Dear Reader, I hope you are enjoying this beautiful story. Here comes the next chapter of your precious love life...
Komodo~
Chapter 3
You woke up and stretched. Your neck hurt from sleeping on the couch, but you didn't care. You sat up and turned and almost screamed when Italy said, "Good morning, _! How did you sleep?"
"Oh!" You sighed. "I slept all right...I suppose."
"Oh good." He grinned. "I was afraid you were still mad at Germany for what happened yesterday!"
Everything came flashing back: Your awkward dance, the wall of ice, his anger and eruptance, your inward anger, your broken chairs, your unexpected nap on the couch. You tightened your fists and said curtly, "Don't be. I still am."
Italy's face sunk. "Oh."
"And I'm going back to work at Prussia's house, not Germany's."
"But.." He said, "Germany and Prussia live in the same house!"
"I will only clean Prussia's basement. Then I'll leave and look for another job."
"Bella! You can't do that!"
"Just watch!" You locked your jaw and left to go get dressed. Italy worriedly watched you walk away and sighed. He stood and walked into your kitchen to make you morning pasta. As the water was heating, he called Japan...
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"Hey Japan! This is Italy. I have a problem! _ doesn't like Germany any more!"
"What happened?"
"All I know is that Germany yelled at her! I could hear it from my house! And _was brave and just walked into her house! I ran over there to see if she needed a friend and I found her crying! But she won't tell me anything! And she might leave because she can't work at Germany's house!"
"I see..."
"Japan, will you talk with Germany? I'll talk with _! We need them to be friends again!"
Japan sighed. "Hai. I will talk with Germany-san."
"GRAZIE Japan! I have to go, _ is walking this way!"
"Hai. Bye Italy."
"Bye!" He hung up and stirred the pasta he had made for you.
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"I wondered what smelled so good. Thank you Italy." You smiled and hugged him. "I'll get out the plates and forks." And you did so after you put on some tea and coffee.
"So, why are you mad at Germany?"
You stirred the tea. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."
"But I want to help you be happy, _." He said with concern in his eyes.
"Thanks Italy, but you don't need to worry. I am fine. Could you get out the milk?"
He sighed and did so. "Are you sure?"
"Positive." You nodded and stirred in the milk with the pasta. "So how is Romano?"
"Oh Romano is still asleep. He doesn't like to get up until lunchtime! Ve~ he's funny sometimes."
You gave a small fake smile. "Good!" You set the table and sat down to eat.
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Japan knocked on Germany's door. The blonde opened it and immediately invited Kiku inside. "Would you like some wurst? Beer? I do have tea, though it might not be green."
Japan shook his head. "I am fine, but thank you for offering, Germany-san."
"Oh." He sat down and said, "...So..."
"I wanted to talk with you about yesterday."
"Oh ja. Sure, go ahead."
"Hai...Germany-san, why were you so angry when you got home yesterday?"
"Nein I was not angry...I was...um...I was just a bit depressed."
"Oh?" Japan said with concern flashing in his brown eyes. "I am sorry. Why?"
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "It is nothing."
"..."
"Well...yesterday, I was a bit angry at Prussia...and I was walking with _ and I-" He hung his head and stared at the ground. "I took it out on _..."
"Oh."
"Ja und when I realized what I had done, I tried to apologize, but she slammed the door in my face." He sighed and stood. "I didn't mean to hurt her...and I said such awful things to her..." He paced back and forth. "I..."
Japan's eyes softly softened. "I am sorry, Germany-san. I think that _ will forgive you if you explain it again."
"I told her never to come back here."
"I do not think that will keep her away. She seems a bit like your brother because she is stubborn. I saw it in her eyes."
Germany smoothed his hair back. "I only wish I could take it back...she wouldn't even look at me..."
Japan said quietly, "Italy saw her breaking chairs in the ally next to her apartment building. He immediately went over there to see if she was all right. She had cried herself to sleep."
Ludwig sighed, feeling worse. "I wish I could make her listen to me! I don't even know why I was mad yesterday!"
Kiku slowly shrugged. "I am not sure either."
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Italy called out, "Are you ready, _?"
"Coming!" you called out and met him at the door. "I'm ready!"
"I'll drive!"
You paled, but decided to be brave and buckled in the seat belt. "All right...I'm ready!"
