Italy watches from the floor as Canada helps Prussia to walk. He tilts his head to the side and can't help to smile at seeing the concern in Canada's blue eyes...and the silent joy in Prussia's red ones. Italy is happy that Prussia has a friend. They seem really close too! The Italian has never seen that look on Prussia's face before...though it's almost ruined by the wince on his face from the pain.
Italy frowns, hearing Prussia groan in pain as Canada opens the basement door. Ve Prussia really shouldn't have come up here. He could have gotten really hurt! Of course Italy knows how protective Prussia is of Germany. He knows Prussia was just worried about him but Germany would be really upset if Prussia got hurt! Italy doesn't want Germany to be upset...He wants Germany to be happy.
Italy grips his fist, determination in his eyes as he remembers the words that Canada spoke to him...Italy might not be the best fighter or the best ally during war but if he can make Germany happy...than that's all he wants. If Canada is right, if Italy makes Germany happy, than maybe that's how he can repay Germany. Being by his side till the end of time, putting a smile on his face.
That's how Italy will be of use to Germany. Maybe Germany will never be proud of him. Maybe Germany will still have to clean up his messes and stress over him...but if he can make him smile...does it still make him useless?
Canada said he's not useless. That has to be one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to him. Italy likes Canada. He also likes him for Prussia. A smile finds it's way on Italy's lips. If there's one thing Italy knows, it's love. Italy can see the sparks between Prussia and Canada. He noticed the looks they just gave each other. Seeing a new couple in the making always makes Italy happy. Love is something beautiful and even though there's a part of him that longs and aches when he sees it, there's a strong part that feels happy. Everyone deserves to find love...at least once.
Italy had love. He's still waiting for his love to come back. He will someday. Italy will finally have his Holy Rome back. He feels it in his heart. He feels it in his being that Holy Rome is coming back to him. He's coming soon...Italy is sure of it.
Italy blinks when he notices how quiet it is...and that he's now alone, sitting in the hallway. Canada is gone with Prussia to the basement...leaving him here with papers in front of him. "Ve I'll just draw by myself." Italy smiles as he looks down at his piece of paper...only to stop when his eyes fall on Canada's paint brush and black paint. Oh Canada left his things here. Italy has a urge to grab the paint brush and start painting. It's been so long since he's been able to paint and the paint brush is so pretty...
I'm sure Canada wouldn't mind if I paint a little with his paint brush right? Italy bites his lip...The brush seems to be calling to him. There's something pulling him to it. Italy's fingers twitch in anticipation as he slowly reaches out to grab the paint brush. The quiet seems to add to the suspense...why does he feel so nervous? It's just a paint brush...and he's sure Canada wouldn't mind...maybe he should ask just in case? Italy thinks to himself but he's still reaching for the paint brush, his finger tips just about to touch it's bristles-
"I-Italy?" The nation in question stops, his eyes wide at the voice. Germany! Italy gets up quickly, remembering that his best friend is suppose to be resting in bed. That's why he was outside in the first place so Germany could sleep. Germany's voice sounded scared. Nervous.
"Ve i'm right here Germany!" Italy smiles as he walks into the room, watching as the panic in Germany's eyes seem to die down. The large man is sitting up in bed, the blanket off of him like he was about to jump out of bed if Italy didn't answer a second later. Italy jumps into bed next to Germany and hugs him tightly, feeling the warmth of his best friend. "How are you feeling? Do you feel better? Ve I was so worried about you!"
"What?" Germany looks down at the small man who is rubbing his chin against his large chest. The blonde's cheeks flush but he can't help to wrap his arms back around Italy, holding him close. "What are you talking about?" Germany looks around, his eyebrows furrowing. "..Weren't we just eating? How did I get here?"
"Germany you passed out from exhaustion!" Italy looks up at him with a deep frown. "Ve you work too hard! All you did was stand up and then you fell to the ground and your eyes were closed! I was so scared! No matter what I did you wouldn't wake up and I was too weak to carry you! If not for Canada I don't know what I would have done. He helped me carry you in here.." Italy trembles, thinking of the fear and worry he felt in his gut when he had witnessed Germany fall before him...
"Mein gott, Italy I'm sorry." Germany holds his head in his hand, closing his eyes in shame. "That was weak of me." Germany opens his eyes and blinks. "Wait...Canada helped you?" when Italy nods, something softens in his eyes, his suspicion of the soft country ending.
"Si! Canada helped me! And he made me feel better!" Italy smiles brightly. "While you were out he started drawing with me but then Prussia came up the stairs. He was all hurt and he looked like he was about to pass out! But Canada stopped him and helped him back down to his room."
"Of course brother would try to help me even when he's worse off...that dummkopf." Germany words are soft though as he stares into Italy's brown orbs. "I'll have to thank Canada properly later for all his help. I was wrong to act that way towards our guest. I just didn't know Canada and brother were such good friends."
"Ve I think they're more than friends!" Italy giggles, getting Germany to raise his eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing~" Italy smiles before it falls a little and he leans up, wrapping his arms around Germany's neck. The larger man tenses, his eyes widening as Italy lays his head in the crook of Germany's neck, nuzzling his cheek against his neck. "Please Germany...don't over work yourself. You work so hard and now you're passing out because of it. Your boss works you too hard. Please try to relax more. I don't want you getting hurt."
Germany takes a in take of breath...his arms slowly wrapping around Italy's waist, pulling him in closer. Italy's words were said so softly, so full of worry and concern. It sets Germany on fire. Italy cares for him...their bond is strong but right now, Germany wants to make it stronger. He wants to show Italy just how much he cares for him. Germany places a kiss on Italy's temple. "I have to obey my boss Italy. I'm fine. I don't know what came over me but it won't happen again. I can handle my work load. It's our jobs as nations. I won't get hurt...I promise." Germany takes in Italy's scent...he smells of warmth and garlic and grass...The smell is different but not bad. It's Italy. Germany takes in the feel of this small man in his arms...takes in his hands on his waist, and how right it feels for Italy to have his arms around his neck. "..I feel a lot better." Germany mumbles into Italy's hair.
"Ve i'm glad." The small nation chuckles at the feeling of someone talking into his hair before he looks at Germany, pulling away to look into those piercing blue eyes. "But I still think you should have fun more!" Italy smiles, his hands grabbing Germany's large shoulders and giving them a squeeze. "Do you want me to give you a massage? Ve you should relax today! We could have a whole day in bed!"
Germany's face turns red at the thought of both Italy giving him a massage and thinking about him and Italy in a bed...all day. Germany is quick to shake his head, despite how good it feels with Italy squeezing his tense shoulders. "Nein. I will not waste a whole day in bed." Germany takes Italy's hands off of him, closing his eyes. "but I do remember you saying something about playing football? Why don't we do that? I need some fresh air."
"Yay! Football!" Italy throws his arms in the air, smiling. "Are you sure you're okay for that? I don't want to beat you too easily!"
"Oh please! Don't get cocky now." Germany finds himself grinning as he moves Italy off of him so he can stand up. "I'm fine. Even if I was still exhausted I wouldn't lose to you."
Italy's smile falls slightly as he stands up after Germany. The smaller man grabs Germany's arm, hugging it to his chest as he looks at him with those honey brown orbs bright with concern. "Ve are you sure you're okay to do this?"
Germany feels his heart skip a beat as he stares down at Italy, as he stares down at the man he loves. It fills Germany with a warm feeling knowing how Italy cares about him. Though Italy is so much smaller and weaker than him...He's concerned about Germany. Germany just passed out...Italy has been cursed and been through god knows what with Britain...but he's concerned about him. That look in those honey brown orbs...he could get lost in those eyes. He could get lost in this man.
"I'm fine Italy." Germany finds himself reaching over with his other hand and stroking Italy's cheek gently...Feeling his body warm at the contact. He locks his piecing blue eyes with Italy's brown ones. "I promise you."
Italy smiles again, closing his eyes as he leans into Germany's touch, rubbing his cheek against the hand like a cat. This gets Germany's face to flush, he has to take his hand away from Italy so his hand doesn't start trembling against him. Italy is just too damn cute! Mein gott! I just want to touch him-Gah! Alright, alright...maybe if I just don't look at him i'll be alright...I'm Germany...I will not lose to these shameful desires. I. Will. Not. Lose. Germany's face goes serious with his inner battle.
