A/N: I deserve only some credit for this story. I was with a friend while role-playing when she said "What if Germany had a secret curl and hid it since his hair is always slicked back." I thought it was a good fanfic story so here it is. I made this with a slight Gerita since another friend wanted some. If you see any mistakes, please tell me because I would like to improve my writing. This is my first story/oneshot so it may not be that good. Please R&R. I can take constructive criticism so please tell me if you see anything wrong. Sorry for the long author note. Enjoy!
Italicized or bold means someone's thoughts or in dialect means emphasis or it's in another language.
I totally forgot to put up a disclaimer. I do NOT own Hetalia (if I did it would be labeled as yaoi)
The Secret Curl
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Germany woke up that morning at 6:00 as usual. Strangely, Italy had not been there when he woke up. Must have slept with his brother, strange kids. He got out of bed, took a shower, and changed into his military outfit. Ugh, this again. He looked in the mirror at his curl. It wasn't much but it annoyed him, almost as much as Italy and everyone knew how much he annoyed Germany. It was like America's curl, but bent and blockish, like his personality. He sighed as he used his hands to slick back his hair. There, all gone. He took one last look in the mirror and headed out to run before the World Conference. It was being held at America's house since he had a freaking mansion, even if most of it was just for horror movies and video games. After his run, Germany decided to take a detour to buy some wursts before the meeting. After all, all America had were hamburgers. He had gotten sick of them by the tenth meeting and decided to eat out before arriving at the conferences from then on.
Germany arrived at the conference room at around 9:00, an hour early. He looked around the room at the countries already there. There was England, Japan, Russia, and China. Of course America isn't here. He's always been the last to arrive, and with a "big, fantastic" entrance. Germany sighed as he turned to go get Italy, he never seemed to show up on his own, when he saw something that surprised him. There was Italy humming as he skipped into the room with his brother, who as grumpy as ever, walked into the room with his arms crossed mumbling curses under his breath about getting up early, Spain, and the "potato lover." Italy stopped when he saw Germany standing there staring at him and smiled, "Hi Germany! Look I finally got here early. It was all thanks to Spain and Romano ni-chan*!" He yelled happily while Germany stood there (still) staring at him. His brain FINALLY processed the reason when Spain walked into the room with a basket of tomatoes. "Spain" he said going up to the nation, holding out his hand, "Thank you for bringing making sure Italy made it here. And early might I add." Spain looked at him, shook his hand, and smiled. "No problem mi amigo. Anything for Ita-kun!"
Soon countries began to come in one by one. By the time the meeting was supposed to start, America rushed into the room, and in the process broke his door. "THE HERO IS NOW HERE. LET THE MEETING BEGIN!" Germany couldn't remember exactly what happened after that. The only thing that he remembered was listening to America ramble about a hero to save the planet, England and France arguing about anything there was to argue about, Russia picking on the Baltics, and Switzerland going on about shooting everyone with his gun. Then he couldn't stand it anymore. "EVERYONE BE QUIET! WE ARE HERE TO SOLVE THE PROBLEMS OF THE WORLD NOT OUR OWN PROBLEMS! IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SAY THEN RAISE YOUR HAND, EVERYONE WILL HAVE 5-10 MINUTES TO SPEAK AND EVERYONE WILL HAVE A CHANCE SO BE PATIENT!" he shouted across the room so everyone could here. He saw a hand waving in the air and saw that it was Italy. "Germany recognizes his friend Italy," he said pointing to Italy so everyone knew who was talking. "PASTA!" Italy suddenly screams. "..." Everything was silent for a moment. /Facepalm/ Of course Italy wouldn't say something related to the meeting. Why did I pick on him if I knew this? Honestly, I care for him too much. Germany sighed and progressed the meeting. When it was finally over he sighed and packed his papers to leave. "Ve~. Hey Germany, can I go home with you? Romano and Spain are going to pick tomatoes so I don't have anyone to go back with," Italy appeared behind him and asked. Germany sighed, "Fine." The ride home was decent as it could be. With Italy singing about pasta in the passenger seat might have been the only thing annoying him the entire time, that or the fact that he was going home with him. The entire time his heart was beating and he had to make himself concentrate on driving.
When they arrived at Germany's house, Italy ran inside and went straight to the kitchen. "I'm going to make PASTA for dinner, k' Germany?" "Fine, do as you please," he replied to the overly energetic Italian nation already getting ready to make pasta. He loves pasta way too much. Maybe he needs to be introduced to new foods, Germany told himself to take Italy on vacation to all the other nations and have him sample their foods. He sat at the table working on his paper. He wasn't doing a very good job though as his thoughts were somewhere else, or rather someone that was in the next room making pasta. God these papers are so annoying. Italy suddenly appeared in front of him with a plate of pasta and stared at something on his head. Germany realized this and looked up at him. "What's wrong Italy? Is there something on my head?" He asked although he had some idea. Moments went past then Italy suddenly yelled, "GERMANY YOU HAVE A CURL, TOO?!" Germany had to cover his ears to avoid being deaf from someone's yelling. He nodded solemnly with a slight blush across his face and made a sign that told Italy to be quiet. "I do, but promise not to tell anyone, ok?" Germany asked Italy. Italy just smiled and nodded. "Ok!"
Germany led Italy upstairs and to his mirror and ruffled his hair a bit. There, standing straight up, shaped like a block, was his curl. He sighed. The last person on earth that he wanted to find out his secret ended up finding out. Oh how fate loved him. And of course it had to be Italy, one of the loudest countries there was. Everyone would find out before tomorrow and would start asking him about it and it would be hell. As Germany was thinking about this Italy was busy admiring his curl. Wow, it really reminds me of Germany. It's blockish and attentive just like him. I kind of want to… pull it. Tee hee~, I knew coming with Germany today paid off. Not only do I get to spend time with him, I also found out his secret. Italy had a huge urge to pull Germany's curl but thought it was a bad idea. It might just like his curl but, it just too much. He pulled Germany's curl.
Germany was thinking how to get away when suddenly he felt… odd and good. It felt like he just took a warm shower, and at the same time that he was being watched(Never a good feeling).He looked up. And he found Italy pulling on his curl. Wait. What? WHAT?! What does that fool think he's doing?! I want to yell at him to stop, but my voice won't come out! Oh what to do, this day is terrible. Ugh. Italy saw that Germany was confused and his face was red, like, tomato red. Something you don't see very often on someone like Germany. Italy realized that his curl was like his and Romano's curl and let go. Germany's face automatically cooled down but it was still a bit red from…that. He had no idea that it felt like that when your curl was pulled. He finally understood how Italy feels when his curl is pulled and felt bad for wanting to pull it. "I-I'm sorry you had to see that Italy," he said now embarrassed. Italy smiled and understood right away, "It's ok Germany. Now, LET'S EAT SOME PASTA TO FORGET OUR WORRIES!" Germany smiled and understood why he cared for Italy so much. He had a way of understanding what everyone wanted. Even though he wasn't that much of help he still wanted to help everyone. Of course he would be attracted to him with that sunny, bright personality, the complete opposite of himself. He followed Italy to eat some pasta and realized this. He smiled quietly to himself and chuckled. Maybe, just maybe he would know how Italy felt about him if he told him how he felt about Italy. It was worth a shot wasn't it?
A/N: If you actually read this to the end, I love you and think you are awesome. Something else that would make me love you more is reviews. I would love reviews to tell me how I did to you people. I might write an epilogue to this about a confession, but really it depends on what you guys want so if you could please tell me. Thank you for listening to me ramble and peace out!
*Ni-chan is Japanese for brother