Italy happily fired up the engine and drove. You nervously looked back to see an angry blonde chasing you. "Italy! WHO IS THAT?"
He gulped and hit the gas. You felt your inards lurch forward and you closed your mouth. "SWITZERLAND IS GOING TO GET ME!"
You thought, not this again...
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Japan looked out the window and saw Italy pull up. "They are here." he said calmly.
Germany's eyes widened and he raced to the window. "Ja she came!" He hurriedly put on his stiffest face and opened the door.
You waved at Japan and stepped inside. Italy nervously followed and said, "Good morning Germany!"
"Good morning, Italy and _."
You stiffened and kept walking. "Good morning, Japan...and good morning." And you marched downstairs, and slammed the door.
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What was he thinking wishing me a good morning? ugh... you thought rather harshly. "Where do I start, Prussia?"
Prussia's sleep glazed over eyes crinkled with amusement. "You can start on my bed, frauelin."
Your eyes widened and you paled. "No...I'll come back later."
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Germany's eyes widened when he heard a scream. He raced downstairs with Japan and Italy on his heels. "PRUSSIA!" He heard you scream again and he punched his brother straight as hard as he could into the stomach. He looked over at your frightened face and said, "Did he hurt you?"
"N-no..." You were pale and shaking.
He embraced you without thinking. "I'm sorry...I'll kill him!"
"N-no...don't do that...h-he was...um..."
He shh-ed you and hugged you tighter. "Here...why don't you lie down?" He slowly moved you towards the couch and he laid you down on there. "I'll go get Japan and he can...take care of you."
You snagged his green jacket and hung on for life. He nodded and called Japan. Kiku soon came and applied damp cloths to your forehead, quietly murming. Italy was right beside you, cradling your hand and singing an Italian love song to try to calm you down. "Will _ be all right, Japan?"
"Hai. She will be fine."
Germany said, "What do you want me to do?"
Japan eyed the blonde but refrained from speaking. Italy said, "Why don't you hold _, Germany? She must feel very scared!"
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Your brain was still in shock...but your eyelids slowly crept downwards with drowsiness. Ludwig nervously picked you up and cradled you like a little baby. Your eyes closed and you fell asleep...to a dream where you were somewhere safe, warm, and soft.
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"She's stirring, Germany!" Italy called out.
"Hai."
"Ja."
You opened your eyes. "Where...am I?" Your eyes spyed a shiny brass button, your hands covered it, and the light came on. Germany was holding you. Holding. You. After all the anger you've dished out...he cared enough about you to hold you. HOLD YOU?!
You stood immediately and walked out of his arms. "I-I...I'm sorry about that. I'm perfectly fine now." You walked towards the dining room table, but stumbled a bit. Germany and Italy shot forward and caught your arm, steadying you. "You might want to sit down..." Ludwig said.
"No." You stubbornly shook your head slowly. "I'm fine."
Italy shook his head and helped you sit down. "I'll bring you some pasta!"
"Thank you Italy." You smiled.
He scurried towards the kitchen to cook leaving you and Germany alone, for Japan had gone to the bathroom. "Thank you...for stopping your brother..."
"Oh...well..um...you're welcome."
"I don't know what would have happened...d-danke."
He smirked slightly. "You're welcome. Now you need to rest." He cleared his throat. "I'll go check on Italy and his pasta."
You sighed and closed your eyes...but soon shot them back open. You couldn't get Prussia's face out of your head...the way his eyes were glazed over...his lust-filled smile...his invitation...You shuddered and stared out the window.
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"I don't like it, Germany! _ isn't acting the same as she was before! WHAT IF SHE DIES? I DON'T WANT HER TO DIE, SHE'S TOO PRETTY!"
"Italy! Just focus on the pasta!" Germany bellowed.
The redhead did as he was told, with occasional whimpering. Japan emerged from the basement and said, "How hard did you hit your brother?"
"Well..." He replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I...hit him..."
"I am asking because he will need to go to the hospital. You hurt him badly, Germany-san."
"Oh." He nervously sat down. Italy didn't say anything as he stirred his pasta.
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"Do you like the pasta, _? It is some of my special spices that only Romano and I know about! Well, big brother Spain does too, but he never uses it. It's good right?"
You smiled. "Yes, it's delicious, Italy. I love it. Especially the tomatoes."