"Oh I almost forgot!" Italy chuckles before letting go of Germany's arm only to jump up and give the German a kiss on each cheek, taking Germany completely off guard, leaving his cheeks red. "Your wake up kisses!"
Germany feels his inner will start to crumble...The feeling of the small man's lips on his cheeks just added coal to the fire. How is he suppose to win Against Italy when he does things like this? Why couldn't he have gotten a normal friend who doesn't kiss him all the time or hug him all the time...maybe he wouldn't be in this predicament. But that friend wouldn't be Italy and it's not Italy's fault. Germany is the one that has taken Italy's innocent acts and twisted them into something shameful.
"W-Warn me when you do that kind of thing!" Germany snaps, trying to seem mad but Italy only giggles making him feel lightheaded.
"Hey! Hey Germany!" Italy suddenly backs away from him, his arms swinging by his sides lazily, a big smile on his face...before it turns to a grin and his eyebrows furrow in determination. "Race ya! The last one to reach the field is a soggy potato!" Italy's eyes are playful as he turns on his heel, about to take off running-
Only for Germany to grab him by the collar of his shirt, stopping him in his tracks. The Italian makes a gagging sound, the motion choking him. "No running in mein house! How many times do I have to tell you that Italy?! The last time you ran in mein house you broke one of my pictures and ended up cutting yourself on the edge of a table." Germany fums. "We'll race when we get outside." Germany lets go of the Italian when he thinks he's not going to run.
"Ve sorry Germany I forgot!" Italy smiles sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers. "I remember that time! That cut really hurt! It even drew blood!" Italy frowns.
"...ja and you cried about it for ten minutes." Germany grumbles, remembering how scared he had been that it was serious...only to find a small cut on Italy that was barely bleeding. Germany got a major headache that day.
"I know! I did good, didn't I?" Italy smiles, brightening up. "I usually cry a lot longer!" Germany just gives him a blank look but Italy's smile doesn't fall. "So racing outside it is! Ve as soon as we get outside we'll run!"
"Just don't start crying when you're a soggy potato." Germany grins...Italy's playful attitude is rubbing off on him. "Every time we race you lose Italy. You would win more often if you worked harder in your training."
"Ve this time will be different!" Italy smiles and pokes Germany in his rock hard stomach.
"We'll see." Germany raises his eyebrow at the poke but for some reason he finds himself smiling. That seems to always happen when he's around Italy.
Italy's face gets really bright when he sees the smile on Germany's face for some reason. The Italian nation skips to the door and opens it up, Germany walking behind him. As soon as the door opens, Germany stops when his eyes fall on the scattered paper on his floor. Germany's eye twitches. "Italy what did I tell you about cleaning up your messes and leaving things on mein floor?"
"Oh sorry Germany! Hehe I left this out from when me and Canada were drawing. I'll pick it up right away!" Italy moves in front of Germany...and bends down to pick up the papers. Germany knows he should look away. He knows it's wrong that he's staring at his best friend like he is...but he can't help it.
Italy's ass is just so...nice. The jeans the Italian are wearing is filled perfectly with that perfectly round ass. Germany finds his heart picking up speed every time Italy bends down to pick up a paper, and he feels hot whenever Italy wiggles his hips, bouncing in his humming as he cleans up. Why is this man so curvy?!,,,everything about him makes Germany warm inside, the sight of him makes him hungry for more. Germany use to see Italy as a burden...but now he just can't get enough of him. He wants him. He wants him in every way possible. His feelings for Italy have only grown since he's gotten him back. They have only deepen, they have only become more desperate. It shows since Germany can't stop his wandering eyes, practically undressing his best friend with them.
When did he become so weak?
"Huh?" Italy suddenly stops humming and bouncing. He tilts his head, looking at the ground in confusion...but there's no more papers to pick up. "Where did it go?"
"Where did what go?" Germany's eyes snap up when Italy looks back at him. He hopes to gott that he's not looking at him oddly or that his arousal is noticeable.
"Canada left his paint brush and paint here...and it was out here when I went back to you but now it's gone." Italy puts the stack of papers in his hands in a table with a drawer in the hallway. Germany keeps paper there so he won't have a fit about it.
"Maybe he came back to get it."Germany shrugs. Suddenly...Germany feels a chill. A wave of cold air. Germany quickly looks around, feeling alarmed but when he looks around...There's nothing. Just him and Italy.
"Ve yeah maybe! It seemed really important to Canada!" Italy smiles and walks back to Germany, grabbing his hand.
"Speaking of Canada, I should probably thank him now." Germany mumbles, glancing away from Italy as they start walking down the hall, towards the front door.
"You can do that later! I think right now we should let Canada and Prussia have some alone time!" Italy says with a cute little smile.
"Why?" Germany raises his eyebrow at how Italy giggles.
"Because Canada and Prussia like each other! I think alone time will be good for them!" Italy squeezes Germany's hand, beaming up at him.
"...Canada and Prussia? You mean they like each other romantically?" Germany can't help for his eyebrows to raise when Italy nods excited. Germany scoffs, waving his hand that Italy isn't' holding. "Ja right. Canada is too quiet and normal. Prussia is insane. I couldn't see him going for someone like Canada and I'm pretty sure he has a thing for Hungary but i'm not too sure."
"Ve that's the point!" Italy closes his eyes in his smile. "Opposites attract Germany! Because they are so different, they are perfect for each other!"
Germany's eyes widen slightly at Italy's words, his chest tightening. He's heard of that saying...'opposites attract'. He's never really thought about it but...aren't' him and Italy opposites? Germany is strict, a 'no fun, all work' kind of guy. He enjoys beer and wurst and working out. He's a clean freak and independent. Italy on the other hand is a 'all fun, and no work' kind of guy. He likes to sleep and eat and dance and sing. He likes having fun and he hates training. He's a coward who can't fight his own battles. Germany and Italy are almost exact opposites and yet Germany loves Italy. He finds him charming and irresistible. It's taken him years and years to realize his feelings for Italy. Maybe it took years and years for this attraction to even start...but it was because Italy is who he is that Germany fell for him. And he fell for him hard.
So maybe the saying 'opposites attract' is true...Germany tries to picture himself with someone that has similar qualities to himself...but he can't see it. He can only see himself with Italy. Can only see a life with the Italian's singing voice and his dancing and his smiles and his kisses and his warmth. Germany doesn't want anyone else. But the thing that makes him sick to his stomach...that makes his chest tighten painfully...is that he can picture Italy with someone else. Really easily actually. Germany can see him with someone much different than him. Someone who likes fun and has all the time in the world. Why would Italy want Germany? Italy would probably be more interested in someone who was fun...Like America. but He can really see Italy with a cute Italian woman, and he can see them having children and being happy.
Germany would be forgotten. He's sure of it. Germany knows it's selfish...he knows Italy wants to have a family and kids...but Germany still wants him. He wants him all to himself. He wants Italy to always be by his side to annoy him and to make him smile all the same. He doesn't want anyone holding his best friend...Germany always wants to be the one that Italy showers with kisses and hugs.
Germany really hopes the saying 'opposites attract' is true for Italy...because if it is...doesn't that mean that Italy likes him too? That Italy feels the same way? Germany can only hope. The longing for Italy Is becoming too much...becoming too strong for him to fight.
"Ve look Germany!" Italy's charming voice breaks him out of his thoughts. He blinks when he realizes that he's outside now with Italy in front of him, smiling at him as he holds his arms above his head. "It's such a pretty day out! Perfect for football!"
"J-Ja." Germany smiles, looking at the bright, sunny sky filled with white fluffy white clouds. Trying to distract himself from the true beauty right in front of him. "It is-"
"Head start!" Italy suddenly shouts, cutting off Germany with a grin before he turns on his heel and starts running off. Germany stares after him confused for a moment before his eyes widen and he takes off running after the Italian.
"Italy! You cheater!" Germany shouts at him but he can't help the smile tugging at his lips. Germany's long legs go out as far as they can, his piercing blue eyes serious and determined. The German's smile falls and his face changes to that of a expression of concentration. Germany can't help to be a little bit impressed. Italy is running pretty fast and he hasn't even fallen. Maybe his training has finally paid off in some way. Italy is laughing and giggling though, and soon, Germany is sure, he'll run out of air because of it. Of course Italy isn't thinking about that. He's only having fun. Germany knows he takes everything too seriously but it's just a part of who he is.
