Head canon time, oh yes~
~Fem! Italy is clumsy as hell. However, she's brave, but still weak, unless if she's pissed off.
~Fem! Germany still has to protect Italy.
"Germany, Germany!" Feliciana yelled, running towards the blond. Louise turned, slightly irritated at being interrupted while training. The Axis Powers had already done their required exercise, but Germany wanted to get in a bit more. Italy had run off, and now she was back.
"Ja, what is it?" Italy grinned. She looked tired; it was a long way from Germany's house to where they trained.
"I made pasta! Come on, let's go and eat while it's hot!" Louise spotted a rock on the ground and stiffened. If there was anything remotely uneven in Italy's path, she would trip over it.
"Italy, stop! You're going to—"
"OW!" Too late. Feliciana was already picking herself up, only to fall back to the ground. Germany went over, her face in its usual exasperated expression. One of the Italian's ankles was turning a purple- red shade, and she had scraped both her knees. Again.
"Only you would twist an ankle over a pebble," Louise muttered.
"Wait! No, I'm fine! I—Aah!" She hit the dirt once more. Passing a hand over her face, the blond pulled out two Band-Aids (for she was prepared for this sort of thing, it happened quite often), carefully wiped the dirt away, and placed the bandages over the scrapes. Germany picked up the Italian girl and deposited her on her back. "Yaaay," She cheered. "I didn't really feel like walking back, anyway."
Italy buried her face in Germany's short hair, making the latter's face burn. "You smell nice," She murmured.
"D-Danke…" Feliciana breathed in Louise's scent for a while, and rested her chin on the blond girl's shoulder.
Louise turned her head slightly and peered down at the girl she was carrying. Feliciana Vargas…she found her hard to understand. She was brave and always ready to fight, yet constantly tripping or falling or breaking something. And she was so…happy. That was the only word Germany could find. Italy was constantly smiling and laughing, unlike the often serious blond.
Feliciana's breathing began to even and lengthen, and Germany let her strides synch with it.
Inhale; step, step.
Exhale; step, step.
Despite now exhausting Italy could be, what with her always sneaking into Louise's bed and her clumsiness, she really was sweet. She cooked quite often, and took care to keep the kitchen spotless. If Germany was feeling particularly stressed, she offered to help, even if the Italian had no idea how. Whenever Italy was away, Germany couldn't help but feel a bit…lonely.
"Hmm…" Italy mumbled. Germany smiled slightly at the fact that she was talking in her sleep. Feliciana nuzzled Louise's neck, making her jump. "Germany…ti amo." She whispered.
The blond froze.
After an eternity, she stepped forward.
Inhale; step, step.
Exhale; step, step.
"…Ich liebe dich."
Italy smiled.
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Meanwhile, Prussia was on her fourth serving of pasta, slurping it up like a boss. Damn, Ita-chan made good pasta! It was when she had finished the last noodle when she realized the ends of her hair were red from leaning over the bowl and dipping into the sauce.
"-"
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Author's Note:
OH YES.
STRAIGHT YURI FANGIRLS.
WE EXIST.
Anyway, I have no idea where that ending with Prussia came from. I was just wondering about the pasta Italy made, and how pissed I get when I get pasta sauce in my hair, and then this popped up. The Prussia "like a boss" thing is from a PruHun fanfic of mine.
DAMN IT, BRAIN, Y U NO COME UP WITH IDEAS THAT ARE MORE THAN 800 WORDS? All my fanfics are drabbles…;_;
And yes, I think Italy was really awake and trying to get Germany to confess.
I love GerIta, I just wanted to try it with Nyotalia. Hope you enjoyed it! Hasta la Pasta~!