Wow! My first fanfic! Reviews are awesome and welcome! Sorry in advance if I mess up on the languages. I'm using a translator, so corrections are welcome as well! Anyways. I'm adding the finishing touches on the next chapter, which will be up in the next day or two.
Please enjoy~!
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim rights to Hetalia or any of its characters!
The country of Italy was a truly impressive and beautiful place. It was full of excitement, music, and wondrous architecture, but Germany was not here for the sites. He was on a very important task. Perhaps the most important task of his life!
He was in Italy to amend the growing rift between Italia and himself. Though the two had deep feelings for each other (of course Germany realized this), Germany recently had been having difficulty with dealing with Italy. While normally he could just over look the Italian's over eccentric ways, Germany finally hit his breaking point and in the end he had truly hurt his Italian friend. And when Germany realized this he was devastated to find that Italy would not respond to his calls or letters. Even worse Romano has stepped in and was acting as a barrier between him and Italy.
Now, feeling that it was of utmost importance to set things right, Germany had flown all the way to Italy to apologize.
Germany walked the streets of Italy as he tried to collect himself. He had read every book he could get his hands on, on how to properly apologize and make amends. He was wearing nice clothes and had a bouquet of purple hyacinths, which in flower language meant 'Please forgive me.' Italy loved flowers after all and Germany hoped he would accept them along with his apology. But he could not help but feel nervous about what would happen. He didn't know what he would do if Italy refused to see him or rejected him.
Mein Gott! He feared rejection the most!
Germany looked at his watch and sighed. He had a few minutes before Romano would be gone. Germany had to go to extra lengths to ensure that he and Italy were alone. Romano had denied Germany all access to Italy, mostly to protect his brother and partly because he enjoyed the idea of never seeing the potato-bastards ever again. So Germany was forced to call Spain for help, which was rare moment for him, and Spain who had heard about what had happened through Romano, agreed in helping Germany.
Spain had been more than understanding and though he was a little upset that Germany had hurt Italy in the first place, he wanted nothing more than for the two to make up and go on with being happy. Spain would distract Romano and get him out of the house long enough for Germany to go to Italy's house and properly apologize.
Germany stopped at a water large fountain and sat at the fountains edge placing the bouquet next to his, going over everything he knew he had to do. Around him were groups of people, staring at the water that danced out from the fountain glittering in the sunlight. Some took pictures and others tossed coins into the fountain with there eyes closed like they were concentrating on something. Germany recognized this gesture. They were making wishes; at least that was what Italy had told him when they passed by the fountain before.
Germany watched as a happy couple came laughing up to the fountain, hand in hand. The girl clutched her companion's arm giggling as the man used his free hand to pull a coin from his pocket, he kissed the coin, and held it out to the girl who whispered something in Italian, picked up the coin, kissed it, and tossed it into the fountain. Germany watched the two as they walked away holding hands. Was this what Italy imagined when he tried to hold his hand?
Germany looked at his hands. How many times had he pushed Italy away because he was embarrassed? The German ran his hands over his face as he groaned. How he wished he had not gotten angry! How he wished that he had never hurt his Italian friend! How he wished they could make up quickly and be happy again!
Germany's thoughts were broken up the sound of his phone ringing. He sat up, pulling his cellphone from his pocket and flipping it open.
Lovi and I are out of the house. Italy is cooking lunch so now is a good chance, si? Buena suerte! (Good Luck)
Spain's text gave Germany a little jolt when he realized it was the signal for him to go to Italy's. He shoved his cell back into his pocket, grabbed the bouquet, and stood up. His eyes sent a parting glance to the fountain and he frowned a little. He thought of all the people who were tossing coins into the fountains in a hope that their wishes would be granted.
Germany glanced around before his hand darted into his pocket and he pulled out a coin from his wallet. He stared at the coin for a long time, the image of happy couple that had made a wish painted in his mind. He kissed the coin and tossed it into the fountain, closing his eyes as he concentrated on his wish.
He wished that he and Italy could be like the couple he had just seen, Together and forever happy.
As he walked away, Germany smiled a bit as he thought of him and Italy being happy, holding hand...kissing. He blushed at the last thought. But he had to apologize and be forgiven first.
As the German disappeared into the crowd, a hand reached into the fountain and touched the coin that Germany had tossed into the fountain. A female voice filled the air with giggles and the coin glittered and vanished.