't much he could do for the people mourning their losses. He didn't have time to make everyone happy.

Seeming strong on the outside, the German was pretty frail inside right now. If he didn't have Italy there, he'd probably have broken down many times. The Italian was his stress reliver. He could rant, lecture, even yell at the boy when he was frustrated, and still he was by his side.

After getting home, he sat on the couch in the silence of his home. His head was pounding and he felt overwhelmed. Clutching his head in his hands, he couldn't take much more stress as of now. Where was Italy when he needed him? Sitting there, he wished the boy would come back sooner. He had a whole day to wait..

Feeling something streak down his cheek, he touched his face, feeling wetness. What was this? Tears? No. He didn't cry. It wasn't in his personality. But he still felt the wetness streaming down his face.

Furiously wiping his face, he didn't hear the car pull into his driveway. Nor did he hear the pitter patter of feet prancing towards the front door. His hair was a mess and his nose was running, due to crying. He felt so... Vulnerable. No one could see him like this. Especially Italy. He didn't want Italy to see him in this sorrowful state. He would probably laugh at him and leave him.. Just like everyone important to him..

The door slammed open and a bright cheerful man rushed in. He was holding beautiful yellow flowers, he was about to run to the man and hug him when he noticed the turmoil that was going on. He didnt even notice him. Germany was stuck in his own world.

Italy set the flowers on the table and advanced towards the German slowly. His face wasn't cheery anymore. He was a little shocked the German was opening crying. His hair was ruffled and he was clutching his head. The Italian felt sorrow just looking at him.

"G-Germany..?" The Italian mumbled out, getting a reaction from the man. His head jerked towards Italy, his eyes shocked, but still full of tears as he cursed under his breath, looking away. "What are you doing here?" Italy sat next to him on the couch, even though he could tell his company was far from wanted right now.

"Whats wrong?" He said softly, gently wrapping his arm around the Germans broad shoulders. Only being next to him, he could only get one arm around him. Having no reaction or words from him, the Italian grabbed his chin and turned his head gently, so their eyes met.

Ashamed. His eyes were filled with regret and shame. "N-No. Don't look at me." He tried to pull away, but Italy was a little stronger than he put on, as he forced him to keep looking at him. "I'm always here for you Ludwig."

Hearing his real name said, just broke his heart even more. He pulled Italy into an embrace as he sobbed into his shoulder. He was showing weakness, but he couldn't help it. "Y-You aren't.. Ashamed of me? Showing weakness like this is.. Disgusting..." The German cried out.

Hearing a chuckle from the small Italian, he looked up, meeting his eyes. "I could never be ashamed of you Germany~ I love you too much! I am always here for you, no matter what, I will never abandon you or leave you for someone else. You are my one and only German." He smiled as he pulled him close on the couch, cuddling him. The only difference now was their hands entwined as they slowly fell into slumber.

It was a night of emotion and.. Holding Hands.

A/N: I know I know, there were a lot of Authors Notes from me. I'M SORRY! I feel like the end was a little weird, and I KNOW Germany breaking down like that might be a bit OOC, but its normal under pressure like that! It was sort of an abrupt ending though. Okay, so I would absolutely LOVE it if you guys gave me some feedback on my writing. Its my first time writing Hetalia, so I want to know if its any good, or if it needs work! I LOVE constructive criticism! It helps me get better! But anyway, please read and review!

~Review is food for the Hungary! :D - SEE WHAT I DID THERE LOLOLOLOL.