Title: It's a Girl Thing
Pairing: (Fem)Italy/Germany
Italy makes a deal with England and has one week as a woman to win Germany's heart, but how will Germany react when Italy's week is up and he learns the truth? Can Germany learn to see past the gender of his true love?
Chapter 1 - Yin and Yang
"Germany...Germany can take a break now?"
"We're not having a break until you've finished your laps!"
"But Germany-"
"No buts! Two more laps!"
Italy groaned in despair as he dragged himself after Japan, trying to catch up with the Asian. Germany ran alongside Italy, shooting him angry looks every time he tried to slow down, the German could never understand why Italy couldn't run when he wanted him to yet somehow managed to pelt about ten times faster than himself when running away from someone. Italy carried on, limping after Japan, chest heaving up and down, sweat pouring down his face, the ache in his legs telling him that he desperately needed to stop.
Finally, after another gruelling two laps, Germany allowed Italy and Japan to take a break. Italy immediately flopped onto the ground, panting heavily, muscles throbbing as he stared up at the sky which for some reason was spinning. Japan looked at him curiously as he sat down carefully beside him, also panting yet nowhere as near as the Italian was.
Italy eventually managed to sit up, hunching over himself in exhaustion, "A-Are we done for today Germany?"
The German raised an eyebrow, "Ja we are...Italy I do hope you know why I make you do all those laps."
Italy sighed, "Because I eat so much pizza and pasta that I need to exercise it all off..."
Germany nodded, he'd taught him well, "Exactly, you two are done for the day but I may do a few more laps before sundown."
"Mr Germany, don't you think you're pushing yourself too hard? Remember what the doctor said." Japan said with concern, eyeing the German's forehead for any throbbing veins.
Germany rolled his eyes, "Ja ja, don't worry I've got a date tonight."
"...again?" Italy asked softly, half hoping the German hadn't heard him.
"Ja...one of my soldiers' sisters, apparently she's perfect for me." Germany said sarcastically, scoffing slightly, shaking his head.
Japan smiled, "I hope it goes well for you."
Italy nodded slowly, "Sì..." he sighed softly. Italy would be lying if he said he was pleased for the German. It'd be a complete lie. He hadn't told anyone, but Italy hated the fact that Germany had started dating now, he knew the German was straight but even still...it didn't do anything to change the Italian's feelings for him.
Italy was in love with Germany. He had been for some time, he wasn't sure when it happened, he just remembered one day they were attacked by the allies and for once in his life Italy didn't want to run...he wanted to fight, he wanted to prove to Germany that he wasn't as useless and pathetic at fighting that the German thought he was. In the end he did run, but so did Germany so it wasn't a total loss. However he knew in that moment that something had happened, his feelings towards his ally had changed, he wanted to be more than friends.
It didn't matter of course, the German was clearly straight. For a long time Italy could kid himself that one day Germany could end up feeling the same way...until he started dating that is. Germany had always hated dating, and all that relationship 'nonsense', but a few months back the German had started feeling dizzy during training and he got headaches all the time. He didn't think much of it until he started passing out pretty much every day, and sometimes several times a day. When Germany saw a doctor about it he told him it was being caused by stress, he told him to cut down on the amount of training he did but of course Germany refused. So the doctor suggested an all too different type of medication...dating.
Germany had thought he was joking, but he was deadly serious. He said that in order to relieve stress if he refused to cut down on his work load then he needed to do something different with his life, go out and have fun instead of constantly training. The doctor said going on a date every now and again would be the perfect break from his work filled routine; Germany scoffed and said it was pointless, but allowed his brother to set him up on a date. Even though he never saw the same girl more than three times it had worked, he hadn't passed out at all in the last month or so. Even though Italy was glad of this, he couldn't help being depressed whenever the German went out on one of his dates.
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That night was no exception. Italy lay down in the German's bed staring up at the ceiling, sighing deeply. He checked the clock, eleven PM, the German didn't usually stay out too late, and they'd only gone out for dinner, he should be back soon. Just as that thought wandered through his mind the Italian could hear soft voices approaching from outside. Italy shot up out of bed and went to the window, peering out from the gap in the curtain. Germany was stood by the front gate of his house with his date, a small, quite pretty, blonde German girl, with a serious face and rather muscular arms, the kind of girl that intimidated the Italian greatly.
Italy bit his lip, watching as they conversed together by the gate, holding his breath. To his relief Germany, like he did on every date, stuck out a gloved hand to shake hers, as opposed to any kind of kiss or even hug. The girl seemed disappointed as she shook Germany's hand before he retreated into the house. Italy always thought about telling the German it would be more gentleman-like to walk the girl home, but this meant he wouldn't be able to know what went on so refrained from doing so.
Italy hurriedly got back into Germany's bed as he heard him climb the stairs, pulling the covers up to pretend to sleep, even though he'd talk to him about the date once he got into bed as well. Germany quietly pushed open the door, rolling his eyes slightly when he saw Italy in his bed. He'd grown tired of telling him to get into his own bed; he'd just end up crawling back into his in the middle of the night anyway. The German shed himself of his clothes and pulled on his black tank top before climbing in beside Italy, sighing softly.
"So...what was wrong with her?" Italy asked softly after a few moments.
"What makes you think there was anything wrong with her?"
Italy shrugged, "Just...you don't seem like you had a good time.
It was Germany's turn to shrug, "It was...enjoyable."
"...so will you see her again?"
"Nein, I doubt it." Germany said softly, resting one arm behind the back of his head.
"Why? Was she not pretty enough?" Italy asked, rolling over to face the German.
Germany quirked an eyebrow, "Looks have nothing to do with it Italy, in fact she was a rather handsome woman she just...wasn't for me."
"What was she like?" Italy scooted slightly closer to him; just enough so he could let his head almost rest against the German's shoulder.
"She was...quite serious, seemed hard working...und she yelled at a waiter when they brought her the wrong drink."
Italy giggled slightly, "Germany...she sounds like you!"
Germany quirked an eyebrow yet couldn't help but smirk slightly, "Ja...that's the problem."
"Ve?" Italy looked up questioningly.
Germany sighed, "All these women I'm set up with...they're all too similar to myself, I don't know...I just look at them and think, that's what I'd be like if I was a woman."
"Isn't that a good thing? I mean...doesn't that mean you'll get on well?"
"Nein..." Germany closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair, "Italy...have you ever heard of yin and yang?"
"Urm...no."
"Japan was telling me about it, it's a Chinese thing...I think it applies here."
Italy cuddled up under the covers, scooting ever so slightly closer to the German, "Tell me..."
"It's essentially when two polar opposites are connected, und give each other rise in turn...und that's the problem with all these women, it's like I'm yin, and so are they. It's yin and yin, which doesn't work...I need a yang to go with mein yin."
"So...an opposite?"
"Ja...someone not like me, someone...someone..." Germany bit his lip in thought, scratching the back of his neck, "...someone playful und fun, someone kind und sweet..." he sighed, "Although no woman like that would ever think about dating me."
"Why wouldn't they? You're great Germany!" Italy sang happily, blushing slightly when Germany looked at him curiously.
"Uh thanks..." Germany yawned slightly, pulling the covers up over himself, "I don't think I'll meet mein yang any time soon Italy." he closed his eyes, yawning again, "I'm rather tired now, gute nacht Italy..."
"Buonanotte..." Italy whispered softly, staying perfectly still and silent until Germany began snoring ever so softly, telling Italy it was safe for him to cuddle up into the German's side, sighing slightly, 'It's not fair, I could be the yang to Germany's yin...if only he'd let me...'
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