Title: It's a Girl Thing

Pairing: (Fem)Italy/Germany

Italy makes a deal with England and has one week as a woman to win Germany's heart, but how will Germany react when Italy's week is up and he learns the truth? Can Germany learn to see past the gender of his true love?

Chapter 6 - Day 4

"Hey Japan! How long have you been up?" Italy asked, skipping into the kitchen on his fourth day of being a woman, wicker basket hanging from his arm.

Japan looked up from his tea in slight confusion, "I was up at my usual time, do you know where Mr Germany is? We're quite late to start our training."

"Ve?" Italy tilted his head in the side in confusion, his long hair tumbling down past his shoulders, "Did Germany forget to tell you? Trainings cancelled today!" he smiled, twirling around in his short skirt of Hungary's, "We're going on a date."

"Oh I see." Japan smiled at her, sipping his tea again, "I was worried something had happened."

Italy shook his head, going to the fridge to take out the food he'd prepared the previous day, "Nope! He's just getting dressed."

Japan looked slightly shocked, "At this time?" he glanced up at the clock; it was way past lunch time.

Italy giggled slightly; "I took his alarm so that he wouldn't wake up so early, he needs to lie in sometimes, that way he'll be a lot happier." he smiled, piling the food and drinks into the wicker basket.

Japan watched her, "You two are going for a picnic?"

Italy nodded, smiling cutely, "Sì...will you be okay here by yourself?"

Japan smiled, nodding, "Hai, do not worry about me, I hope you two have a good time."

"We will." the German's voice sounded from the doorway as he came into the room, rolling up his sleeves.

Italy beamed, skipping over to him, "Hey Germany, are you ready to go?"

Germany smiled, taking the basket from her, "Ja, are you?"

Italy smiled, nodding, taking Germany's hand and gently tugging him towards the front door, calling back to the Asian in the kitchen, "Bye Japan!"

Japan smiled, waving to them both, "Have an enjoyable time."

~0~

Italy sat down comfortably on his knees on the picnic blanket the German had laid out on the grassy hill they'd stopped at. Somewhere deep in the forest around the German's home, settled down in a large clearing facing a beautiful, sparkling lake. Italy glanced around at their surroundings, the sun was low in the sky as evening was drawing closer, it was cool, yet not so much that it was cold. Germany set the basket down in between them as he sat beside the Italian girl, leaning back so he was casually propped up on his elbows, smiling up at Felicia.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" Italy asked, giggling slightly.

"Ja...I wasn't expecting it to be quite so late when I awoke however." he said, raising one eyebrow at her.

Italy clasped his hands together, still giggling, "It's fun to sleep in late sometimes! You get all snugly and warm and you don't have to get out of bed..."

Germany shook his head, smirking slightly, "...mein gott."

"Ve?" Italy looked up curiously, Germany only ever usually said that when he was angry at him during training.

Germany blushed slightly, coughing awkwardly, "It's nothing."

"No...go on."

Germany shrugged bashfully, "Just...you're unbelievably cute." he mumbled softly, his blush deepening.

Italy bit his lip, trailing his fingers across the blanket shyly, "...really?"

Germany smirked slightly, "Ja..." he hesitated slightly before leaning over to gently kiss the side of her head.

Italy smiled, cuddling close to the German, "Grazie."

Germany smiled, pulling her onto his lap, "You're welcome...shall we have a drink?"

Italy nodded; opening the picnic basket he took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, "You don't mind wine do you?"

"Nein, I quite like it." Germany took the bottle from Felicia, popping out the cork and pouring them both a large glass, handing one to her.

Italy smiled, carefully holding the glass in one hand as he curled his slim, slender legs around the German's, "...are you trying to get me drunk Germany?"

Germany placed the bottle down, smirking slightly, "Well I wasn't planning on it...but now that you've given me the idea..."

Italy giggled cutely, sipping on his wine, "Oh Germany...you naughty man."

Germany laughed, slipping an arm around her waist to keep her upright on his lap, "I'm joking, please don't get the wrong idea about me." he said slightly more seriously, placing his glass down beside them.

"Don't worry..." Italy placed his glass down beside Germany's turning in his lap to face him, "I already know that you're a wonderful man..." he said softly, gently trailing a hand down the side of his face.

Germany looked up at her, blushing slightly, "...you...you really think that?"

Italy nodded, "Sì...underneath your tough exterior you're sweet and caring...you're loyal, hardworking but you still know how to have fun."

Germany smirked slightly, shaking his head, still blushing, "Nein...I'm not exactly what you'd call fun."

"We're having fun right now aren't we?" Italy pointed out, smiling softly, lacing his fingers with Germany's, "You cancelled training today so we could come here, and it's so beautiful facing the lake like this..." he gently rested his head against the German's shoulder, gazing out at the sparkling water glistening from the sun that was steadily setting over the horizon.

"Ja...you're right." Germany muttered softly, tilting his head slightly to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, "Felicia..."

"Sì?"

"I...I'm really glad you're here with me." he said softly, going slightly red.

Italy bit his lip, beaming, "Me too Germany."