Spain smiled. "Mi tomates es muy maravilloso!"
Germany's eyes widened. "HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?"
Spain shrugged. "I walked in through the front door."
Italy happily hugged his brother. "_, this is big brother Spain! Spain, this is my pretty lady friend and neighbor, _! She loves my pasta! And she also likes your tomatoes!"
Spain grinned at you. "She is muy bonita, hermanito. _, you are very pretty."
You flushed and nodded a thanks. Spain just grinned wider and ate the rest of his pasta. Germany's eyes bore into the Spainard's head, and he ate the pasta like a robot. Japan noticed this but sensed the mood and refrained from speaking.
"H-how is your brother, Mr. Germany?" You asked timidly.
Your question caught him off guard, and the powerful light in his eyes snapped off. He turned and said, "He is fein...though he will need lots of rest."
"Oh. Good. I was afraid you had hit him so hard that he had to go to the hospital!"
Germany stared, speechless when Italy said, "Don't worry! Germany would never hit someone that hard, right?"
Silence...
Spain asked, "_, do you watch futbol?"
"Football?"
He shook his head, "No, futbol. I think America calls it soccer."
"Oh! Well...sometimes I do watch it, when there's nothing else on."
Spain laughed. "Fusososo~ Well, would you like to watch it with me? There's nothing else to do."
"Sure!" You smiled and he helped you towards the couch. Italy followed along, carrying a plate of pasta leaving Germany and Japan quietly talking in the dining room.
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Italy cheered. The Italians had just scored another point. Spain cheered too and you asked him, "Spain, why don't you cheer for your team?"
Spain asked without taking his eyes off the screen. "What do you mean?"
You sighed. "Well...it's the Italians playing the Spainards right? So why don't you root for your Spanish team?"
Spain laughed. "Those guys are not as good as Italy's men. Next game it's Germans against French, and then I'll root for France."
"And I'll root for Germany!" Italy said happily. You laughed and relaxed on the soft couch, watching your silly friends root for the Italian soccer...er..futbol team.
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Japan eyed his ally. "Why did you punch him as hard as you could?"
Germany stammered, "I-It was an accident! He was going to...well...hurt _! He shouldn't have even been drunk in the first place." as he avoided Japan in the eyes.
"I see..."
"He will heal. He always does."
"..."
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"So, _, show big brother Spain how well you play the piano!"
"Italy, I'm not sure if that's a good id-"
"Of course it is!" He interrupted.
"You play piano?" Spain said curiously.
You smiled sheepishly. "A little."
Spain grinned. "We should play together!" He walked towards a closet and pulled out a guitar. "Vamanos! Let us play together!"
"Please, bella?"
"Well..."
"It'd be fun, chica!"
"Allright. What should we play?"
Spain said, "What do you know?"
"Well...not that much..."
Spain clapped his hands. "I know!" He whispered into your ear and you nodded. All three of you happily chattered as you walked towards the piano.
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Music floated upstairs to the silent Japanese and the unusually quiet German. A soprano voice blended with a tenor voice and harmonized with an alto voice. "Draw a circle that's the earth, draw a circle that's the earth, draw a circle that's the earth I am Spain." The piano blended beautifully with their voices and Spain's guitar.
Ludwig picked up his head and strained his ear. Why is she back down there?! DID SHE NOT LEARN HER LESSON?! Japan smiled slightly as the voices continued to sing. "They have good voices." he commented quietly.
"Ja...they do..." he admitted.
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"Maravilloso! Let's do another!"
"Like what?"
"Let's do my Hattafutte Parade!" Italy suggested.
"Allright..." You played a couple of chords and started to play.
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"Italy, do you know A Whole New World? It's one of my favorites." You said shyly.
"Si I know that one. Whenever you're ready."
You stretched your fingers and asked, "Would you be Aladdin? I'd like to do Jasmine's part."
"Of course!"
Spain smiled and sat down, waiting.
"I can show you the world. Shining shimmering splendid. Tell me princess now when did you last let your heart decide."
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Germany stared at the floor. Italy was singing softly...and he sounded like a perfect imitation of the Disney character.
"I can open your eyes. Take you wonder by wonder, over sideways and under on a magic carpet ride, a whole new world, a new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us no, or where to go, or say we're only dreaming."
