He was running happily. The string of the kite supported by both hands, his brown hair swaying as the wind blew, flying in all sorts of directions. Jogging silently behind him was a taller male, his blonde hair neatly slicked back. The shorter male laughed in content as the kite he held onto took flight through the air."Germany! Look, its flying~!" He exclaimed. "That's very nice Italy" The blonde replied in a monotone voice, his German accent clearly visible. Italy continued running and laughing. His laughter came to an abrupt halt when he lost his footing and skid across the cemented walkway. His left kneecap was bleeding and he has skinned his right ankle. Almost immediately Italy started crying.
"Waaaaah! Germany! My knee is bleeding and my ankle really really hurts and I'm bleeding!" He cried. Germany jogged over and gave Italy a light smack across the back of his head, but put enough force in it to still hurt." You dumkopf, it is your own damn fault for that." The German scolded. Italy looked up at him with puffy red eyes filled with tears. He sniffled." I'm s-sorry Ge-Germany." His voice was shaky. Germany felt bad, looking at Italy hurt and crying like that was like a spear to the heart. Germany sighed."It's fine...I, apologize for hitting you when you were in pain." Italy gave a small smile and sniffled.
"It's okay." Germany held out his hand for Italy to take it. As soon as Italy took his hand he pulled the Italian to his feet."Let's head back to treat these." Germany gestured to Italy's bleeding knee and ankle. Silently, Italy nodded. The two of them walked home, not a word was uttered.
*They arrive at Germany's home*
As soon as they arrived, Germany went in the cabinets and grabbed what he was looking for. He snagged the rubbing alcohol; he also grabbed the band-aids and cotton balls. When he got what he was searching for, he went back to Italy's side and began to treat his injuries. Italy winced as the rubbing alcohol was used to clean the cuts. It burned a bit. He sucked it up, because it was better than the liquid band-aid, it made him shudder at the thought of using it ever again.
(Trust me on this, that shit FUCKING HURTS, it burns, especially when the cut is big)
When Germany was done, Italy thanked him."Thank you Germany!" Germany sighed."You're welcome, just don't do anything stupid, understand?" Italy nodded yes. It went silent again. Italy finally spoke."Germany?" Germany looked in Italy's direction."Hmm?" he replied. "It still hurts a bit, can you...kiss it?" Germany stared at Italy like he had gone insane. The look on Italy's face showed he was serious.
Germany gave in."Fine…" Germany gave both the cuts covered with band-aids, a kiss. Italy smiled and blushed a bit."Thank you…" Germany looked away and blushed too."You're welcome." Italy went into the kitchen to prepare pasta for himself and Germany.
That night, the both of them dreamed of each other.
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