Germany smiled, gently rubbing her back, "I never would have thought that it'd be a good thing Italy became ill."

Italy faltered slightly, furrowing his brows in confusion, "What?"

"I don't mean that harshly, he is mein friend after all, it's just that...if he hadn't become ill, then I never would have found you."

"Oh...oh right." Italy muttered softly, trying to smile, his good mood suddenly dampened slightly.

Germany smiled, picking up his glass he took a long sip, "He still hasn't replied to mein letter actually."

"You sent one? What did you write?"

Germany shrugged slightly, "Just asked how he was und if he is recovering."

Italy smiled slightly, "I'm sure he's fine."

"Ja, he'll be okay." Germany smiled, placing down his glass, "Would you like something to eat?"

Italy shook his head, slipping off the German's lap, "You can't go swimming for an hour after you eat."

"What?" the German looked confused, "But we're not going swimming..."

Italy grinned, jumping to his feet, "Yes we are!" he grabbed the bottom of his thin vest top, whipping it off over his head.

"Felicia!" Germany blurted out in shock, eyes darting about awkwardly as he tried not to look at the naked top half of the Italian girl.

Italy giggled slightly, pulling off his short skirt and kicking off his sandals, "What? Come on Germany lets go swimming!" he grinned, grabbing the German's hand and dragging him down the hill towards the lake.

"Felicia! We can't just go swimming; we haven't got the proper attire on!"

"We don't need anything, just take your clothes off and go in your underwear!" Italy giggled at the shade of red the German's face was going as he was only wearing a bra and knickers, he turned around and jumped into the lake, submerging himself completely in the water.

Germany shook his head; slowly shedding himself of his shirt, "Felicia you're insane..." he muttered softly when she'd resurfaced. Italy giggled, swimming to the edge and watching as the German took off the rest of his clothes, "I can't believe you're making me do this..." Germany smirked slightly, shaking his head as he carefully slid into the water alongside Felicia, surprised by how warm the water was.

Italy giggled, splashing him, "It's fun!"

Germany covered his head with his hands, turning away, "Stop that! That's not fair!"

"What isn't?" Italy asked innocently, lying on his back in the water, kicking his legs violently sending waves of water over the German's head.

"Felicia!" Germany called playfully; he dove under the water and swam forwards, grabbing hold of her by the legs.

Italy squealed slightly, kicking his legs, trying to get away, "No! Germany! Something's grabbing onto me!"

Germany resurfaced, grinning, "It's just me...that's what you get for splashing me."

Italy glared at him, crossing his arms around his rather large bosoms, "Didn't mean you had to scare me."

"I'm sorry..." Germany muttered softly, circling his arms around the Italian's waist, "I didn't mean to frighten you." he leant in close, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Italy smiled warmly, slipping his arms around the German's neck, holding him close, heart fluttering widely in his chest as they kissed in the lake, clinging to one another like ship wreck survivors. The sun had just about set in the distance, leaving the two lovers in darkness, Italy ran his small hands down the German's chest, feeling the warm, wet skin beneath his fingers as their lips collided softly together.

The German eventually pulled away, gently stroking a stray piece of wet hair that clung to her face out of her eyes, his other hand lacing with hers under water, "Felicia..."

Italy smiled, squeezing Germany's hand in his own, "Germany..."

Germany smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, raising an eyebrow when he felt her shaking, "...are you cold?"

"Sì...the suns gone in."

"Alright...we better get out then; we can finish the picnic back at mine where it's warm." Germany swam to the edge and climbed out, offering a hand down to Felicia to help her out as well before retrieving his clothes, pulling them on despite still being wet.

Italy bit his lip, shivering violently, starting to regret only choosing a vest top and short skirt to wear, "I didn't think it'd get this cold so quickly."

"Ja." Germany wrapped his arms around the Italian girl, pulling her close, "I'll keep you warm as best I can..."

"Ve...grazie Germany." Italy smiled, cuddling up in the German's arms, "You're so kind-"

"Wait, Felicia." Germany placed a finger over her lips, eyes darting around the deserted clearing, "I think I heard something..."

Italy looked up, trying to see through the darkness, "...I didn't hear anything."

"Shhh..." Germany let go of Felicia, slowly turning around, "I could have sworn-"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Listen to me and my total hero voice guys!"

Italy spun around; looking in the direction he'd heard the obnoxious American voice come from, "Is that...?"

"Mein gott, it's the verdammt allies." Germany growled, grabbing hold of Felicia's hand, pulling her protectively against him.

Italy gripped tightly to the front of the German's shirt, biting his lip, "Germany what do we do?"

"China, Russia, you help me take Germany, England, France you go after the girl!"

Germany whipped around just in time to see all five allies running at full speed towards them, the German grabbed Felicia around the waist, practically throwing her down the hill, "Felicia, run! I'll hold them off und I'll come und find you later, go hide in the forest!" Italy stumbled slightly, struggling to his feet; he took one look at the German's panic stricken face and knew he was serious. The Italian kicked off his sandals and pelted down the other side of the hill, heading into the dark forest.