The soprano voice sang, "A whole new world. A dazzling place I never knew. And when I'm way up here, it's crystal clear, that now I'm in a whole new world with you."
Japan looked at his ally out of the corner of his eye.
"Unbelievable sights, and indescribable feeling. Soaring tumbling free-wheeling through and endless diamond sky A whole New World!" The tenor joined in again. "Don't you dare close your eyes."
Ludwig fidgeted uncomfortably. "A hundred thousand things to see. I'm like a shooting star. I've come so far I can't go back to where I used to be, every turn a surprise, every moment red letter." The two sang in perfect harmony. "I'll chase them anywhere. There's time to spare. Let me share this whole new world with you."
"A whole New World."
"A whole new world."
"That's where we'll be."
"That's where we'll be."
"A thrilling chase."
"A wondrous place."
"For you and me..." They sang. Ludwig's fist clenched tighter. Japan saw the fist under the table and his eyes widened.
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"That was beautiful, _ and Italy! Let me sing with _ now!"
You laughed. "Sure! What do you want to sing?"
Spain thought for a moment. "Oh! What about the one on the movie with all the toys?"
Italy grinned. "That's a good one!"
"It's good then, that I have the cd for that!" Spain went over to Prussia's room and flipped through the cd's. He pulled it out and put it in the player. Spain grinned. "I think that I can last better than you can."
Your eyebrow raised. "I beg your pardon?"
"I think that I can dance longer than you can."
You laughed. "You're on!"
Spain grinned and handed Italy his guitar. He scooted the piano (on wheels) out of the way, and made a wide open space. Italy grinned and pressed two buttons. "Everyone ready?"
Spain immediately claimed your hand and bowed. "Wait!" He ran back into Prussia's room and came out with a flowing skirt. "Put this on."
"Here?"
"Over your pants. Just slip it on!"
"Fine." You did so while Spain grabbed a brush and several scrunchies and did your hair. Italy got you some clappers. "You'll look even prettier, _!"
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Germany and Japan sat there, waiting for the music. "Let's go see what they're doing, Japan. I don't like how quiet they've been..."
The smaller man's eyebrow raised, but he said nothing and nodded. The two walked downstairs.
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"Are you ready, chica?" Spain called out.
"Yes, but I don't know if this is a good idea..." you said nervously.
Germany and Japan walked down just in time to see you walk out in Spanish clothes. You wore a frilly colorful skirt, with clappers tied to your wrists. Your hair was done in a Spanish way, with flowers adorning it. The makeup was perfect. In short, you were beautiful. Spain clapped and extended his hand towards you.
Germany just stared while Italy hit the play button. "Hay una Amigo en mi." The soloist sang. Spain also sang with him while he whirled you around. You two twirled, jumped, leaned, and moved in time with the music. Italy threw a rose towards you and Spain caught it, careful not to poke himself with the thorns.
"Hay una Amigo en MI!" The singer sang. You smiled and clapped your hands in time with the music while Spain twirled around you. Then you whirled while he clapped. You felt special, and weird as you shook your "love paddles" in time with the music.
Spain, being part of the Bad Touch Trio, michievously pulled Italy in to dance with you. He happily danced as he helped you do a piroutte. Japan watched, smiling.
"Ve~"
You bowed again and finished the song. Grateful to have stopped, you paused only to hear the music strike up again. "You hit repeat, didn't you Spain."
"Fusososo! Of course!" This time, Germany was shoved forward. His eyes widened and you twirled in time and rhythym. He awkwardly held you close and bowed. You didn't mind, actually you hadn't noticed that Italy and Germany had switched places. He forced himself to calm down just in time to catch you from falling.
You whirled around, and your eyes widened. His sky blue eyes were only inches away from your own. You kept your composure and whirled around, wringing your hands to clap in time. Germany focused on moving his feet (awkward as the motions were) and refrained from looking at you in the eye.
Spain clapped and sang along while Italy cheered. "You two are doing great!"
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Eventually you switched places and danced with Spain again. He and you both had a tie on his bet, for that you were relieved. You had Italy drive you home because your legs felt like jello from whirling to much. When you arrived home, you went promptly to bed, and you dreamed of dancing with someone warm, soft, and safe.
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When Germany's head hit the pillow, he didn't fall asleep. His eyes were wide open, because he couldn't get your image or the feel of you pushed against him out of his system.
