First fanfiction ever over here guys! Tried my best!

I love Hetalia and GerIta so yeah, GerIta fluff.

Hetalia and characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya of course, as we all know.

It was early in the morning. Germany slowly came back to the real world, while the movements of a dream quickly faded away in his mind. It had been about a boy... Or no, a girl... Or both... He didn't recall. But it didn't matter. Or did it?

He'd had dreams like those a lot over the past few weeks, and it seemed it was the same one every time, although he never managed to remember more than a couple of colours, and the shady profiles of two people looking at each other.

With a sigh, he opened his eyes and wanted to get up, when a certain noise caught his attention, and just when he heard it, he felt a soft pressure on his chest and a bit surprised he looked down.

Italy's head was resting on his chest, while making the puffing noise he always made when he was sleeping.

The time when Germany was shocked if he found out the happy nation had been sleeping in his bed once again was long gone already. It seemed to him that Italy hadn't even touched his own bed over the last three months. He just came to Germany's room and lay down next to him, falling asleep almost immediately.
Over the night, however, Italy apparently moved a lot, because often Germany woke up with the guy quite close to him, sometimes even in some sort of hug, as on purpose. This was the first time he found the Italian this close to him though, using him as a pillow. He wasn't quite sure how to react, but his expression softened and he lifted an arm to place his hand gently on Italy's head, when suddenly, his body froze entirely.

What was he doing?

Moreover, why was he doing whatever he was doing? Why hadn't he woken up Italy immediately and gone out training, but instead watched the nation while he slept? Why did he want to stroke his hair? Want to... Touch him?

Angrily and confused, Germany poked Italy and said with a demanding tone: 'Italy, get up already!' The smaller male sleepily mumbled and opened his eyes a bit.

'Come on, get off of me!' Germany commanded while pushing the Italian so he would move. Instead, the nation just nuzzled a bit into Germany's chest and after a 'Buongiorno Ludwig' he seemed to fall asleep again.

Germany just stared at him. Italy next to never used his human name. Actually, Germany couldn't even remember the last time he had heard the word 'Ludwig' coming out of Italy's mouth, if he had ever even said it.

It took him a while to fully get that. Then, he looked out of the window and saw that they were falling behind on schedule. The sun had almost fully risen, and they really had to start soon or the day would be waisted.

Germany shook his head, forgetting about all the thoughts that were racing through his mind and pushed Italy off his chest. Immediately the guy woke up.
'Veeee!' he said startled, and then, after noticing the tall blond man beside him, 'Good morning Germany!' with his biggest smile.
Germany got up quickly and started dressing.

'Gutenmorgen Italy,' he said with a moody tone - even though he did not at all feel like that. But ever since Italy had slept aside of him, he acted as he had done that first morning - moody and annoyed. Even though he didn't even mean it anymore.

'Have you slept well?' Italy said while he slowly got up as well and started to dress.
'Some sort of.' Germany was completely dressed already and slicked his blond hair backwards. He quickly made up the bed, being the neat man he was, and opened the curtains a bit more. When he had finished his tasks and turned around, he saw that Italy was having trouble with the buttons of his blue uniform.
'Let me help you with zhat,' Germany sighed, as he walked towards the other nation.

While he was doing up the buttons, he heard Italy talking happily: 'I slept great. I had a beautiful dream and...' Germany did not listen to what came next. Italy didn't seem to remember where exactly he had woken up, and what he had done. Germany could actually still feel some of the remaining warmth on his chest. He was relieved that Italy didn't remember, but a small part of him, hidden deep inside, was disappointed.

Germany widened his eyes, shocked when the thoughts crossed his mind, and shook his head again to get rid of them. He didn't understand anything of himself at the moment, and it annoyed him to no end.

'Eh, Germany?...' Italy said suddenly. Germany realised it had been quiet for some time already, and although had finished doing up Italy's buttons, he still stood very close to him while thoughts lingered through his head. The small Italian looked up at him with big eyes. 'Vee! Are you okay?'
Germany abruptly turned around and walked out of his bedroom. 'I'm fine,' he grumbled.

'Vee, no you're not, Germany,' Italy came close behind him. 'Did you have a bad dream?'
'No.'

'Are you sick?'

'No, of course not.'

They were now heading downstairs and Italy quickly passed Germany and halted a couple of stairs beneath the taller nation, blocking the way.

'Well maybe you really should-'

The sudden, impending look the German gave him frightened Italy so much that he almost burst out into tears.

'Be silent!' ordered Germany with his deep voice. That was too much for the Italian, and out of fear he wanted to walk backwards. He had forgotten their current position though, and when his foot hit nothing but air he stumbled backwards and fell down the stairs. He smashed against the floor with the back of his head and yelped. Then he went silent and didn't move anymore.

'Italy!' Germany screamed shocked. He ran down the stairs and inspected Italy's head. There was nothing on the outside, but the Italian was clearly unconscious. Then he quickly looked if there were any broken bones or other wounds, but found nothing.

'You are lucky,' he mumbled when he took the Italian in his arms and carried him back upstairs. 'That could have been a lot worse.' He looked down at Italy's face, and felt a gulf of regret and pain flowing through his body. This was his fault. He had gotten mad at the bubbly Italian, and scared him so much he had hurt himself. And why? Because he was mad at himself, for not understanding his own feelings and thoughts.

So... I hoped you guys enjoyed it, more chapters coming up soon if everything goes right and life doesn't keep getting in the way.

Reviews are always appreciated!