Third chapter for this drabble collection. Thanks for the reviews you guys! This one will be for Otaku-Jewel, thanks for that request and review!
Pairing: GerIta
Rating: K+ A Sugary one, as requested.
AN: I never mentioned this, but this is my first Hetalia Fanfiction story. Well, this one will be another fluffy!
*= Doitsu is Japanese for Germany.
Germany stared at the figure in his bed, his arms crossed as he tapped his well polished military boot on the wooden floor. "Italy, wake up." The Italian snored on, his face blissful as he dreamed of... something, probably having to do with either woman or pasta. Germany sighed as he slicked back his hair again, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he thought of someway to wake this nation up. He thought for a while before coming up with a plan. He leaned closer to the sleeping Italian, whispering "Hey Italy, should I show you the new rifle I received from Switzerland a while ago? Its a great shooter too." Italy jumped up, his hair flying as he pounced out of bed, whole body stiff. "Out of bed sir! Please don't kill me sir!" Germany gaped at the shorter amount of time it took for that threat to take on the nation. "Oh, Italy, you're awake. We need to begin training right away." Italy pouted, his tongue sticking out as he whined. "Why do we need to train on a weekend Doitsu?* We should go and take a break~! Veee, in Italy, we take breaks every weekend!"
Germany groaned. He knew he would have gotten this type of back talk from Italy. Japan was already up and ready out in the field. Why couldn't Italy be the same way? "Italy, we cannot afford a break in the middle of a war. Besides, don't you want to say hello to Japan?" he answered back in a gruff voice, his face emotionless as he stared down at the smaller nation. Italy was rubbing sleep out of his eyes, the initial shock wearing out of his system. "But Doitsu, I stayed up late last night to make you something! Don't you feel bad for me? I really wanted to show you!" Italy griped like this at a fast pace, his hands waving to emphasize his point. Germany gritted his teeth before finally snapping after about five minutes of this. "ITALY WOULD YOU SHUT UP?! I HATE YOU AND YOUR WHINY WAYS! CAN'T YOU LISTEN FOR ONCE!?"
Italy stopped, his eyes widening in surprise. Italy whimpered. "Germany?" Tears were gathering in his eyes as he backed away through the door. "I'm sorry Germany, I knew you hate me. I'M SORRY!" Italy wailed as he ran down the hallway, his fists rubbing at his tears. Germany stood there as he realized what he had just done. "Oh god, what did I just do?" he muttered to himself as he ran down after Italy, his boots clomping on the floor as he looked for the nation. "Italy! I didn't mean it! Where are you?" He ran, slamming open doors to look for the hurt country. "Where are you Italy? You don't need to do training today! I'm sorry!"
Italy was in the office, the small package in his hands as tears ran down his face. I just wanted him to see it, that's all... Italy thought to himself as tear drops stained the paper wrapping the small rectangular package. "Italy! I didn't mean it!" Italy's head popped up as he heard the deep voice of Germany drift through the door. "Germany?" he whispered, getting up. "You don't need to do training today! I'm sorry!" Italy's eyes opened in surprise at the last sentence, his hands wiping his tears. "Germany!" Italy called, running around the desk. The doors slammed open, a panting Germany standing in the doorway. "Italy!" Italy ran into Germany's arms, his tears again starting to run again as he looked up into Germany's blue eyes. "I'm so sorry about complaining! I won't do it again! I'll run ten laps, no twenty! Just please don't hate me!"
Germany's sigh of relief was prominent as his arms wrapped around the smaller nation. "Its okay Italy, I don't actually hate you. I didn't mean any of that." Italy looked up, his golden eyes once again open as he looked up into Germany's icy blue. "You promise? Cross your heart?" Germany sighed, nodding. "Yes, I promise. Now, what is it that you wanted to show me?" Italy looked at the package in his hands before shoving into Germany's chest. "Here! Just take it!" Germany looked at the tear-stained package before slowly opening it, guilt once again stabbing through him. What was unwrapped... was a small album. "I worked on it really hard. I hope you like it Doitsu!" Italy chirped as he wiped his tears away. Germany opened the cover, and what he saw on the first page made his heart warm as he smiled. It was of him, Japan, and Italy eating pasta in Italy's house. Germany was wiping sauce off of Italy while Japan was attempting to eat the pasta with chopsticks. It was taken within the first week they had met together.
"I-Italy, I don't know what to say..." Germany stammered as he flipped through the pages, each page revealing another picture of the three of them. There was Japan's trip to Italy, and the day they had wished upon that falling star together... Germany could feel something in his eye. He wiped it away in horror, his face red as he realized what it was. Italy giggled. "That was a tear, wasn't it Doitsu?" Germany felt his face get redder. "N-no i-it wasn't, it was something in my eye! Yes!" he stuttered back, his hand covering his face. Italy giggled again before standing on the tip of his toe, leaning forward to kiss Germany on the cheek. Germany stiffened, his face crimson, a gloved hand on the spot Italy had kissed. "I-Italy! What was that for?" Italy hugged him, his arms tight. "I love you Germany, thanks for being there for me, and not hating me." Germany stood there a bit before eventually wrapping his own arms around Italy. "Its okay Italy, I love you too."
Wow, that was my first GerIta. Hoped you like it! I love Germany in this one, he's so sweet! Next is a requested NiChu, or Japan x China. Wait for the next drabble!