Just a little bit of fluff between Italy and Germany. =) please read and review
Germany hung up his phone with a loud bang. Annoyed by Italy once again for getting himself in trouble. He ran his hands thru his perfectly styled blonde hair making it shift out slightly. He sighed heavily and got up from his chair, mumbling some some German curse words, leaving his office.
This time it was France. Who was once again going after Italy. Luckily they were not far, about two blocks away but he barely got out the door when a frighted Italy ran into him hugging him tightly and crying into his uniform. He expected the auburn haired man to hug him without his consent (which was often) he expected him to yell about how they were being mean to him (which was often) he expected him to speak loudly and fast about it but he didn't expect him to just cry into his uniform.
The larger German man could see tears falling from those brown eyes. Hes known Italy to run away from each thing that scares him but hes never cried about it...that is until now. He gently broke Italy off of him and looked at him closely. He nearly gasped at the black and blue mark on the side of his cheek and neck. Granted it was fairly faint but the fact that it was there concerned him greatly. The tears still went down Italy's face, he hasn't spoken yet about it, that worried Germany.
"Italy? What happened?" Italy swallowed somewhat loudly. His voice still breaking and wobbly from crying. "France, he hit me, I went to say hi to him while he was in the kitchen but he didn't smack me like he usually does. H-he got a wooden spoon and started hitting me with it" Italy broke into tears again as Germany anger for France started rising. Smacking with your hand is one thing, its mostly just in good fun and teasing but to hit somebody as Italy with a wooden spoon, repeatedly. As Italy's tears returned again, Germany gently took him in his arms and hugged him. "ow!" Germany quickly let go of his arm. On his arm to? Where else to France hit? Germany suppressed a growl and gently moved Italy to the side. "stay here." and then he walked out the door, ready to turn France into a black and blue puddle as he did Italy.
As Germany left Italy went to lay down on a nearby couch. There were a lot more bruises then what Germany saw and felt. Now that tears of pain were gone now only tears of sorrow fall. He keeps going thru his mind of what he did and as far as he knows he didn't do anything that wasn't out of the ordinary. He went to go visit France (as normal) he talked with France (as normal) (he ate some the food there (as normal) but France wasn't joking this time. Most of the time when France smacks him, hes just having fun, teasing about how Italy is such a wimp. Italy was ok with that. But now France was using a weapon. It may be a wooden spoon but that moment it caused a bruise on the Italian mans fair skin. it was a weapon...and Italy still has no idea what he had done.
When the door opened Italy jumped from the couch to greet Germany. He quickly hugged Germany until he saw bruised and bloodied knuckles. He grab his hand gently and looked at it with worry and fear. Germany gently smiled and kissed the top of Italy head. "he wont hurt you anymore." Italy's eyes widened with fear. Germany saw what he was thinking and and laughed lightly. "he just has a bloody nose and a black eye. Don t worry, he isn't dead." Italy fear subsided a little as he cuddled back into Germany's chest again. Loving the feel of being protected and safe. That's why he always went to Germany and called him. He felt protected with him and he loved it. He smiled softly and hugged the German closer as the German did the same to the smaller Italian man.