Germany breathes through his mouth and exhales through his nose, his eyes narrowing as he leans into his running, picking up the speed trying to catch up with the tiny Italian. "Ve Ve! I'm winning!" Italy looks behind him only to squeal in both delight and fear since Germany is close behind him. Italy does a little excited jump, his curl bouncing and Germany can't help to get a bit distracted with how cute his feli is- how cute Italy is. Germany frowns, he keeps calling Italy his. It's painfully obvious he isn't-
"There's the field!" Italy squeals again, snapping Germany out of his thoughts. Indeed there is the field only a few yards away from the two. Germany's eyes widen damn! Italy is too distracting! Germany grinds his teeth and picks up the speed...He's close to passing Italy when the Italian does a leap..
Beating him in getting to the field first.
"Ve I did it! I beat Germany!" Italy jumps up and down, smiling brightly as Germany stops next to him. The blond can't help to look at Italy...and smile despite that he lost. Germany knows that if he wasn't thinking so much he would have won. He almost won when being out of it. "You're a soggy potato!" Italy giggles as he pokes Germany In his rock hard abs again.
Germany scowls at Italy, getting a little annoyed but when he sees how happy he is,and he realizes Italy is just messing around with him, Germany sighs, but his smile comes back. "Ja ja." Germany pokes Italy a little roughly in the stomach but Italy squeals all the same.
"Did I do good? Huh? Did I?" Italy is practically bouncing in his happiness. He grabs Germany's arm, looking up with those bright honey brown orbs. "Are you proud of me?"
Germany can't help to stare at his friend..at how the sun's rays fall on Italy, lighting up his face, his hair, his eyes...Can't help to stare at that hopeful look his eyes, like Germany's opinion of him is everything. Germany once again finds himself touched. And he once again finds his defense crumbling.
"Ja I am..." Germany ruffles Italy's hair, the small Italian gasping. "But that doesn't mean you can sack off on your training! You can get even better!"
"Yes sir!" Italy chuckles, doing a salute with his left hand. Germany sighs, he doesn't know how many times he's told him that you salute with your right hand.
"You salute with your right hand." Germany grunts, showing the Italian the right way to do it.
'Right!" Italy quickly changes, his enthusiastic smile not falling in the slightest. Germany feels himself warm up again. He wonders if he's going to overheat at this rate. "Okay lets play football!" Italy turns on his heel and starts running through the field, his hands to his sides like an air plane. He runs over to a little hole in the ground and digs out a ball. The ball is Italy's. He brought it over a long time ago, during World War 2, begging Germany to play with him. Of course back than Germany waved him off and yelled at him for being so annoying...which makes him feel kind of guilty now. But since Italy was so persistent, he did end up playing football with him, and to his surprise...he didn't hate it. Italy decided to leave his ball here because he said he had one back home...and that this ball would be his and Germany's. The idea of it being their ball makes Germany feel happy for some odd reason. This field belongs to Germany and this is usually where he trains his troops but when ever he's here he can't help to think of the times him and Italy would play football together here. No matter how much he complained about it in the past.
Secretly he liked playing football with Italy. He enjoyed him around, even back then. Now, why Italy leaves the ball out in the field in a hole in the ground, Germany couldn't tell you the answer to that. Italy said something about keeping it lucky? He wasn't really listening. He doesn't believe in such things as luck.
"Just because you barely beat me in racing me here doesn't mean i'm going to lose to you in football." Germany crosses his arms, giving him a challenging look. 'I won't go easy on you, considering it seems you have improved in your skills."
"Ve okay! Just don't hurt me or kill me!" Italy says nervously. "Germany has strong kicks! That's because you're so big and strong."
"Alright, alright what are the goals?" Germany feels his face heat up from Italy's words. "Same ones?"
"Yup!" Italy smiles as he places the ball on the ground before skipping away, making sure he's the same distance away from the ball as Germany. Brown eyes lock with piercing blue. "On three!" Italy starts to hop up and down in his excitement again...he looks so happy. He looks like he's having a lot of fun...Can he really be having this much fun with someone like Germany? They haven't even started playing. "One! Two..." Germany's eyes flash and he gets ready... "Three!"
At three both Italy and Germany take off running towards the ball, being more serious about this, Germany gets the ball first but Italy's quick to kick it out from under him. It goes on like this, Italy would get the ball, only for Germany to steal it away, trying to head towards Italy's goal, which was pass the daisies only for Italy to kick the ball away from him and steal it back. They steal the ball back and forth, Italy smiling the whole time, enjoying himself...Germany finds himself smiling as he finally gets the ball from Italy and kicks it pass his goal. "That's one for me!"
"Wow! That was good!" Italy wipes some sweat from his brow before he skips off after the ball. "You've gotten better at football!"
That's true. When Germany fist started playing with Italy he was clumsy with his movements and he would end up kicking the ball too hard and it would go flying in the air...or he would get too rough and shove Italy, thinking like he was in battle instead of playing a game. Germany is still serious with it but he's gotten more mellow. Just a little bit. Now he knows how much strength he needs to kick the ball and he sure doesn't push Italy anymore. Pushing is against the rules anyway.
"Had to keep up with you." Germany grins, if there's one thing Italy is good at, it's playing football. It's something Germany can do with Italy and feel challenged in.
"Got it!" Italy comes running back with the ball held above his head, his eyes closed. "You get the ball first!" Italy throws the ball in the air and when it comes back, he kicks it, sending the ball towards Germany. The larger man lets the ball hit him in the stomach before bouncing it on his knee. He lets it fall to the ground before he runs towards Italy with the ball, dribbling it by his feet. Italy stands firm, getting ready, knowing Germany is about to kick.
Germany kicks the ball but it's blocked by Italy...the small Italian whines about Germany's kicks being hard since the ball hit him in the thigh but he's quick to start running pass the German with the ball. Germany runs by his side, trying to kick the ball away but Italy is faster this time...Italy's bright smile distracting the larger man once again.
Italy is able to kick the ball. It makes it right pass Germany's goal. "One for Italy!" The small Italian jumps, gigging at the look on Germany's face.
"I won't let you get the next one." Germany scoffs, having too much fun with this. It seems like it's been forever since Italy and him have played football. Italy was away from him so long...he's drinking in every laugh he makes, every smile that curls his lips. Germany thought his feelings would shimmer down now that Italy is back with him yet if anything, Italy being here has only opened Germany's eyes to how bad he has it. How badly he's fallen and he's afraid he'll never get back up.
Maybe he doesn't even want to.
"We'll see!" Italy giggles as Germany jogs over to get the ball. Following the rules, he kicks the ball back to Italy, since this time he gets the ball first. The ball flies in the air from his strong kick, Italy skipping backwards till the ball falls in front of him. He makes one of his odd excited sounds, it seems every day Germany spends with Italy he hears a new sound from him. That's another thing Germany doesn't understand about Italy. Where does he come up with all these sounds? Before Germany can think about this any more, Italy is coming towards him fast, his brown eyes bright with determination. Germany finds himself smirking as he runs towards the Italian, not ready to lose. Just as Germany and italy are about to collide-
There's a crackle of thunder.
The sudden noise gets Italy to squeak in fear, losing his footing. He ends up tripping over the ball he was kicking but Germany is quick to catch him. The small man landing safely in his arms, leaning into his chest.
"What the hell...?" Germany looks up at the sky, his eyes widening when dark clouds from out of nowhere take over the white ones...The bright sky gets dark in a blink of an eye. A chilly wind starts to blow, ruffling Italy's hair and making him shiver against the larger man.
"G-Germany why is it so cold? And it was just sunny a minute ago!" Italy hugs Germany, burying his head in his chest.
"I don't-" Before Germany can even answer there's another loud crackle of thunder...before it starts raining. Hard. It's pouring buckets of freezing water over the two. Italy yelps in fear and shivers from the cold. The two are immediately soaked. When Italy lets out a whimper, Germany is quick to react. "Hold on Italy! I got you." Germany, without thinking, sweeps the small Italian off his feet, holding him bridal style. He hugs him close to his chest, trying to protect from the harsh wind as he starts running back home. His clothes are getting so soaked that they are starting to sag...Italy clings to him for dear life, yelping and whimpering when ever there's a crackle of thunder. "You're going to be okay Italy..." Germany says soothingly, holding him tighter. "I won't let anything happen to you."
