Gerita

"Ve, Germany... I... I really-..." the smaller Italian nation suddenly cut himself off, his gaze focusing on his own combat boots, that of course Germany made him wear during training.

The Blonde nations strong brows knit together, his expression filled with confusion and slight worry. It wasn't normal for Italy to be acting this way. The Italian usually never shut up... but at this moment, it seems the man is at a loss for words... almost as if he knows what he wants to say, but he can't bring himself to say it.

"Feli..." Germany reached out a hand towards the smaller Nation, who's eyes were refusing to meet the others.

"Italy?~ Come chat with big brother France," a familiar, somewhat 'Excalibur face inducing' voice called out to the Italian.

He murmured a weak 'Ve' and stood up from his spot, ready to walk over to Francis.

Germany suddenly, in a flash, had his hand around the others wrist.

Italy tensed at the contact.
"Don't go Italia," Germany told him, not in an ordering way, but in a concerned way.

Italy bit back his tears and made sure he was looking at his shoes in a way so Germany couldn't see the tear stains that were already there.

"I'm sorry Germany. I can't stand to look at you right now,"

Germany's eyes widened, his grip loosening enough for Italy to take his wrist from Germany and leave.

'''''''''

It had been almost a month since that night, but still, Germany could hear the words emitted from Italy running over and over in his mind, seeming to play on a loop.

"Germany! Good to see you, would you like some of the pasta I'm making?" Italy asked, seeming to be his normal, energetic self.

"No Danke, I just ate," Germany sat down at the Kitchen counter, this way he could watch the other Slice, Dice, and chop things. 'He's wearing... Skinny jeans? Since when does Italy wear things of that sort...'

"G-Germany... I know you aren't hungry now, but I made some cookies that Prussia said you like. The box is over on the coffee table if you want to take them home with you," Italy's cheeks flushed slightly, right before he bit his lip and turned to the stove so he wouldn't have to face the other.

Germany felt his own face warm up a little. 'He made cookies for me? Sure, we've shared Pasta and other foods, especially up until that night. After that night he seemed to stop showing up to help with dinner or lunch... or coming over at all really... I've only been seeing him at training and world meetings, or when I would occasionally stop by to see him. Yet, something as thoughtful as homemade cookies? No one's ever went out of their way to do that for me,'

"Danke Feli, that's very thoughtful of you,"
Italy smiled genuinely, humming in response.

"Do you have a girlfriend Italy?"

The smaller nation suddenly froze, stopping mid chop.
"No, I don't," Italy resumed what he was doing, turning to add some things to his noodles before turning back to face Germany, though his eyes were fastened on what he was doing.

"Ah, I was just curious. You don't seem to come by as often as you used to, so I thought maybe you were busy with a girl. It's pretty surprising though, you seem to be a big catch with the ladies," Germany eyed the other cautiously, wondering if he had just stepped on forbidden territory since Italy seemed to be reacting to this topic rather oddly. Odd for Italy at least. He had a downcast of sadness in his eyes, his features clean as a slate.

"I already like someone else, someone I've liked for a long time now. Girls, or anyone else in general don't interest me even remotely in that way,"

Germany felt a twinge of pain in his chest at those words.
"Really? Is it someone I know? I could help you out," Germany offered, trying to ignore what he really wanted to say.

"Thank you for the offer, but I already know I don't have a chance with him. I'm not even remotely good enough to be with a person like him," the Italians expression stayed the same, his poker face never once leaving.

Germany heart seemed to drop in his chest upon hearing this.
He suddenly got up marched around the counter.

"G-Germany-" the smaller nation stuttered when Germany grabbed his wrists and held them tightly.
"Don't you ever say that! Don't ever say that you're not good enough! You don't know what you're saying! You're perfect just the way you are! If he can't see that, then to hell with him!"

Italy's eyes shut tightly.
"Please let go of me Germany," he barely managed to say, his voice was strangled as he tried to force back his own tears.

The Germans brows furrowed, his eyes softening. "Why won't you look me in the eye Feli? You avoid me... I've literally seen you dodge me in the halls when it's break time at the world meeting. You made me cookies. I don't understand, please tell me what I did," he moved his hands to Italy's shoulders, gripping them just as tightly.

Suddenly tears started to run very visibly down Feli's face. His face was flushed and his eyes read an emotion along the lines of hurt.
"You didn't do anything... It's my fault. I couldn't stop myself..." he said in a quiet tone.
"Couldn't stop yourself from what? Italy tell me, I'm grasping at straw right now, you need to tell me what's going on," Germany's serious, sincere tone caught the other off guard.

"That guy I was talking about, the one I've liked for a really long time. Well... he's the most important thing to me. I would take a bullet for that man. Yet... I have to stay away from him too. I can be his colleague, or his something-of-a-friend, I just can't get caught up in my feelings. I'm not good enough to stand by his side, I'm physically weak, I'm annoying, I'm everything he isn't. I'm incapable of being someone good enough for him. He deserves a lot more than me. I need to keep away from him, so please Germany, let me go!" Italy looked up at the man, their eyes meeting after what felt like an eternity. His wide eyes were tear filled and his expression was one of pure hurt, the kind someone would have after having their heart broken.

Germany refused to loosen his grip.
"How am I tied into that?" he asked, his eyes dead serious.

"It's you. Everything I've just said, it's all about you. You're him. Let me go now," Italy said in a suddenly calmer, quiet voice.

"..." Germany's eyebrows uncreased, his grip loosening slightly but not enough for the other to get away.
A gigantic flurry of emotions were running all throughout Germany.
Of course he was in love with Italy.
He'd known that for a long time now...
'But for him to like me in that way... for him to feel like he isn't good enough... how could he even say that? If anything, I'm the one who's undeserving... Feli is genuine, sweet, loving, loyal, and very emotionally strong... I love all of the odd things about him... all of it, all of him,"

"Feli, I've been in love with you for a long time now. For years actually,"

Feliciano's eyes seriously widened, his tears stopping as he looked at the German in pure shock.

Germany gripped the others chin lightly, wiping away his tears before leaning his head down to kiss him.

Their lips met, soft plump ones against smooth, yet rough ones.

Italy closed his eyes and stood on his tip toes to reach the other lips full on.
They both melted into the passion, Germany's arms locking around Feli's waist.
When they finally had to pull away for breath, they were both blushing and breathing a bit heavier.

Suddenly Italy heard a sizzling sound.
"Pasta!" he ran to the stove and turned off the burner.

"Really? You two are together now?" Francis looked at Feli.

"Yes, we're really together Ve~" Italy smiled his normal, peaceful smile.
Francis raised his eyebrows and smiled in thought.
"Onhonhonhon, have you two done it y-" suddenly America slung an arm around France's shoulder, saying something about coming to see how cute Canada looked in the bunny hat America got for him.

"Ooh~ Matthew as a rabbit, how nice," France ran off with America to go ogle the poor Victim Canada.

Italy blinked twice, realization setting in on what exactly France was going to say.
His cheeks reddened.
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