This was requested to me by an anonymous user over Tumblr. The prompt was: Germany saying something that makes Italy believe that he would like him better if he were a girl, and Germany having a hard time accepting the fact that he is gay.


No Matter What

Germany and Italy have only been an actual couple for a few weeks. It was definitely something that Germany has to get used to. Italy was around even more than usual, and just as bouncy, bubbly, and happy as he was before they became an official couple.

The whole first relationship thing was a very big step for Germany, considering he has never been in a relationship before. He was almost certain that Italy was never in one before either. Germany read countless numbers of dating manuals before he told Italy his feelings, wanting to be a little ahead once they started to date.

Though as soon as they started their relationship together, Germany started to have doubts about being gay. Is Italy who I really want? He had thought to himself many times throughout the few weeks they have been together. The things he does drives me nuts and he is so happy and cheerful and whiny. Mein Gott, he makes my heart flutter though, almost as if he was a pretty girl.

"Ve~ Germany, the pasta is done!" Italy exclaims and starts to dish it out onto the plates for the two of them. He then brings the plates to the table and gives one to Germany and the other for himself. He leans over and pecks Germany's lips, causing him to blush.

Germany clears his throat. "D-Danke, Italien."

"Why is your face red? You should be used to my kisses now," Italy says cheerfully.

"I-I'm not used to it."

Italy tilts his head to the side. "Why is that?"

"I guess I am just unsure about this whole relationship thing," Germany says quietly.

"Wh-What do you mean? Do you not love me?" Italy asks, filling with worry.

"Of course I love you," Germany says rather quickly and blushes again. "It's...it's just that I've been really doubting if I am homosexual or not."

"Why?" Italy asks quietly and grabs one of Germany's big hands and squeezes it gently.

"Because you kind of remind me of a girl sometimes and-" Germany trails off and puts his head in his hand. "Gott, I'm so stupid."

"So if I was a girl, you'd love me more?" Italy asks quietly.

"Nein, Italy-"

Italy cuts him off, "I could go to England and he could change me so you're happy!"

"Nein," Germany whispers and moves his hand away from his head. "You don't have to do that. This relationship is a great change for me and I have to get used to it. I don't want you to change who you are just to make me happy."

"But I want you to be happy," Italy says quietly and sniffles.

"Italy, I am happy. You make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I...I just need help with this doubt."

"I will try my best to help you, Doitsu," Italy says and lets go of his hand to wrap his arms around his neck. "It's okay to doubt stuff sometimes. Just don't let it stress you out or upset you. Take time to accept who you are!"

"I'm sorry for making you want to change yourself. I shouldn't have thought that you remind me of a girl. I'm sorry," Germany says again, sighing.

Italy kisses his cheek. "I forgive you, Germany. I do act a little girlish sometimes if I do say so myself."

"I love you," Germany whispers and shuts his eyes for a moment.

"I love you too, no matter what!" Italy says back with a small smile and kisses his lips. "Now let's eat!"


Well, anon, I hope you like this. I'm sorry it isn't exactly what you wanted. This one was pretty difficult to write for some reason. :S