Germany.
I well known nation, commonly synonymous with the idea of excellence, strength, endurance, unparalleled beer, and stamina. He was known for coming in between conflict in the world meetings. He was known for being a fine mechanic. He was known for being good at most everything that people could think up. He had a brilliantly high tolerance for alcohol.
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"Germany! Germany! Look it! We're almost to Gilbo's and Ms. Austria's house!"
"Italy, Austria is a guy. He just dressed up like a woman because he lost a bet." Ludwig turned into the driveway and put his beloved Mercedes into park as Italy bounced in his seat.
"Oh… I can't wait to show Mr. Austria and Gilbo the ring you got me! Ve~"
Germany was excellent at many things and had a brilliant memory. His photographic memory made his work and his focus utterly magnificent.
…But how the hell did he get so drunk that he married Italy?
"VE~!" Italy leaped from his car door and took off for the front door.
"SLOW DOWN ITALY!" Germany felt his fists clench and his head throb at the thought of how careless the Italian was.
"PRUSSIA! PRUSSIA! AUSTRIA! LOOK WHAT I GOT!" Italy pounded on the door impatiently, paying no mind to the German slowing and tactically up the front steps.
"Italia," Austria slowly opened the door a sliver and looked out at the man, his face dark with outrage. "How many times do I have to ask you to not beat my door in when there is a doorbell right on next to you?"
"LOOKIE!" Italy proudly thrust his hand into the Austrian's face and Roderich paused.
"…"
"SPECS~" Gilbert's voice drifted from the house, "stop flirting around at the door and get back in bed! I need something to eat my pancakes off of!"
Roderich tensed, catching a glimpse of Ludwig and yelled back at the Prussian, "GET A PLATE!"
"BUT SPECS~" Gilbert whined, "PLATES ARE UNAWESOME!"
Roderich glared behind him and looked out the small space again. "Hold on a minute. I need to do something."
"Okay! You can go get some pants on!" Italy smiled as Roderich's eyes bugged out and the door swiftly shut.
"Feliciano, I doubt even my brother could get Roderich to answer the door without pants on." Ludwig frowned as Italy shook his head.
"I could tell. It's a talent."
"…"
"…vee~"
"…"
"…ve~"
A full minute of awkward tension passed for the German as he awaited his brothers to answer the door.
"…"
"…ve~"
"…What could be taking SO LONG!" Germany moved forward to try to open the door when it flew open, hitting the wall.
"KESESESE~!" Smirking broadly and proudly displaying an eight pack, Gilbert stood upon the doorway, "WEST! FELI!"
"GILBO!" Italy jumped into the man's arms. "Guess what?"
"What's up?"
"Germany and I got married!"
Gilbert stared at Italy in absolute joy, "Nein!"
"SI!"
"NEIN WAY!"
"SI! SI!" Feliciano held up his hand again, "SEE?"
"SI! WELCOME TO THE AWESOME FAMILY!" Prussia wrapped his arms around the Italian and spun him around in circles. "THIS IS AWESOME!"
"I KNOW!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE LITTLE WEST FINALLY GREW BALLS!"
"I KNOW!"
Germany felt his face burning as he coughed, bemused by the comment.
"Gil! Put him down and let them get in the house! You're letting bugs in the house."
"Hey, Specs?"
"Hmm?" Roderich gave him a droll stare.
"Do you know how to dissect insects?"
Roderich grimaced, "Why would I partake in such an action?"
"Because I would like you to open my fly."
Germany face palmed. Roderich groaned, turning on his heels and heading back to the sanity of the house, no doubt to get away from his husband.
Italy nuzzled Gilbert affectionately, "ve~"
"Kesesese~ He already did anyway. Come on you two! I wanna know why the hell I wasn't invited to the ceremony!"
Ludwig caught a glimpse of Prussia's face and blanched.
He was never going to hear the end of this.
~.~
A/N: Mhmm…mhmm… Giving some GerIta a shot. I'm so used to PruAus! Anyway, Figured I would drabble a little with this. See what people think. ^-^/ HI GUYS~!
I have my fingers crossed I see some familiar reviewers. I love those peeps! –hug-
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