The story behind this fic: I was scrolling through the GerIta tag on tumblr and saw someone requesting a certain prompt. It was past midnight and I was in Mexico where a seventeen year old has the freedom to do much more than they should. So I got really excited thinking I could make that blogger happy and began to write this and halfway through I realized I had read the prompt wrong. So instead of letting this die on my phone I posted it here. I do not know what to do with it since it's your typical GerIta fic~ oh well, I hope you cuties enjoy.
Just like every other day, Italy was currently under a tree trying to avoid training. It was not until he heard nearby footsteps that he sat up from his previous laying down position. His eyes shone brightly as soon as they landed on the one person who had caused the noises.
There was the man who clouded his mind. Long muscular legs, toned abs, vanilla colored skin, tight lips, blue eyes, blue eyes that happened to be glaring at him. "Ve! Germany come over and sit with-" his happiness was cut off by the German. "Italy! Its the second time you've left training this week and it is barely Tuesday!" Italy sighed at the outburst, he did not happen to have the same results as yesterday.
"But, Germany! Yesterday you sat down with me, why not today?" the Italian had no luck since he was still being glared at. "Because I thought you had an actual reason to slack off!" Instead of feeling ashamed, Italy smiled. "But I do! I want to spend more time with the person I love without having to be running around!". Germany just rolled his eyes and gave his back to Italy.
"Don't say that nonsense! I'm just your ally". Italy looked down to his lap as the footsteps faded away. Another rejection, suddenly the once pushed away shame drowned him with a mixture of some type of pain he had not felt in many years.
The next day Italy tried to wake up earlier than Germany to make him breakfast, but he ended up falling asleep while some wurst was on the stove. He awoke to Germany screaming about him almost burning down the kitchen and how his inability to be useful kept on shocking him. Italy was told to sit at the table while Germany cleaned around. Sobbing, he tried to apologize.
"But Germany! I was just trying to make you breakfast!" Italy cried out. "Usually I make breakfast, why did you want to make it today?". Italy tried to smile before he answered. "Because I love you…." at these words, Germany put down his cleaning cloth and started walking towards the door. "I told you before, I feel nothing for you so please restrain yourself from saying such comments, ja?". Once again the Italian was left looking at his back. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he began to cry as quietly as he could.
Also, I'm in need of a Beta, please message me if you'd be interested. I'll be checking messages this whole week and I'll announce who will be the cutie next Friday when I update Win Me Back. Thanks to those who have messaged me already! I'll wait a bit to reply to make it a fair thing. Laters!