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It was a box stupid in the forest that brought them together. A mission is what brought her to meet him. Now ever since that day, she's been stuck with him.

At first, she was glad she managed to capture the great Holy Romes grandson. But she soon regretted it the moment she captured him.

He was annoying. He was always singing and laughing and asking for food, it drove her nuts. Not to mention he always flirted with her whenever she checked up on him. Not only was that annoying but it always made her blush like a little school girl!

Okay she will admit, it was kinda nice that someone flirted with her and would say sweet things to her. It made her feel like a women.

He is nice she'll give him that. And he always offered to make her pasta (even though she doesn't like pasta), and he makes her laugh even though she tries hard not to!

Okay so the guy had a few things that were berable but that still didn't mean she likes him. He was still annoying and a coward. There was no way she was going to like him. Nor be friends with him.

"Hey Germany! Germany~!" Germany sighs in annoyence. "Ja, vhat do you vant?" She asks with her arms crossed. She looks at him.

"If you let me go, I promise you make you pasta."

"I told you I don't like pasta und I'm not letting you go either so quit asking me."

"Aww but why? It's so boring here Germany!"

"Because you are my prisoner und I'm not letting you go unless I decide to now shut up or else I gas you!" She threatens him.

Italy screams in fright and starts waving a white flag. Where did he get that from? "Ahh! Please don't gas me Germany! I promise I'll be good! I'll be good!"

"Good. Now I don't vant to hear a single word out of you for the next three-no four hours you hear me?" Italy nods. "Si, si I hear you loud and clear commander."

Germany nods. "Good."

Two hours have past and Germany was glad to see that Italy had not caused such a ruckus in the past two hours. She was reading one of her novels in peace when Italy spoke.

"Do you have any friends?" She looks at him. "Vhat?" He nervously rubs the pole since Germany locked him in a prison cell. "W-Well i-its j-just t-that your a-always here e-every d-day so I was wondering what do you do in your spare time. Please don't get mad at me!"

Germany blinks a couple of times and she looks back at her book. "I-I have friends." She tells him. Italy smiles. "Oh really? What are their names?"

She blushes lightly. "Gilbert." She answers. "Who else?"

Germany licks her lips and nervously sighs. "That's it."

Italy tilts his head. "That's it?" She hesitantly nods. "But I thought you would have a lot of friends."

"Vell I have a lot on my plate I hardly have time to make any friends."

"But everyone needs a friend!"

"I-I know that it's just that I'm very busy with all of this I can't go out. Vork is important to me." She lowers her book down and sad sighs. "I don't get along vith people either." She says in a soft tone.

"Why?" Germany looks out the window. "Because...I'm to serious all the time and whenever I try to talk to people, I scare them off. I'm just to scary to be around with." A sudden flashback flash ed through her mind. It was a younger her trying to make friends with the younger kids. But whenever she tried to approach them, they would run away and scarem.

Was she really that terrifying?

"I don't think your scary." She looks at Italy. Hearing what he said, she scoffed. "Please, after I had captured you, you screamed and said I vas a scary German women who vas going to kill you or some crap like that. Don't lie to yourself or me."

"No I'm not lying. Your not scary." She gives a look. "O-okay I was. But after a while, I noticed thar your not just a scary German out to hurt me. Your really sweet and strong, I really like that about you."

Germany rose a eyebrow. "If you want, I can be your friend." Italy suggested. Germany laughs. "Hahaha! Okay, now I know for sure your messing me. You vant to be friends with me?" She continues to laugh.

Italy frowns. Why was she finding this funny? "I'm telling you the truth." He says. "I want to be friends." Germany stops laughing and looks at him. "Y-your serious?" She says. "You really vant to be friends?" She walks to the cage.

Italy smiles and nods. "Si! I want to be friends."

Germany smiles a little. "I never thought I'd see the day vhere I became friends vith a prisoner."

Italy smiles. "Vell, if your really serious about us being friends, I guess I have no choice but to go vith it. But I'm varning you Italy, I von't go easy on you. I can be tough. My anger vill most likely get out of hand. But someone has to take it."

She sticks her hand out to him. Italy takes it and they shake hands. When they let go, Germany turns from him and says, "But just because your my friend does not mean I'm letting you go."

Italy awws in disappointment.

AN: I just relised after writing this that I love writing FemGermany.

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