Short little thing I came up with out of nowhere. I'll get back to my Hearts series soon, I promise! ^^ Please enjoy! R&R!
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Germany stepped into his home after a long day of paperwork, files, documents and more paperwork to find a house that smelled like heaven. "I'm home!" He called as he gently pushed his dogs, who had come charging to greet him, away with his legs.
"I'm in here~!" A gentle voice cooed softly.
The blonde entered the kitchen from whence the voice drifted, to find a sweet little blonde milkmaid waiting for him at the stove. "Welcome home dear~" She said, her voice like silk.
Germany smiled and kissed wife on the cheek "Ja. It's good to be home. What are you making?" He peered over her shoulder at the stove.
"Wurst and potatoes today dear." She chirped. "And I got you that beer you like so much!"
"Danke." Germany smiled at her, kissing her lips tenderly.
He was so lucky to have her as a wife~
Germany woke up to the beeping of his alarm. He sighed and placed his arm over his eyes, allowing himself a moment to wake up. He smiled a bit to himself. A little wife to come home to and cook for him and even kiss… yes… that sounded nice. What a pleasant dream that had been!
A small yawn from beside him broke his train of thought and he groaned. "Italy, how many times have I told you not to sneak into my bed?"
Said Italian cooed softly, snuggling closer to Germany "Ve… But Germany is warm and it's getting cooler and he's tough and brave and keeps the nightmares away!"
The blonde man sighed and sat up. "As honored as I am to have that privilege, I need to get to work. We have a large shipment of steel coming in and I need to make sure we got the correct amount." Why he had bothered to share this, he didn't know.
"Ve! Okay, I'll make Germany breakfast than!" Italy offered, happily hopping out of bed and throwing on a single article of clothing, a shirt, one of Germany's shirts, nonetheless.
The larger man sighed and stood, going about his routine of getting showered and dressed, his mind on the shipment. So distracted was he, that he didn't even notice the nice breakfast of sausage and eggs that Italy had made, or the kiss on the cheek the Italian bestowed. He simply tossed a "Goodbye Italy." over his shoulder on the way out the door.
Germany stepped into his home after a long day of paperwork, files, documents and more paperwork to find a house that smelled like heaven. "I'm home!" He called as he gently pushed his dogs, who had come charging to greet him, away with his legs.
"Ve! Germany! Welcome home!" Germany had to brace himself for the impact of the Italian charging at him for a hug. "I made you dinner! I know you must have had a rough day and you probably worked really hard because that's what Germany always does~" He chirped happily, dragging him to the kitchen.
The German was greeted by the sight of a table full of food, some Italian, some German, all delicious-looking. "Y-you made all this for me?" He asked, stunned.
"Of course!" Italy beamed. "Eat up! You work so hard, I thought you'd like it!"
Germany smiled "Danke, Italy…"
Perhaps Italy wasn't his little milkmaid wife, but he had to admit, maybe he was even better.
A few weeks later:
Germany stepped into his home after a long day of paperwork, files, documents and more paperwork to find a house that smelled like heaven. "I'm home!" He called as he gently pushed his dogs, who had come charging to greet him, away with his legs.
Italy came running up to him and hugged him tight, a wide smile on his face. "Welcome home Dear!" He cheered, kissing him on the lips, tender, sweet and loving.
Germany kissed back and smiled. "Ja… it's great to be home…~"
Germany woke up slowly, still soaking in his dream. He turned over to see Italy still sound asleep beside him. He smiled. Right… it wasn't a dream anymore.