Italy tightens his grip on Germany, hiding his head in the larger man's soaked chest. "Ve I believe you!"
those words get Germany to run even faster, cursing the damn weather and the sudden cold for scaring his Feli! He could get a cold and-
And...he called him his again.
Germany nearly kicks the front door down to get into his home, once in, he slams the door shut with his back, cutting off the harsh winds. Italy lets out a sigh of relief from the rain and wind no longer hitting him as Germany quickly carries him back to his bedroom. The blond thinks he might have heard some banging coming from Prussia's room but he has Italy to deal with and he rather not think of what those two might be doing since according to Italy they 'like' each other.
Germany gently places the shivering Italian down, frowning at how soaked he is, his shirt hanging off his shoulder, exposing tan skin. "Take off your clothes. I'll get you something to wear." Germany says quickly, his protectiveness of Italy overpowering his nervousness about Italy being naked around him. Germany turns and starts looking through his draws for something Italy can wear quickly, not wanting Italy to get sick.
"Ve but I want hugs..." The small Italian whimpers as he takes off his soaked shirt, it making a splatting sound as it hits the wooden floor. "It's cold and the thunder is really scary! I need your big muscles to keep me warm and safe!" Italy whimpers when there's another crackle of thunder.
"First thing is first, You need to change or you'll freeze." Germany decides on one of his shirts and sweat pants that should help with keeping Italy warm. "Okay all I have is this but..." Germany turns around to face Italy...only to stop when his piercing eyes fall on him.
Italy is completely naked. His soaked clothes on the floor, the excess water coming out of the clothes and onto his floor but he could care less. Italy is hugging himself, shivering, teeth chattering. His light brown hair is darken and stuck to his cheeks which are flushed from being cold. His brown eyes are opened, wide with fear, yet sparkling as tears fall from them. His frame is so small...his body is a bit red from being so cold and his small pink nipples are hard. Everything about this makes Germany bit his lip hard...Gripping his fist to keep his self control. He has to help his friend. Help him now. "P-Put this on Italy." Germany throws the clothes at the small Italian, not able to look at him anymore, his face on fire. "First dry yourself off." Germany gets a towel and throws it at Italy, trying not to look at his body any longer.
"O-Okay but than will Germany hug me? I know you'll keep me warm and safe." Italy says shaky when there's another clash of thunder. The small Italian wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with Germany and hug him tightly but he follows his best friend's orders and drys himself off with the towel before putting on the clothes thrown at him. "V-Ve i'm done!"
While Italy was getting changed, Germany started fixing himself up as well. Making sure to keep his mind off of the naked Italian behind him, he took off his own clothes and dried himself with a towel before putting on a long-sleeve shirt and his sweat pants. He sighs in relief when he feels much warmer than he did before. When he hears Italy say he's done he turns around...and can't help his heart skipping a beat.
Italy in his clothes...is both sexy and adorable. The Italian is much smaller than the built German so the black shirt he gave him goes all the way down to his thighs. The sweat pants he gave him are also too big and they sag...Germany knows if the shirt wasn't so big he could see the V shape of his hips-
Germany was freezing a second ago but now he's feeling very warm.
"Ve Germany cuddle with me!" Italy says quickly before turning around and jumping into the bed...Germany can't even get mad because when Italy jumped on the bed on all fours...his shirt lifted up, giving the German a nice view of those round, perfect cheeks.
Germany tears his eyes away, closing them, trying to calm himself down so he doesn't literally tackle the Italian and show him just how much he excites him. Why does Italy do this to him?
"Germany~" Italy whines his name getting him to gulp, his body getting warmer. He can't stop himself from looking over at Italy though, and he's thankful that the Italian is under his blankets now, looking at him expectantly with those big brown orbs. "Please l-lay down with me. You're cold too and i'm scared!" The desperate look in Italy's eyes...It makes Germany forget about his desires. IT makes his body move, wanting to comfort the Italian, wanting to take away that fear.
"Alright Italy, you're fine. The storm can't hurt you in here." Germany says softly as he gets into bed, sighing at the blanket being around him...but as soon as he got in, Italy tackled him into a hug, causing the German to sputter and his body to feel like it's on fire.
All those desires come right back and full force.
"I-Italy don't you think cuddling with the blanket is enough to keep you warm?" Germany hates that he stuttered...he tries to push Italy off, his heart beating so fast...Italy's warmth making him want to melt into Italy...to just hold him and kiss him...it makes him want to give up.
"No. Germany's muscles are much warmer and better. The blanket doesn't make me feel safe like you do..." Italy looks up from nuzzling his head against Germany's chest, those brown orbs so warm that Germany finds himself wrapping his arms around Italy's waist and bring him closer. "I always feel warm and safe around you. You're better than any blanket! My favorite place to be is in Ludwig's arms."
Maybe it's how warm Italy is against him...how his small chest is pressed against his own. Maybe it's how Italy is clinging to him, as if he needs him. Maybe it's how Italy is looking at him...with those beautiful brown orbs, and charming smile. Maybe it's the fact Italy's wearing his clothes, clothes that could easily be slipped off or maybe it's the fact Germany has been fighting his feelings for so long and he's become weak...maybe it's the fact Italy said his human name. Germany doesn't know the cause, but something snaps in Ludwig. He. Just. Snaps.
He surrenders.
"I can't take anymore!" Germany growls as he flips the two of them over so he's on top of Italy, hovering over him, his heart beating so fast.
"W-What do you mean Germany? Did I do something wrong? Are you angry?" Italy trembles under the German, his eyes wide.
"No...you didn't do anything wrong it's just..." Germany softens at the fear in Italy's eyes...He gently cups Italy's cheek and rubs it before closing his eyes and exhaling. He can't fight it anymore. "I can't do this any more Italy I...I love you!" He shouts, opening his eyes to stare into Italy's wide orbs.
"Ve Germany I love you too! Why-"
"No Italy. I love you not as a friend should. I'm in love with you. I love you like a man loves a woman. I've been in love with you for a long time. I just can't hide it anymore! Being around you...your warmth your smile, your everything, has been driving me crazy! You're all I think about! I can't escape you! I can't beat you! You're weak and you sleep and eat pasta all the time but I can't get enough of you! I care about you and I never want you to leave my side." Germany's face is so red, his heart beating so fast he's afraid it could just stop at any moment. Italy's cheeks are also pink, his beautiful brown eyes widen in shock, his mouth slightly hanging agape...Germany feels embarrassed about all he just said, but the relief he feels is amazing...Getting all of that out of his system. Germany isn't a man who expresses his feelings easily but right now he's not thinking. He's held in his feelings for so long that now they're taking over. Germany isn't thinking about the consequences..all he sees is Italy laying below him and all he wants is the Italian. He's wanted him for so long. "I love you Feli.." Germany leans closer, his lips almost ghosting Italy's as he speaks. "And I don't want to fight it anymore."
Germany leans in, destroying the little space between them, pressing his lips against Italy's. Germany almost groans from the feeling of the Italian's soft lips on his on...oh how he's wanted this. Germany's eyes slip shut in his bliss as he gently kisses Italy's still lips.
Italy's eyes are wide open, his mouth opening in surprise only for Germany's tongue to find his own. Italy's confused about what's happening...about Germany's words and now this kiss. Italy can't help his cheeks flushing or his heart beating faster...Germany's words were said so passionately. Germany...loves him? And this kiss...it's so full of emotion. Italy doesn't understand but he trust Germany. He trusts this warmth on top of him...and soon his eyes slip shut, and his lips move back against Germany's.
A pleased groan rumbles in Germany's throat as he kisses Italy back more eagerly...Germany's lips are warm and rough, just like this man. They kiss Italy hard, yet there's a softness to it that leaves the small Italian breathless. Italy feels his cold body get warm and a odd feeling starting to tighten up his stomach, warmth traveling down his body. Germany's smell is all over him, his big, strong arms holding onto him and rubbing his cheeks as if he didn't, Italy would disappear. The German's large hand lets go of Italy's cheek to get tangled in Italy's brown locks, his tongue caressing Italy's. The small Italian's body is acting in a way it never had before, getting warm and now there's a ache between his legs that he just wants to get rid of. But there's something else...as Germany kisses him so softly and caresses his cheek and his hair...as he breathes in his best friend and remembers his confession...a feeling burns deep in Italy's heart...a feeling he's familiar with...the same feeling he had a long time ago but without his body acting so strange...This feeling he had when Holy Rome kissed him-
The realization hits Italy harder than the freezing water outside ever could.
