A/N: Okay, Shar. Here's your GerIta drabble. :]
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Sometimes Italy just liked to watch Germany sleep. It seemed like the only time the man ever seemed to let go of the stiffness in his shoulders or the tough look on his face. Right now, he lay relaxed; his arms sprawled out on his bed, with his hair in disarray and a fine line of drool seeping from out of his mouth. Some would say this was sloppy, but Italy thought the blonde was never more beautiful.
He reached out a hand and brushed a lock of hair from Germany's forehead. Yes, he was very beautiful.
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Wow, this was almost a true drabble. xD Short and sweet. Leave a quick review. Love!~
-K.H. Wright