Germany - Du wirst in meinem Herzen sein

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Italy - Sarete nel mio cuore

The curl on the side of his head bounced every time Italy turned his head. He would look every direction, hoping Germany would return soon. He didn't like being alone, especially in the dark like this. Who knows what could be out there? Good thing Italy always has a white flag with him at all times, ready for action.

"Germany," he whimpered to himself, pulling his legs up to his chest. "Germany, where are you?"

Off in the distance, he heard a snap of a twig. He squeaked at the sound, watching in the direction it came from. Someone was coming through the bushes, closer, closer. Italy immediately brought out his flag and waved it frantically. "Don't hit me! White flag, see? White flag! White flag!"

"Italy, calm down! It's just me!" His German friend parted the brush to reveal himself. Ludwig smiled slightly to comfort the cowardly one.

"Germany!" The shorter one leaped from the ground, dropping his flag as he hugged the blond tightly. "You were gone so long! I thought someone had caught you or you were being attacked by a bear or you were abandoning me in the woods or-"

"Beruhigen Sie sich, Italy!" The taller one was able to peel the other off him and set him back on the ground. "You have got to stop worrying so much."

The Italian stared up at him. "But-"

"But nothing." Ludwig was determined to convince the pasta-lover that nothing could go wrong out here. "First of all, there is no one here to catch us. We are in the middle of the woods! Second, there are no bears in this area. And even if there were, I could have easily lost it.

"As for abandoning you…" He sighed and sat on the ground, staring at the little campfire he made earlier.

"… Were you trying to leave me here, Germany?" Italy sat beside him, watching him curiously.

The blue-eyed male thought for a moment. He wasn't trying to leave him. Of course not. But… There was something more on his mind about this silly little being.

"Nein," he sighed again, looking slightly away from Italy. "I wouldn't leave you by yourself Italy. I'm not that cruel. And I wouldn't leave you because… Because…"

He couldn't do it. He closed his eyes, his hands began to tremble, he couldn't find his voice anymore, nor the power to say it… The strong Ludwig was breaking inside.

All of a sudden, the other rested a hand on one of those clenched fists, ceasing the shaking instantly. The blue eyes flashed open and looked to Veneziano, who was looking straight at him with open eyes. Rarely ever did the German ever see those… Lovely hazel eyes.

"Germany? Is something wrong?"

It was if, right there and then, Germany had everything he needed to say what he wanted, couldn't find the right words now. With great caution, he raised his free hand to gently take the other's chin. He gauged Italy's reaction to this. All he did, however, give a quite "Huh?" of confusion.

Taking this as an okay sign, Ludwig carefully leaned in and just barely kissed Italy. He closed his eyes again, not wanting to see the fear on the other's face. It would be too much.

But instead, the Italian leaned in more, deepening the kiss. It was as if the hazel-eyed one wanted this just as much as Germany did.

With that thought in his mind, Ludwig pulled back and smiled, taking a good, long look into those hazel orbs.

"Duwirstin meinem Herzensein, Italy."

Yeeeaaahhh... Not that great, I know. _ It's hard, working with Italy... Germany is kinda workable, but still tough for me.

Plus this is my first GermanyxItaly... I think they call it GerIta... I don't know.. I can't keep up with you young people like me XD