Italy's body freezes up, his lips stop moving, his stomach turning in horror. NO...No...Italy made a promise...he made a promise to Holy Rome! He can't be...this feeling can't be!...silent tears fall down Italy's face...because he knows. He knows what this feeling is all too well.
And he knows he just betrayed Holy Rome.
Germany stops kissing Italy when he realizes Italy's no longer kissing him back. Germany pulls away, opening his eyes only for them to widen when he sees the tears falling down his best friend's face. The German's face falls completely, those piercing eyes looking guilty. "I-Italy-"
Italy can't look at those eyes. He can't deal with this feeling in his chest. Italy, some how, pushes Germany off of him. He stumbles out of bed and backs away from Germany, his back flat against the wall as he stares at his best friend in horror...He's not afraid of Germany. He's afraid of the feelings that Germany is causing him. Afraid because he knows this feeling...
Germany looks scared himself, Italy's not sure he's ever seen the man look so guilty. Germany swallows, his piercing blue eyes shaking as he reaches out towards Italy, his eyes and his expression so sad. "I-Italy I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done that! W-We can forgot this ever happened okay? I'm sorry Italy...I-I should have contained myself! Please...don't look so scared. I would never hurt you." Germany gets out of bed slowly only for Italy to move away from him quickly, still pressing against the wall. Germany looks so, so sad. The guilt only getting deeper in those eyes of his, making them dull. His shoulders slump. "I-I've let this get out of hand but I promise it won't happen again! Please Italy...if nothing else I need you as my friend...Don't leave me." The last words are nothing but a whisper.
Italy wants to make Germany feel better. He wants to say something but the horror he's feeling is stopping anything from coming out. Italy let out a sob at the word promise. This feeling as he looks at Ludwig...this feeling in his chest that is making him so guilty...It's love. He loves Germany. He loves Germany when he shouldn't.
"I promised..." Italy finds tears falling down his face again as he thinks of those soft blue orbs of Holy Rome...before they are replaced with Germany's piercing blue ones. Italy's heart clutches painfully, closing his eyes because he can't look at Germany any longer. "I promised him I would wait!"
"Italy-"
Italy can't hear his voice any longer. His heart longs for him but his whole being is racked with guilt. So he does the thing he's best at. He runs. He runs away.
"Italy!" Germany sounds desperate again but Italy keeps running. Italy runs out of the room and down the hallway...He runs from his love for Germany, he runs from his guilt, he runs from it all. He wants this feeling to go away. He doesn't want to feel so guilty. He doesn't want to think of Holy Rome...for he broke his promise. Italy kissed Germany back...he felt love for him when he promised Holy Rome he would wait. "Italy please! I'm sorry!" Germany's voice again. Italy knows he's running after him. He can't let himself be caught. He just has to keep running and running...because he can't face anything. He's a coward. He can't face Germany like this...He can't even face himself. He's running from his feelings, denying his heart just as his grandpa told him not to. He just wants to run and run and maybe the problem will be gone by the time he's done running.
"Italy stop! The storm!-"
Italy doesn't listen to the warning. Before he knows it' he's running out of the front door, getting hit hard by the freezing rain water. He keeps running though. He can't stop. He'll run and then when he comes back everything will be back to normal. He knows it's a lie but he holds on to it. He doesn't even feel the water, his guilt and this feeling in his chest is all he can think about. Italy hopes Germany doesn't follow him but he knows he will. Germany will run after him and get sick because of him. Italy isn't mad at Germany, not at all. He wishes he could comfort him...but right now he can't do anything but run.
Germany keeps calling his name..but it gets fainter and fainter as he keeps running...by the time he stops, Italy can't hear him at all. Italy pants loudly, his body freezing and his stomach twisting. He hugs himself...too tired to run anymore. I was suppose to wait...I...
"Aw what's the matter Italy? Are you sad? I'll take the pain away." Italy looks up at the familiar voice...just in time to see a piece of metal fly his way, smacking him right in the head.
That's the last thing he sees before it all goes dark.
What have I done? What' have I done? What have I done?! Germany' is screaming at himself on the inside, screaming Italy's name on the outside. The German moves his body as fast as he can, the freezing rain water hitting him hard, making his shirt get drenched and hang on his body, weighing him down. No matter how fast he runs, no matter how loud he screams Italy's name...the Italian keeps running. Not only that, but Italy is slowly running so fast that Germany can barely see him now...fading away in the fog of the storm.
Germany is losing Italy. He feels it in his being. He feels it in his soul and it feels like he's falling apart. Germany has witnessed his solders, his own people, die in gruesome ways. He's witnessed a man get blown to bits, his limps flying in the sky and his blood and flesh falling down from the sky as if it was rain water. He's seen a mother hold her baby against her chest, stroking his hair that couldn't hide the bullet hole through his head. Germany has been through a lot. He's been shot at, he's been beaten...After losing World War 2, he was barely alive. Everything ached. He was put to shame, having to stand in front of the allies as they stared at him with contempt and decided what to do with him. But even all the pain he was in after World War 2...it doesn't even compare to the pain he feels now. Even after going through so much, Germany has never fallen to madness. He's endured the cries of his people, and the wails of the dying... He's never given up and he always stood tall but this...No...He feels like he's losing it, because he's losing Italy.
Once again he's done something he can't take back.
Germany doesn't' know what happened. He just couldn't hold in his feelings any longer. He...Gott he just jumped on Italy and started ravishing him! Kissing him and touching him...but it felt so right. Germany felt happiness when he was kissing Italy, happiness and relief...especially when Italy kissed him back. Germany thought it was okay. He thought that maybe that it meant Italy returned his feelings. He felt so, so happy...but Germany was wrong. He was so very wrong. Germany was not prepared for the tears he saw his best friend shed...tears because of him. He was not prepared for the way he shoved him away and moved away from him...He was not prepared for the way Italy looked at him...like he was a monster...Like he was afraid of Germany. Right when Germany saw those tears he knew he made a horrible, horrible mistake. Germany felt so scared, so ashamed...even after kissing Italy like that, he had the guts to actually ask for Italy to stay his friend! To actually forget what he just did! Even now he's selfish...He still wants Italy to be his friend when he has betrayed their friendship. Germany knows he should have never kissed Italy. He shouldn't have done it...now Italy is afraid of him. Because of Germany's mistake, now he's running away from him..Now Germany is in this damn storm and Italy is going to get sick because of him!
Why...Why did he do it? Germany knows the answer. It's a selfish one because he's selfish. He kissed Italy because he wanted to. Because he was tired of fighting. He surrendered without much of a fight, and because of that, he's hurt Italy. Germany made Italy cry. All Germany wanted was to show Italy how much he loves him. And maybe...he was hoping that Italy loved him back. Germany should have kept control. Germany promised to protect Italy but he can't even protect him from himself.
Germany can't explain this feeling. This horrible feeling of guilt. Or this horrible feeling of fear...and angst. Italy looking at him with fear...running from him...it hurts. Germany is use to having to chase Italy, whether it be because he's trying to run from training or because he wants to race, or because Italy has broke something in his home...but those times, Italy ran not from him, he ran because he didn't want to do something or because he was in the wrong. This time Italy is running from him. This time Italy is running from him for good. If Italy gets away...Germany knows he won't come back. He won't come back and he'll get sick. He'll get sick and who will take care of him? His brother is never home...always with Spain...can't he see Germany loves him? He'll say sorry over and over again if he has to. He'll forget about the kiss and he'll hold back his feelings. He'll do all he has to...just so Italy will stay his friend. Stay by his side.
"ITALY!" Germany roars out in concern and fear when he can no longer see Italy. He's disappeared into the fog and it seems the rain water has gotten colder. Germany is numb. He has no jacket to protect his body with and right now he doesn't care. He doesn't care about what happens to him. Italy is out there, without a jacket, in this horrible storm...crying and afraid because of him. " PLEASE!" He keeps running, he won't stop till he finds Italy. In his roar he hears his voice crack, a sob escaping his throat but he bites his lip. He won't sob again. He won't show how pathetic he is right now. He wont' show how close he is to breaking down. War couldn't break him down. Death and pain couldn't break him down...
But this sweet Italian can easily be his breaking point. Italy is his true weakness.
Germany keeps running straight, praying that Italy didn't make any turns. He keeps running, his jagged breathing coming out as smoke from the cold. His piercing blue eyes shaking, scanning the fog desperately for the Italian.
