(Hello guys! Okay, this is my first...GerIta FF. I have a lemon version, but it's no where near done XD But I may upload when I finish. WARNING: Some foul language)
I sit up with a start, taking in as much air as I can, which still doesn't seem like enough to fill my lungs. My shirt is drenched with sweat, and tears begin to stream down my face as I frantically look around. Wiping my eyes, I try to calm down. Next to me, he stirs. Damn it.
"G-Germany?" He questions, sleep laced heavily throughout his voice. I hastily wipe at my eyes, and take off my shirt.
"Shhh. I'm fine, Feli," I coo breathlessly, reaching down to lightly caress his cheek with my sweaty hand. At my touch, he relaxes and curls up in the blanket once more. I turn my attention to my situation. I lean over to check the time, and am fairly surprised when the digital clock reads 6:17. I would have thought it to be around 4 considering the lighting. I just blame it on the recent daylight savings. I am so used to getting up earlier than this, though. Oh well. I decide against trying to get some more sleep. Exercise would probably take my mind off of...the dream. No, not dream. Nightmare.
Sighing, I stand up. Reaching over, I grab the shirt I pulled off earlier. It has grown cold, and I walk to the closet, tossing it into the hamper before turning on the light. I close the door behind me so that the brightness of the light won't bother Italy.
I quickly flip through my clothes, grabbing a dark grey tank top and a pair of lighter grey sweatpants. I also jam my feet into a pair of sneakers. Quietly, I walk across the room and out into the hall, then make my way downstairs to the exercise room. Italy and I designed a room to be dedicated to exercise. Well, Italy bought me a treadmill, and I put everything else together. I grab a small white hand towel, then walk to said treadmill. Draping the towel over the front of the treadmill, I turn it to a steep incline and continue to raise the speed at increments of 2mph every 10 minutes, starting slow, eventually moving fairly fast. After about an hour, I slow down a bit, then continue for another 30 minutes until I'm only going 5mph.
After I slow to a stop, I get off of the treadmill and am just walking over to the mini fridge to get a water bottle when his arms wrap around my waist.
I jump, exclaiming, "Holy shit, Feli!"
He drops his hands, holding them up in the air as he starts, "I-I'm sorry, Germany! Please don't yell at me I swear I won't do it again! Just don't be mad I thought you would like me surprising you I'm sorry please don't hurt me you know I'm still a vir-" I cut him off by kissing him lightly on the lips, pulling back slightly as quickly as I had leaned in.
He stares at me, light brown eyes frantically searching my face, as if trying to find any sign of anger. I know he has found nothing alarming when his muscles relax and he slowly puts his hands down.
"I promise that I'm not mad," I whisper, pressing my lips against his once more, "Now, I'm going to take a shower."
(Hope you like my first chapter! More to come, and hopefully soon!)