/Hey this is my new story and I'm going to finish it ;-)! Ha-ha Alright, first things first, I'm pretty sure that this story will have swearing, and angst for sure. There is yaoi…A lot of yaoi. There will be rape scenes…Lemon. If I have grammatical errors PLEASE tell me(but France's accent isn't misspellings) (this story is a late Valentine's day present for my friend Kristina) I hope you go all, 'ME GUSTA', reading this.\\ (human names used)
Here are the parings: GerIta, Germancest, GermanyXAmerica, RussiaXItaly, RussiaXGermany, RussiaXPrussia USUK (see where I'm going with it :3?) there are hints of other parings too
The time is just prior to the Berlin Wall, /HINT, FUCKING HINT!\\ :D
DISORDER
"Hey, Germany!" The Italian sang when he saw a tall, blonde-haired, solider that was barking orders to a few stray soldiers. Italy couldn't help but feel a wave of ecstasy rush threw him when thought he saw his friend. It had been a few months sense they had seen each other last, and Italy couldn't help but tell something was off by just looking at his lover's back. For one thing, his shoulders weren't as broad as they were months prior. He also seemed a little thinner.
Ludwig turned around to see the joyful Italian; that he had begun to grow feelings for.
"I-Italy!" Germany stammered. He strolled over to the ebullient Italian as he re-adjusted his hat.
"Germany! I haven't seen you in ages!" Feliciano put his face in Ludwig's, somewhat boney, chest. Italy's arms then coiled around Germany in a tight hug. But Italy realized something, there was less of him to hug. Italy frowned.
"Vee~! Germany! Did you lose weight?" Italy looked up to get a better look at his lover. His cheek bones seemed to protrude a little more than they did. He had dark circles under his eyes, and looked exhausted. His face even seemed smaller in general.
"Ah! You noticed? I'm somewhat relive, I thought that all my hard work wouldn't pay off." Ludwig replied in an upbeat tone.
"Aw, Germany why? You were fine the way you were!" Italy wined.
"Well Italy, I got on a scale after you left, and I weighed a lot." Germany ruffled Italy's hair.
"But you're so big and strong! It's alright to weigh a lot! Well at least you're not going to get any thinner, right?" Italy sounded optimistic, and he was shocked to see Germany look at him coldly(much like the way when they first meet.) and mutter a small,
"I'm not there yet."
And with that, Ludwig squirmed out of Feliciano's embrace, and slowly trotted away.
Italy felt his face scrunch up when his eyes began to burn. 'No tears! Be strong!' He tried to muster up the ability to keep himself from crying, but he realized all efforts were useless when he felt himself begin to tremble.
"Hey Italy."
Italy looked up to see a blurred version of Germany.
"After work…I'm not really doing anything, and…My house is always open to you."
And he made his way back to the soldiers he was commanding before, and gave them further instruction.
'Vee~! Germany really is kind in his own way." Italy thought as he whipped his eyes.