Then...he sees him. Germany's eyes get wide, relief flooding his being when he see the back of the Italian...it looks like he has his hands on his knees, panting. He's shriving. He's cold. But he's here. Germany opens his mouth, not able to help himself, about to call out Italy's name-
There's a sickening cracking sound that is louder then the thunder to Germany. The blond's man's eyes widen in horror, his body halting when he sees Italy's body fall to the ground limply...His blood pooling around his head. Even in this darkness Germany can see it. Germany's eyes slowly look up and can't help his stomach twisting in confusion...and sicking realization.
"Well hello." A flash of lighting illuminates those purple eyes...but they couldn't look more dead. Hallow. They are the eyes of death itself. No emotion is there except for darkness. The man's pale skin makes him look more dead then alive, more of like a haunting ghost then a human. "Germany."
"Russia..." Germany's eyes fall down to the bloody pipe that the man is holding his hands...the pipe that stuck Italy. That struck his love. His eyes snap up, meeting with those empty evil purple orbs. He feels a deep, deep, indescribable rage burn his very soul, his teeth baring like an animal. He glances at Italy's limp form before his rage doubles. He's so angry, he can't move. He stands there shaking, his face getting red, the realization kicking in...as he stares at those fucking purple eyes.
"You should have listened to England..." Russia chuckles, it's chilly, it's a dead man's chuckle. Russia drops his pipes and he grabs Italy's arm. He touches him with those hands of death just like the grim reaper would while calming the dead. "Maybe things would have turned out differently-"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM!" Germany roars, spit coming out of his mouth as he barks. He can finally move. His large body charges toward Russia like a tank, wanting nothing more than to rip this man apart. It's all too clear to him now that it has been Russia this whole time. He's the one that cursed Italy. He's the one that hurt him. Not only that...but he just busted his beloved's head open. Now he's dragging his body like Italy is nothing. Like he's nothing but a corpse. Nothing but a piece of meat.
Russia only smiles at his pending death...closing his eyes in it as he begins to fade away...holding Italy close to his chest...the small Italian's blood still dripping from his head. "It's a bit late for that...don't you think?"
Right when Germany gets on him, his hands reaching out to rip Russia apart...he disappears. He disappears with Italy. He's gone. He took Italy. Germany lets out a roar of frustration and agony, the rain water falling harder on him as if the sky can feel his pain. If Germany was losing it before, he's definably losing it now. He starts to punch and kick the ground were Russia was standing, ripping up the grass from the roots, growling and barking out curses. He curses Russia. He curses the land. But most of all he curses himself.
Germany has failed Italy completely. Italy's blood is on the ground. Italy has been taken.
Germany's blind rage starts to fade into something like desperation, seeing that destroying the grass isn't going to get him Italy back. He cries out Italy's name, as if Italy would just come back to him. As if he would just appear out of thin air. Germany doesn't know what to do. He's never felt so helpless. Germany yells out another loud curse before he starts running back home...his heart pounding, his breathing hitching. Germany is numb to the rain now. He's numb to how his body is freezing...all he can feel is this pain and deep fear in his chest.
This is all his fault.
Germany runs into the house, the door already opened. He runs till he's right in front of his brother's door. He doesn't care what his brother and Canada are doing. He doesn't care about anything but Italy as he kicks the door with all his might. The door is sent flying off it's hinges, and down the stairs. He hears Prussia's voice say something...but Germany's mind is foggy with panic and horror.
"W-West?" Prussia looks up at him from down in the basement, his red eyes wide before they change to a look of concern when he sees the state Germany is in. He must look crazy. He feels crazy. "west what happened? Are you okay-"
Is he okay?! "NO!" Germany roars. Everything is not okay! Not okay at all! Everything is falling apart and he can do nothing to stop it! He's failed...He's failed and he's hurt Italy. "Russia took Feli!" Germany chokes out, his roar breaking into an odd sound that could be mistaken as a growl...but Germany knows it's a sob.
"What?" Prussia's face changes completely. Canada and Prussia exchange a look he doesn't understand and before he knows it, Prussia is rushing up the stairs, ignoring his pain, winching deeply but Canada is quick to help him up the rest of the way...The Canadian is frowning deeply, looking at Prussia with concern. "What do you mean Russia took Italy? What the hell happened?" Prussia puts a hand on Germany...Germany just realizing now his own body is shaking. From rage. From fear. From agony. He doesn't know. Germany can't handle a comforting touch. He doesn't deserve to be comforted. Germany moves away from his brother, his breathing becoming heaver. His mind isn't in a stable place. That he knows. Prussia's eyes flash with more worry before he looks over at Canada. "Birdie hurry. Get my brother a towel. He's freezing!"
Canada is quick to respond. He doesn't say a word, he just turns and runs, disappearing like a ghost. Prussia's eyes are back on Germany, those red eyes full of rage and worry as he looks at the state his little brother is in. "West what-"
"Russia took him! He bashed him over the fucking head! I shouldn't have done it but I couldn't hold it in and then he started to cry! He ran from me out in the storm. He just ran and ran and I lost him! I lost him. I lost him!" Germany starts to repeat 'I lost him' over and over again, the moment Russia took him away and the fear in Italy's eyes as he looked at Germany replaying over and over again...like a record continuing to skip in his head.
Only when Germany is struck in the face does the skipping stop. The blonde's eye widen, his head thrown to the side at the force...but his mad ramblings have stopped. The fogginess seems to have cleared a bit as he's then grabbed by the shoulders and shook by the man that struck him. "West! Get a hold of yourself! I couldn't understand anything you were saying! Losing your shit isn't going to help Italy!" Prussia shakes him again, those red eyes looking at him with concern.
Germany isn't angry that his brother struck him. In a way he's glad for it. It seems to have set him straight...and he can't help to feel as if he's deserved it. "...I've done something horrible brother." Germany wheezes out as Prussia lets go of him.
"What do you mean West?" Prussia frowns deeply, wincing from the pain he must be in.
"I kissed Feli." Germany starts to pace back and forth, his body and his soul restless. Prussia's eye brows raise.
"How is that bad? I thought you said Russia took Italy-"
"He did! And it's all my fucking fault! Because I kissed Italy when he didn't want it brother. You should have seen the way he looked at me! Like I was a monster! I hurt him with a kiss! He cried, brother. Italy doesn't love me like I love him and I knew that but I kissed him anyway! Because of that he ran from me. He ran out into the storm and I lost him! When I found him...I was too late. Russia had hit him over the head with a pipe...his blood was leaking from his head brother. Then Russia grabbed him...I couldn't get to him in time! Russia faded away...taking Feli with him!" Germany keeps wheezing as if he has no oxygen.
"It's not your fault West." Prussia puts a hand on his shoulder, but Germany smacks it away.
"Not my fault?! Did you not here the part when I kissed him? Did you not here the part when Russia took him away?! I'm suppose to protect him!" Germany bellows in both rage and agony.
"You were just following your heart West! You didn't mean to hurt him! And you didn't know Russia was after Italy...we both thought It was England but we were wrong!"
"Wait..." Germany stops to look at his brother. "How do you know that? How do you know it was Russia? I just found out! Were you hiding this from me-"
"No! Russia came busting into the house. Canada and I had to fight the fucker and he ended up locking us in the basement. It was pretty obvious then who cursed Italy..." Prussia grips his fist. "Where were you? Canada said he couldn't find you!"
Germany remembers the banging he heard in the basement when he was carrying Italy back to the bedroom...so that's what that was. Germany stiffens at the memory of italy and him playing football...such a sweet memory turned sour with the memory of Italy's blood on the wet ground. "We were out playing football..." Germany says quietly..remembering how Italy had smiled at him back then...will Italy ever smile at him like that again? Even if he's able to save Italy...will he ever look at him the same? Or will he run away again?
At this moment it doesn't matter. Italy's safety Is the only thing that matters.
"I'm sorry." A small voice says to Germany's right, getting him to glance over at Canada that's holding out a towel towards him, a very sad look on his face, guilt written over his features. "I-I came here to take Italy back to Britain...I lied to you but i'm really sorry that I failed in getting italy away in time. If I had-"
"Birdie. It's not your fault." Prussia cuts in, seeming weaker. Canada moves to his side, holding him up.
