The self proclaimed author's notes: Okay here's my first legitimate fic. This will be a series of drabbles all of them about storms; not necessarily literally (I plan to make one about storming of the Bastille (cookies for anyone who gets that reference)). There will be various parings, time periods, locations, actives & such. Requests and ideas are more than welcome because only have a few decent ideas TT^TT (that AND I need motivation… **headdesk**). Any other questions can be asked by means of a review or a PM if you have an account.

The idea to make a fic like this was by the way was inspired by a massive thunder storm that hit northern New Jersey back in…March? Well I lost power for a few days, huge trees fell and my car's wheel got itself tangled with a fallen cable forcing us to run home from the mall in freezing, pouring rain. Well it wasn't that bad considering that we were only about 100 feet from home.

Paring: minor GerIta

Contains: sad attempts at fluff, and Prussia being well, Prussia

Rating: I think it's safe to say K even though I set this as T for… I 'on know… **headdesk**

OKAY I'LL SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW!

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Lighting flashed as bright as day and not even seconds later was it followed by a cacophony of crackles, and crashes. Feliciano let out an ear splitting sheik as he tightened his grip even more on Ludwig. This was what caused the German nation to wince and think that with this strength maybe the seemingly weak Italian really was the descendant the once strong and powerful Roman Empire.

"AH! G-G-Germany~" Italy choked on little sobs and all he wanted to do was hold on for dear life as a new clash of thunder came as soon as it went.

"I-Italy it's just a storm" Regardless of what is was Italy was all ways startled by harsh sudden noises even if fears were often faced on the battle fields old customs never die.

"B-But is brings back so many bad memories! F-fighting a-and when mount Vesuvius erupted. S-s-so m-m-many died and even more were badly h-hurt. I never want to think about them, but, every storm they j-just keep coming b-back" Italy responded, tears falling onto Germany's uniform almost as hard as the rain outside.

"That's all in the pa-"

Suddenly without warning, the lights flickered and then went out completely.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" scared out of his mind Italy dug his nails even deeper into the German's arms causing him to grimace. Of course he wasn't surprised at all that the light s went out, in fact he was prepared and handed Italy a flashlight.

"Here, let's go to the basement, I'll to put the lights back on and you won't be able to hear the thunder as much" Germany said, it was his way of trying to comfort said Italian.

"Ve~ thank you Germany" Italy hugged him making it a bit difficult for Germany to stand up and make their way to the basement.

When the two arrived (as it only took a few seconds) Germany went on to attempt to fix the electrical problem.

Italy swore that he heard something moving, but he assumed it was just his imagination. After all he was with Germany so that meant he had nothing to worry about.

Or so he thought.

That something was breathing at Italy's neck and said,

"Kesesesesese~"

A scream, a flash of lighting, and a punch to the former nations face followed suit.

"PRUSSIA WHAT TAHE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" the blue eyed German yelled at the albino as the thunder crashed once more.

Between Prussia's laughs and groans of evident pain, as well as Italy somewhat relieved that it was just Prussia, who responded with, "OW! West that was so not awesome…"

"You couldn't possibly think I was just going to let that slide" Germany replied almost nonchalant. "Oh, and Italy, it seems that the power won't come back until later, maybe not even until morning"

"Ve~ that's okay. I have a flashlight now and I feel like everything will be okay if I'm with Germany" Italy said calmly for the first time since the storm broke out, and soon began to snuggle up to Germany.

"HEY, I'm here too you know!" Prussia pointed out.

"Ve~ but you scared me!" Italy yelled back wiping off almost dried tears.

"That is true Prussia. And you never did answer my question, what was scaring Italy for?"

"Well first of all I was-"

"Shh"

The Prussian would simply not stand for this, his brother who was nowhere near as awesome as he was dared to cut him off? No. Fucking. Way.

"DID YOU JUST TELL THE AWESOME ME TO SHH!"

"Yes, you'll wake Italy," There he was, peacefully asleep on the blonde's lap letting out a "ve" every now and then; dreaming of himself and Germany together making pasta and exchanging kisses.

"Oh" a creepy smile formed on Prussia's face, "hey, West,"

Germany sighed, "what is it now?"

"kesesese~ let's strip him" Prussia ended his sentence with the licking of his lips and was about to reach for the unsuspecting Italian's pants if it weren't for Germany harshly shoving Prussia away.

"Geez West, who knew you were so possessive"

And so the storm eventually passed but no one even noticed, for everyone was fast asleep.

-Fin

I'm sorry for how much this may sucked and you probably noticed my bad habit of rambling on endlessly about shit...unless of course you just skipped ahead… Review please? Please? I even went through the trouble of enabling anonymous reviews and I'll review for your story if you review for mine~. Yes I'm that desperate…