Hello My fellow fans! Recently I have gotten into an anime called hetalia. I fell in love at first watch. So I decided to start a gerita fanfic. It may or may not have other pairings. I think this will be one of my best fanfics because I am improving as an author, but please review and tell me what you think? And how I can be an even better author? Thank you and please enjoy!
Germany stared longingly at Italy from across the meeting room. Normally he would not space off, but it was a presentation, so he could stare at the pasta loving nation all he wanted. Gott. That Italy did things to him. He wanted him so badly. Not only in bed, but also to love. And Italy always showering him with affection did not help either. Some would say that it meant the Italian felt the same way, but Germany knew better. It was just how the Italian was. He sighed As he heard the other nations clapping signaling the end of the presentation France was giving. Soon, it was time for their lunch break.
"Ve ve~! Does Germany want to eat lunch with Japan and Me?" Italy bounded up to the Germanic nation, grabbing his arm as he did so.
"Ja. I would like that very much Italia." Ludwig responded, blushing at the contact with italy.
"I packed lots and lots of extra pasta so I can share with all my friends! Does Germany want some also?"
"No thank you. I am good with just my vurst." Germany grew uncomfortable at the sight of pasta.
"D-does Germany not like my cooking?" The Italian started to tear up.
Suddenly Romano ran up, having heard his brother cry. "YO POTATO BASTARD WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?"
"I just-"
"NO TIME FOR EXCUSES I KNEW YOU COULDNT BE TRUSTED YOU FUCKER!" Romano raised his fist, about to beat Germany up, but then Spain came just in time to give the German a look saying "sorry about him" and drag Romano away. "FUCK YOU YOU STUPID POTATO" could be heard before Romano was out of earshot.
Germany blinked and shifted his focus to the crying Italian, who was now being comforted by Japan. Who was also sporting a very cold glare toward Germany. "Seriously Germany-San. I cannot berieve that you wourd do this to poor Itary-san." Germany just sighed. Why was he being attacked? All he did was reject pasta? To day was sure weird. He turned around and left, thinking about how good a beer sounded right now. He then left the Japanese and crying Italian nations, searching for his brother/drinking buddy, Prussia.