Germany clenched his fists, waiting for in the inevitable attack, cursing himself for not having his gun. China got there first; he jumped up, wok armed above him, slamming it down on the German's head, knocking him to the ground. Germany yelled out, scrambling to his feet he aimed a punch at the Asian when Russia's fist came out of nowhere, smashing into the German's face.

Germany fell to the ground, blood pouring from his nose, his head was spinning, he tried to get to his feet when a swift kick to the stomach knocked him down again. His hands went to cradle his stomach, he felt sick, curled up on the ground in pain. Germany attempted to get up; trying to grab hold of Russia and throw him to the ground but China's wok came full force into his face, knocking him down again. He was completely outnumbered. Russia and China grabbed an arm each, lifting the German to his feet. Germany winced with pain, blood dripping to the ground below him. America grinned, tilting the German's chin up to look at him, "Hey Germany, long time no see."

Germany grit his teeth, glaring at the American, "Sie Hurensohn!"

"Hey...that's not very nice, I dunno what it means but ouch!" he laughed, standing up straight, "Well I don't blame ya, we did just kinda appear out of nowhere, we saw you with your little girlfriend and thought you'd gone soft...guess we were right."

"Verpiss dich!" Germany barked, struggling to hit him but his arms were held firmly in place.

"Don't worry man; I got people going after her."

Germany stopped, slowly shaking his head, staring at the American "I swear to God if you hurt her..."

America smirked slightly, "Well I'm gonna go see exactly what's happened, you guys just hold him here, I'll be back."

"France stop getting in my way!" England yelled, sticking out his foot he tripped the Frenchman over onto the forest floor before carrying on his pursuit of the young woman. He dodged his way in and out of trees, jumping over stumps and tree roots but this girl was fast, she whizzed through the forest at super human speed, occasionally giving little screams of terror as she ran. England kept running, suddenly he lunged at the girl, grabbing her by the shoulder, "I got you now-"

"England!" Italy spun around, staring at the Brit in fear, "Please..."

England stared at her, eyes wide with shock, "...I-Italy?"

Italy nodded slowly, "Sì, it's me..."

"Dude! Yes! Hold onto her!" America called, racing towards the Brit, seeing the Italian girl caught in his grasp.

England glanced over his shoulder at the American, swallowing slightly, "Italy...go, run." the Brit let go of the girl's arm.

"Grazie." Italy gabbed quickly, setting off again, disappearing into the forest.

"Dude!" America eventually caught up, panting heavily, "What's wrong with you! Why did you let her go?"

"She...she bit my arm! It wasn't my fault." England protested, grabbing America's arm and dragging him back into the clearing, "Just forget her America, she's not important, we've got Germany."

"Yeah I guess..." America and England jogged back up the hill to Russia and China...only to find them both on the ground, faces smashed in and the German nowhere to be found, "What the hell man!"

"Are you two okay?" the Brit asked, helping them to their feet.

"Where's Germany?" America asked irritably, "I told you guys to hold him!"

"He over powered us aru!"

"Where did he go?" England asked, looking around.

"We didn't see, we were too busy being on the floor in pain." Russia muttered, glaring at them.

"Great...well this was all good for nothing then." America muttered, kicking over the German's picnic basket.

England sighed, handing China a tissue to wipe the blood off his face. He glanced around the clearing, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Wait a minute..."

America looked up, "What?"

"...where's France?"

~0~

Italy kept on running, he wasn't what time it was but he had definitely been running for at least an hour, he just couldn't stop, his feet just wanted to run. As a woman he seemed to have some sort of want to get as far away from danger as possible, even more so than as a man. By the time he managed to slow down and his heart had stopped pounding he was in darkness and was completely lost. He slowly looked around, the forest was even denser and the trees even taller than he was used to seeing...where the hell was he?

Italy bit his lip, glancing around nervously; he didn't know what to do...should he wait for Germany? Should he try and find his way back? He'd run so much he had no idea where to even begin looking for the German's house. Italy started whimpering softly, tears welling in his eyes, "G-Germany...where are you?" he whispered, hugging himself close. The Italian backed up against a tree, tears rolling down his cheeks. He was scared, alone and just didn't know what to do.

"Bonjour mon cher..."

Italy whipped around at the low growl from behind him, heart pounding nervously, "F-France?"

France smirked slightly, slithering around the tree to face her, "You know who I am?"

"S-Sì..." Italy whispered, backing away from him, "What have you done with Germany?"

France stepped closer to her, "I 'ave done nothing...would you like me to 'elp you find him?"

Italy stopped, looking confused, "You...you'll take me to him?"

France smirked, holding out his arm to her, "Oui, I shall escort you mon cher...a beautiful young lady like yourself shouldn't be wandering around in ze forest on her own..."

Italy bit his lip, slowly linking arms with the Frenchman, "Okay...grazie...do you know where his house is?"

France smirked, gently stroking a finger under her chin, "No...but I'm sure we'll find it..." he purred softly, leading the girl deeper into the forest, he knew exactly where he was going, but it definitely wasn't back to Germany's...

France you rapist! D:

Sie Hurensohn - You son of a bitch
Verpiss dich - Fuck off

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