Title: Germany's Einsamkeit.
Rating: T
Genre: Romance /Hurt and Comfort
Characters: Germany and North Italy
Summary: When you think Germany is always tough, inside he isn't.
Warning: I don't own Hetalia in any way, shape, or form
Walking down the streets of Berlin only brings pain. The citizens might not remember the past like I do. World War II, where the world's mayhem began. The previous war brought nothing but destruction. I didn't know how much of the world would be destroyed. On one side, the Allied Forces plotted against my team. They said my team only brought evil. Now, I know what they mean.
The only that can sober the pain is beer. It seems like it's the only thing that can make things better. Then there's Italy. His bright smile, eyes full of sunshine, a curl that defies gravity and his love of pasta is the few things that make me happy. I take another sip of my beer.
"Germany Germany, can I make some pasta in…." North Italy slams the door open but stops. "Hey Germany, what's wrong?'', "It nothing." Italy gives Germany a hug. Ludwig starts to blush. If Spain was here, he would say something under the lines of "Aww, Germany's cheeks look like tomatoes!"
"Italia, do you like me?" Ludwig asks nervously. "Of course I do Germany, why wouldn't I?" Italy breaks away from the hug. "Kiss" he says. And that is what he did. But instead of his usual kiss on the cheek, he kisses him of the lips. He treated Italy like a glass doll, soft and sweet.
" Hey West, do we have any leftover beer?" The awesome Prussia comes up from his basement room in shock. "Kesesesesese, I didn't know that you wanted to get in Italy pants" "Shut the front door, bruder!"
The End