When you know an Italian, weird things are bound to happen to you. Now, if you were German and you knew an Italian, you'd be pissed the hell off every second of the day. When you know Venechiano, the scale tips off to just plain lunatics…. And if you were Germany himself, well, look up, because there's always good from the bad.
"Germany, Germany!!! There are no tomatoes in here!!!" Italy, searching every orifice of Germany's house, whined. Germany sat at a stool which rested at an island counter in his kitchen, clenching a cup of tea with too much pressure—it was an obvious sign that he was annoyed.
"Dumkopf, that's probably because I don't have any. Now, if you were looking for wurst-" "No, no, no!! I want to make pasta~ PASTA!!!! I can't make pasta without tomatoes!!!!" Venechiano began to whine over-dramatically, pacing back in forth……Scratch that, running back and forth seemed more like it. Germany sighed, 'Today of all days, right when my cold turns into a fever' he thought. He watched as Italy stopped running…and then he started… spinning around? He only started whining two minutes ago, he can't be done already can he? Wait…. He was still complaining, just in a more….err….dignified manner in some sort of odd terms. "Ve~ PASTA!!! Ve~ PASTA!!! Ve~ PASTA PASTA PASTA PASTAAAAAA!!!" He whispered, and then screamed.
If Austria was awake at this time of night, he'd probably run Italy out of the house. Italy opened the front door and ran out of the house. Ludwig stared at the opened door in complete confusion. There was definitely something wrong with Italy today. Germany pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked outside. He put on his shoes, and then followed the direction Italy ran.
……Unfortunate for him, it was in the direction of Switzerland's house.
BANG! "WAAAHHHH!! GERMANY, GERMANY WHERE ARE YOOUUUU??!?" Italy cried out hysterically, running away from Switzerland and his gun- a borrowed Arisaka Bayonet if I'm correct. Germany found Italy and nearly yelped at the sight of a blade in front of his face. "What, you too; why don't you all just stay the hell off my territory? Is that so freaking hard??!" Switzerland yelled at the two of them, holding in his urge to stab Ludwig right then and there.
"Ugh...I…uh..." Germany stuttered, beginning to sway back and forth. His vision began to get blurry. "G-G-GERMANY!!" "And now you faint here when I'm talking?!" Everything went black.
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"Italy…..over there…….cool…" Wh-Where am I? "Ve…..sorry….Germany…" Who was that? "I'm….going now…" Click.
Germany opened his eyes to the dimly lit room. As his eyes began to adjust to the light, he turned his head to the left until he was looking at Italy, sitting on a stool with his back towards him. Staring a bit, Ludwig's eyes widened at what he saw; there were scars littered on Italy's back, and his arms were also badly bruised. Germany focused his attention on what Italy was doing at the moment. He seemed to be putting water onto a cloth of some kind. After a couple of seconds, Italy turned around in his seat to face Ludwig. Seeing he was awake, Venechiano let out a sort of uncomfortable smile.
"Germany...You're awake." Italy silently said. Germany, obviously appalled by Italy's serious change in nature, kept quiet; all he could do was nod. Italy looked down and began to twiddle with the cloth, watching the water drip onto his lap. "G-Germany…I'm sorry about this…" Italy trailed off, his voice growing weaker with every word.
Right then and there, Germany felt so badly to cradle the other and tell them it was alright. But he didn't know what Italy was apologizing for-- Or what had happened, for that matter.
"Italy….what're you apologizing for?" Ludwig said, holding Italy's chin between his thumb and index finger. Venechiano lifted his head up, tears preparing to fall from his large dark chocolate orbs. He quickly blinked them away and placed the cloth on Germany's head. "I ran out….when I wasn't supposed to….I caused you so much trouble and I…I…" Italy began to cry, covering his face with his hands. Germany immediately shot up, pulling Italy onto the bed and on his lap. He hugged the male and leaned back, so that Venechiano was laying on him.
"Italy…you didn't do anything wrong. Don't blame it all on yourself like that…." Ludwig whispered into the latter's ear, trying to comfort him. "B-but….you fainted out there….I-I couldn't even protect you the right way. I can't do anything right…you'd be better off without me!" Italy screamed, now trying to pull away from Germany. But he kept his persistence and held on. "No, Italy!! What's wrong with you; why have you been acting so weird lately?!" Ludwig shouted, tugging Venechiano closer to him.
Italy's breathing began to become louder now, as he cried and tried to pull away from Germany's harsh grip. "Answer me when I'm speaking to you; what's happening to you Italy?!?!"
"It's because…because I….I love you!!!" Venechiano yelled. Germany tensed up, shocked, and released Italy from his grip. Taking the opportune moment, Italy yet again ran out of the house. Germany still sat there, cheeks turning a furious red, staring at the door. He said he loves me…is that the truth? Why would he wait until now to say it? I have to hurry and find him before it becomes too late!! Germany got out of bed and ran out of the house, not even bothering to put on shoes.
He ran where his thoughts were taking him….to Italy's house. He ran as fast as he could, not even stopping when his lungs burned for air. The night air slapped his face continuously- it was very windy out. In the distance ahead, Germany could see Italy's house, with only one light on, in his room. Germany walked onto the porch, pulling an extra key from one of the flower pots on the window. He carefully opened the door and snuck upstairs, stopping in front of Italy's room. He heard hiccupping, crying, loud breathing, and the sound of whispers coming from the other end.
He put his ear to the door. "I'll never be able to go back to him, fratello. He probably wouldn't even want to see my disgusting face…" Fratello? Did that mean Romano was there, too?
There was silence, and then Italy spoke up again, "He doesn't care….I'll murder me right now and he'll never care..." Ludwig grabbed onto the doorknob and clenched it, but he did not open the door.
"I'm-I'm going to do it. Tonight, fratello… please don't come, I don't want you to see my dead body…" So they were talking via phone. Germany's eyes widened and at that moment, he burst through the door and pinned Italy down. Italy screamed, dropping the phone. "Venechiano; Venechiano what happened?! I'm coming over right no-"Germany pulled out the phone plug before Romano could finish. "Please, Germany….I….!" Italy stopped, as he was brought into a lip-bruising kiss. When the need for air became apparent, Germany stopped. He regained his composure and looked Venechiano dead in the eye. "Don't you ever say something like that," He whispered, "When you know that I need you here….in my life…" They both blushed after that, staring at each other with unhidden want.
A tear streamed down Venechiano's face as he looked into Germany's blue eyes. They looked so beautiful at the moment; he didn't want to look away. He smiled a 1000 watt smile, and giggled. "Germany…does this mean I'm sick, too?" Germany smiled, "Of course…more time to spend with you." He kissed the Italian's cheek delicately.
Guess there's always good from the bad.
A/N: Wahoo!! It's finally done a story I started out of pure boredom!! Please tell me, was it good? Did I overdo it? Does it need gushier yaoi? Of course it does, because enough yaoi is never enough!!!
-_- I just love this pairing so much….'tis heaven to me, you know...
~Sasora