"Wait a minute, you came here to take Italy away?!" Germany fums...his rage being directed towards Canada. "If you would have done that Italy would be okay!-"
"West don't accuse him." Prussia's eyes narrow just a bit. " I know you're upset but it's not like he could take Italy away with you glued to him."
Germany just growls...he knows it's true though. He would have never let Canada take Italy, even if Canada had told him Russia was after Italy...he wouldn't have believed him.
"...I-I know you don't like England...but since Russia has taken Italy, he's the only one I can think that can help." Canada says nervously, still looking a bit guilty, his eyes shifting.
"Britain is hours away! We don't have hours!" Germany can hear the desperation in his own voice. Russia can't have Italy for hours. Italy is already hurt. Italy needs him. And he needs him now. Russia isn't a nation to fuck with. He knows this from experience...from horrible, horrible experience. He should have never tried to take on Russia in his own land...He remembers the cold, and how his men kept falling and falling, the cold killing them before any bullet could.
Russia is strong, twisted, cold and he has Italy. He has his love.
"I have a way we can get to Britain in seconds. "Canada suddenly says confidently, something flashing through his eyes as he looks between Germany and Prussia who are now looking at him with confusion. "Follow me." Canada mumbles as he helps Prussia walk with him. Germany follows after him anxious, getting more confused when Canada leads him into his den. Canada lets go of Prussia to fall on his knees in front of a broken paint brush and black liquid on Germany's floor. "This was given to me from England so I could make it back to America...forgive me for this but I'm sure this will take us right to England." Canada grabs the half of the paint brush with the bristles. He dips it in the liquid that hasn't dried and draws a square and triangle in a circle.
Germany is too upset and worried to care that this nation is ruining his floor with Britain's weird shit. If this can take him to America fast to get to Britain fast...if Britain can get him to Russia...if Britain can save Italy. He'll swallow all his pride. He needs Britain's help.
"A-Alright let's all stand on it." Canada waits till Prussia and Germany are on it before he gets on it. Canada takes a deep breath...seeming worried now. Prussia puts a arm around Canada...the two nations exchange a look Germany can't understand...he's never seen his brother look so...odd. He holds Canada close, almost possessively...and then Germany remembers Italy's words.
"Prussia and Canada like each other!"
...ah. Germany sees it now. Italy was right. It only turns his stomach more, gripping his fist anxiously. He's about to scream at Canada that nothing is happening but then suddenly...all Germany sees is darkness..and it feels like he's floating, but there's nothing holding him up. He's traveling, going somewhere in this darkness.
This would scare most people...but the only true fear Germany has is for Italy. Fear that he won't see him again. Fear that Russia will hurt him more or worse. Fear. He's afraid when he's never afraid.
Italy brings out the best in him but also the worse too.
"America!" England's eyes suddenly widen, shaking the Alfred's shoulder but the other blonde barely glances his way, his eyes on the new person in the room, his fist shaking. "Canada has made the pentagram! I'll get him back here right away. We need all the help we can get with how things have turned out..." England frowns over at Poland who is still standing on the pentagram England had used to send him over here. Poland had called them, saying something about 'twilight' and 'braid' but England was able to get out the part when he said Russia took Lithuania. Something seemed different about this nation's attitude...and even now Poland has a blank look on his face, staring at America who looks like he wants to punch something.
Things aren't going good for them at all. If Lithuania is taken then that means Russia is after Italy next-
England looks over to the right, there's a bright light that blinds England for a moment but he knows who this is. He knows Canada has come back. England walks towards the light quickly. "Canada! Thank goodness you're back we have-" England stops in his tracks when the light fades away.
Canada isn't alone. England takes in Prussia leaning on Canada, his red eyes tired but his expression serious. Germany is behind Canada but the large country is soon marching towards England, his expression something Britain has never seen on this man before. Desperation. Fear. Those piercing blue eye shake. England can't help to take a step back, putting up his hands just in case he's going to have to fight. America is by England's side in a blink of an eye, glaring darkly at Germany...only to turn his gaze at Prussia and Canada, his eyes widen before they narrow.
"Get your hands off Mattie!" America stays by England though because Germany is getting closer.
"America." Canada frowns at his brother. Prussia only tightens his grip around Canada's waist, getting America' to grind his teeth.
"England! Russia took Italy!" Germany stops so he's right in front of England, his fist clenching and unclenching. England can hear the agony in this man's voice, the angst. England's whole body turns cold at the news, his green orbs widening and his chest tightening. "You need to help me get him back! Russia hit him over the fucking head and took him!"
"Hey!, like, Lithuania was taken,like, first. I ask for help first." Poland takes a step forward, crossing his arms and huffing.
"I don't give a damn about Lithuania!" Germany snaps before turning those desperate eyes on England. "I should have believed you. I got too caught up in my hatred of you that I was blind to the truth. I'm sorry but you have to help me. I..." Germany swallows down...gripping his fist tightly that his knuckles turn white. "I need your help!"
England's eyes are still wide, his heart picking up speed at thinking of Italy getting hit over the head and Russia stealing him away. England closes his eyes, trying to calm down his breathing. "Damn it...Russia is always a step ahead of me! I tried so hard to prevent this..." England turns his back on Germany, and all the nations' gazes. "The Russian bastard..." England snarls, thinking of Italy. Thinking of his warm smile and his kind words. Thinking of those moments of cooking together and playing football. Thinking of those nights with Italy beside him in bed, keeping his loneliness away. England thinks of how Italy helped him...how he looked at him like a friend when England kidnapped him. He thinks of how Italy accepted his dark secret and how he helped him express his feelings. Because of italy...Eagland now has America. Now his friend is in trouble. Who knows what Russia will do with him? With that innocent soul? "Of course I'll help you!" England whips around, his eyes on fire, seeming to surprise the other nations. "But only because Italy is my friend too. I won't let Russia win." England glances over at Poland who looks like he's about to say something. " Russia has both Italy and Lithuania. We need to work together to save them!"
Germany nods...his eyes seem to relax only a tiny bit in relief, as he looks at England a bit differently. Maybe it's respect. Or maybe it's appreciation. England doesn't know.
"So what's the, like, plan?" Poland comes closer, he almost seems anxious. "It's cool were all working together but , like, most of you look like shit. Russia is one scary nation."
"I don't look like shit! I'm awesome and ready to go!" Prussia's eyes narrow, looking like he's about to jump on Poland.
"Prussia..." Canada frowns, rubbing the older nation's shoulders, this seems to relax Prussia because he makes a odd sound and leans more into Canada. America glares at Prussia, gripping his fist.
"I'm fine too. Russia doesn't stand a chance against the hero!"
"No Poland is right. We can't just go to Russia in our condition. That's why we are going to make a pit stop at my home. There I'll have enough magic to heal you all. We need to be at our best. I'm sure Russia will be expecting us so we will need all the help we can get." England looks at all the nations slowly. "This is a war against Russia but we will not get our nations or bosses involved. It's Arthur, Alfred, Ludwig, Gilbert, Matthew, and Feliks vs Ivan."
"I agree. We can't get our nations or bosses involved." Germany says quickly, something flashing through his eyes...but he seems to dismiss whatever he was thinking about. This is much more important to him. "England, I've been in war with Russia once...on his own land. I know the dangers of it. I think it will be in our best interest if you were able to put us right into Russia's home."
"Yes I know but you see I can't do that unless my pentagram is in his home." England bites his lip. "I'll get us as close up to it's doors as I can but i'm suspecting that Russia will have something waiting for us. There's six of us here. I think two of us should fight the obstacles so the other four can make it through. Once the two are already fighting it's up to the other four to make it deeper into the castle. Together the four will go against Russia."
"I'm going to be one of the four." Germany says quickly, stepping up and gripping his fist. "I'm going to kill that bastard for what he's done!"
"I'm going to be part of the four too!" Poland raises his hand. "He took like, Lithuania. It's not like I really care...it's just like...who will I boss around anyway?" Poland mumbles quickly, those green eyes skitting away.
"I have to be part of the four...I'll be able to locate Russia." England says.
"I'm going to be part of the four!" America says at the same time as Prussia. The two men glare daggers at each other. "I'm the hero. I can beat Russia, you're just an ex-nation."
"Fuck you! I can kick your fat ass any day! I'm awesome and i'm going to be with my brother!" Prussia fums.
"I think America should be apart of the four. He has more raw strength and Lithuania is important to him-" England starts.
"Italy is important to me too! Hell, he's my family." Prussia's eyes narrow at that.
