Childhood: Italy x Germany One Shot
Germany trudged through the halls. Today was just not going well for him. All he wanted was some peace and quiet, but every time he stopped to rest, something in the back of his mind screamed at him to keep working. World War || was at its peak now, and ten minutes spent sitting around doing nothing would result in a loss for the Axis.
"Dooooooiiiistuuuuuu!" He winced, as the all-too-familiar voice rang through his ears. Italy pounced on him from behind, wrapping his arms around the German's neck. Normally he would have been able to stand his guard, explain that he was busy, and walk away, but today was different. He couldn't even stand up strait. The extra weight made him fall to the ground, the overly-cheerful Italian laying on top of him.
"Ugh... Italy. Today is not the day that you want to mess with me..." His German accent weighed heavily on the sentence, causing him to mumble a bit more.
"Come on, Doitsu! Play with me!" Italy chided enthusiastically, tightening his grip over the blond's shoulders.
"No, there's too much to do... Now get off." Germany put together all of his strength, trying to stand up, succeeding, but barely. "Get back to work, Italy."
"Aw, but Doitsu-"
"And stop calling me that. It's annoying." The Italian, still hanging on his back, frowned and started whimpering.
"Well... I only call you that... Because I've never had the courage... To... Call you your real name." The blond sighed.
"Calling me Germany is fine."
"No, not Germany..." The Italian looked down at the ground. "You really don't remember, do you?"
"No, I don't. Now will you please get off of me." Italy did so, hopping to the ground. His face was flushed red. "What is it?"
"What if I told you..." The brunette stared at his feet. "That we knew each other... When we were kids... And we fell in love... And, and when you had to leave... We kissed..." Germany's face was now as red as Italy's.
"N-nein. That never happened." The blond seemed defiant. "A-and, besides, what does that have to do with my 'real name'?"
"You were the Holy Roman Empi-"
"Now, wait a minute, how do you know it was me, then?"
"I could just tell... Holy Rome... From the moment I saw you again, I knew that it was you... I just kept it to myself," he explained. "After you left, as I grew up, I kept thinking about you, and how someday I'd find you again. And you would love me as much as you did then. But, that won't happen, since you don't remember me..." Tears had sprung up in the corners of the Italian's eyes, and he turned away, only to be greeted by Germany's finger wiping away the drops of water streaming down his cheeks.
"Every day, I wake up, wondering what happened in my childhood. Wondering why I can't remember... And why... I feel so... Strange every time I see you..." Italy looked up hopefully. Was he saying what he had wanted to hear since the start of the war? "What I'm trying to say... Is... Ich liebe dich, Italy. I love you."
"Y-you really mean it, Doitsu?" The blond mentally cringed. "Ti amo, Holy Rome.. Ti amo..." He hugged him again, but the thing about this one was that both appreciated it. Pulling away slightly, Germany gently touched the bottom of the Italian's chin, causing him to look up. He used this as an opportunity to smash his lips against Italy's, taking him by surprise at first. The brunette's heart beat rapidly, and he let out a moan. They pulled away for air, and Italy rested his forehead against the German's shoulder.
"Holy Rooome..."
Author's Note:
I wanted to do some sort of Germita involving Chibitalia and the Holy Roman Empire, so thus, this hath been spawned. Also, even though I have so many other projects going on right now, me and my friend are going to start co-writing an Alice in Wonderland/Hetalia crossover. :)