Okay, so this is my first Hetalia fanfic. I wrote out everything France says with his accent but i couldn't do it right for Italy and Germany. I actually wasn't going to write a Hetalia story, like ever, but then I decided I should. So if you like it then tell me and I'll write more. Also if anybody wants to give me a request I will write you a story (as long as I know the anime) So enjoy :3
"Germany, Germany, Gremany is a really really nice place. Even though I'm his prisoner he gives me food, and it doesn't suck like English food." Italy sang. I smiled at my prisoner. He actually wrote a song for me.
"Th-that's very nice of you Italy." I blushed
"You really think so!?" Italy cried. HIs smile brighter then the sun. I nodded once and looked down trying not to blush anymore then I already was.
"I'll be right back." I mumbled as I rushed into my room. Did Italy just say he liked me? Sometimes, like now, I wish I was like France in some ways. If he had a problem that involved love he would just face it insted of hide in his office like I was doing. Why was I even thinking about this? I mean I liked Italy, but I didn't know if I liked him that way or I have a crush on that stupid Italian?
"FRANCE!" I yelled into the phone as soon as he had picked it up.
"What iz it, Germany?" France asked
"Hypotheticaly speaking, how can I tell if I'm in love?"
"Oh ho ho." He laughed. "You have come to zee expert."
"So can you help me?" I mumbled.
"Oh, so it's not as hypothetic as you had said before. So who is it?" France asked. I looked around the room to check for Italy, although I knew he wasn't there.
"Italy." I mumbled into the reciver.
"Really? You love my little brother? But he eez so innocent! He doesn't even know what a sexual act eez! But, that is still sweet. I never thought love would be in your heart Germany."
"Wh-what should I do?" I stuttered.
"Tell him how you feel of corse! I did zat with England, and he married me."
"Okay that is what I'll do then." I mumbled and hung up the phone.
"Italy." I called walking into the room he was in
"Oh, hello Germany!" Italy beamed wrapping his arms around me.
"Italy, I have something to tell you." I mumbled.
"What is it?" He asked. I hesitated a moment then kissed him.
"Germany." Italy whispered holding his hand to his lips. I blushed and looked down.
"I like you Italy." I told him. "I really like you."
"I really like you too, but my heart belongs to Holy Rome. Even if he were to be dead and gone forever, I would still love him. I'm sorry, Germany. I just don't think it's fair to you." Italy said.
"It's fine. I was a fool to think we could be together. I'm sorry." I walked out of the room, trying to look calm. In the end, my love for Italy was one sided, but I loved him so much that I didn't care, I would wait for Italy. Maybe one day he'd love me back.
The End