"well you both can't go..." England frowns. "If so, Canada will be alone to fight whatever Russia has waiting for us."
this gets both Prussia and America to tense. They both open their mouths.
"Never mind, I'm staying with birdie!"
"Never mind, I'm saying with Mattie!"
Prussia and America glare darkly at each other. "Like hell if I'm going to let you alone with my brother! You stupid ex-nation! He'll get hurt with you!"
"Oh yeah? Where were you when the bastard Russia was attacking birdie? No where but I was there and I saved him from Russia choking him to death! The awesome me is better at protecting birdie then you ever could fat ass!"
"I-I don't really need protection." Canada waves his hands in the air, trying to stop the two's fighting. "Please don't fight you two." He says with a frown.
"...America I think you should be a part of the four. I might need you." England grabs onto America's hand after seeing the look Prussia and Canada exchanged...England knows that look, and he knows America won't be happy but he thinks it's best anyway for America to be with them.
America grips his fist...opening and closing his mouth, but when he looks over at England, and those green orbs he adores...his shoulders slump and he sighs. "Alright..." America's eyes narrow over at Prussia. "But if Mattie gets hurt, i'm going to kick your ass."
"Birdie won't get hurt." Prussia says seriously, pulling Canada closer to him, possessively. This only makes America's eyes narrow more.
"Now that that's settled lets hurry up! We are wasting time! Who knows what that bastard is doing to feli?!" Germany looks like he's getting desperate again. "Hurry up and take us to your place!"
"I'm with, like, Germany. Hurry it up!" Poland taps his foot on the ground, flipping his hair. "I'm missing, like, my soap operas for this! Ryan was totally going to , like, admit he likes Jill today!"
"Right, everyone grab on to one another. We do need to hurry. We don't want to give Russia the time to be prepared for us!" England squeezes America's hand and grabs Canada's hand with the other. Prussia grabs Germany and Poland grabs Germany and America. England closes his eyes, feeling the magic flow through his veins.
Italy's bright smile flashes through his mind before he feels his body fade away with everyone else. I'm coming Italy old chap... England grips his fist.
I won't let you fall.
Lithuania shivers, his blue eyes slowly opening, a groan rumbling in his throat. His eyes look around his surroundings groggily but when he sees the gray walls of a cell, his eyes snap open, wide and alert. He sits up quickly, looking around with wide terrified eyes. He hugs himself tighter, it's so cold in here he can see his breath puff out before him. The small nation is about to start yelling when his eyes fall on someone else in this cell. Lithuania gasps, his eyes widening in recognition. "Mr. I-Italy?"
The nation in question doesn't respond to him. He's laying on his side, his brown hair in his face, covering his eyes. He's so still...the only way Lithuania knows he's still alive is the small puff of smoke coming out from between his lips. Lithuania frowns deeply, seeing the gash on Italy's forehead..it looks like it was recent but it's already starting to heal.
What is going on? Where are they?...Lithuania's eyes widen when he remembers those haunting purple eyes...the fear he felt, and Poland's outstretched hand. He has to bite his hand to stop his scream. He was taken by Russia. He's in Russia's cell. He's going to die. He knows he is. Lithuania's shaking eyes look over at Italy...The nation's body is so still. Did Russia take him too?...What does he want with Italy?...does he want to kill him also?
Lithuania finds himself crawling over to the other nation, realizing that his hair is no longer in a braid...his brown locks fall beside his cheeks, giving him barely any warmth. He crawls over to Italy before grabbing the small nation and holding him close, trying to give Italy warmth but also trying to warm himself. He needs someone to hold. He needs to feel some kind of warmth before Russia steals it away from him for good.
Russia will steal everything from him.
Italy's shallow breathing can be felt against Lithuania's cheek as he cradles the other country, feeling sorry for him. This man is use to the warmth of the sun. He's not use to cold weather. He also got a hard hit to the head, the poor thing. Lithuania tries rubbing the small man's hands, trying to warm his freezing flesh with his own. Holding Italy like this...Lithuania can't help to think of Poland. Can't help to think of those rare moments when Poland would hold him when he was cold. When he would cuddle with him and hold him like he cares...
Poland's face as he reached out for him flashes through his mind...he wasn't laughing at him...he almost looked..concern? Could it really be so? Could Poland actually care about him? Lithuania doesn't want to get his hopes up. He shouldn't even care after all Poland has done to him...but he does.
He shouldn't care about Poland when he's about to die.
Lithuania tenses when he hears a harsh scrapping sound...the large stone door moving out of the way, opening up the cell. The brown haired male tightens his grip on Italy...more to comfort himself and feel as if he's not alone. He's not of course. It seems Italy shares his same fate...
It's marked by the tattoos on their flesh. The same design. Cursed by the same person...and will fall by the same person.
Russia strides into the cell, his purple eyes hold nothing but dark glee as he takes the two men in the corner, shriving. The cell seems to get colder with his presence. Those eyes gleam as he takes in how Lithuania is holding Italy and he tilts his head. "Aw. How cute." Russia smiles. "And how rude of me. Are my guests cold?" His smile twists.
"W-What are you going to do with us?" Lithuania squeaks out, cursing himself for sounding so scared as he holds Italy closer to his chest.
"Oh I'm not going to do anything to you Lithuania but you see...little Italy there has something that now belongs to me." Russia simply smiles.
"Brother." Russia tenses slightly but his smile stays on his face as he glances over at Belarus who has just walked into the cell. Her face is blank as she looks at Lithuania before she looks at Russia. "You know those bastards will try to ruin your fun. Let me help you. Ill make sure your happy." She drags her hand up and down Russia's arm. "your happiness is my happiness my beloved brother."
Russia shivers slightly, seeming uncomfortable but then something flashes through his eyes and he chuckles. "hm...since you don't want to listen to me when I told you not to get involved...you could have gotten hurt with America and England da?" Russia glances at her before his eyes fall on Lithuania. "How about you take Lithuania and entertain him da? I'll take care of Italy..." His lips curl again.
"of course! Anything for you brother." Belarus purrs, pawing at Russia's arm possessively before her dark eyes fall on Lithuania who tenses. "I will stand with you and soon we'll be together..." she grips her nails in Russia's arm. "Forever~" She sings.
Russia gulps and quickly moves away from her, giving her a smile. "Why don't you take Lithuania now da?"
"Yes." Belarus looks over at Lithuania...her smile twisting in glee as she walks over, her shoes making a clanking sound. Lithuania feels relieved that he only has to deal with Belarus. Back when he was under Russia's hold, she was nice. They use to go out on dates to walk around her country. She would always go on about Russia...and Lithuania would listen. Her obsession with her brother is a little unsettling but Lithuania has never had a problem with her...but this could be a whole other ball game. Lithuania is ripped away from Italy by Belarus...her dark eyes lighting up. "Me and you are going to have some fun..." She smiles, and it's odd, unnatural. Her grip is strong as she pulls Lithuania away but the brown haired man struggles looking back at Italy with wide eyes.
"W-Wait no! Russia don't hurt him! He's just a kid! Don't-" Lithuania can't finshed before he's pulled away from Russia and Italy...at the mercy of Belarus who is smiling oddly to herself, her eyes out of focus.
Russia watches Lithuania and Belarus leave before he turns those haunted eyes on Italy. The small Italian is laying on the cold stone floor, his small chest moving up and down slowly. Russia feels his lips twitch in excitement. He can practically feel this man's warmth even in this cold room. He can hear his precious heart beat. Russia walks over and gently, oh so gently, he picks Italy up, holding him bridle style, holding him with care as if he's holding a baby. Russia puts a hand over Italy's heart, closing his eyes and smiling at the feeling...
The feeling that will soon be his.
"I like you Italy. I really do. It's too bad that it has to be this way." Russia chuckles as he turns and starts walking out of the cell. "That was a joke. It's not too bad. I'll get warmth and I'll have your heart. I will get my happy ending...The monster gets to have the last say in this story. In real life, the good guys don't win." Russia leans, giving Italy a soft kiss the cheek. His lips freezing and his lips curling in a sick smile. "I've betrayed your trust...it turns out your guardian angel is a demon da?" Russia disappears into a room, carrying Italy with him.
"And I just betrayed you with a kiss."
Here it is! Finally Gerita huh? Of course it didn't turn out so well...Please review and tell me what you think! Hope the wait wasn't too bad.
Till next time:)