Chapter 4

Warnings: Swearing,

Rating: M

I do not own Hetalia!

Germany drove down the street. He had gone to the grocery store and picked up a few things for them to eat. He licked his lips excited to see his little Italian again. Perhaps have a nice fuck before dinner. Germany nearly slapped himself. That wasnt why he had taken Italy hostage...

Germany sighed and frowned. He took the Italian so he would come to his senses and love the German back...Germany hit the steering wheel. He knew he screwed up but it was too late, if he let Italy go now the brat would tell on him...Germany had to keep him close...

Germany pulled into the area and got out picking up the grocerys before walking into the small building and seeing Italy sleeping peacefully. He smiled and placed the items on the table before crossing the room and sitting on the bed. Italy shifted a bit but he kept sleeping. "My Italy..." Germany whispered kissing Italys cheek.

"Get to vork!" Germany screamed at the slacking Italian. "Ve~ But Germany! My legs hurt! And Im hungry!" Germany hissed. "You just ate! Get moving, five laps or no pasta for dinner." Germany smirked knowing this would make Italy run. Italy ran past him as fast as he could crying.

Germany felt a little bad for lying at him, but he had to make sure Italy trained hard. Maybe one day Italy would stop being a wimp. But Germany wasnt going to be always be there...Germany frowned. Why not...why couldnt he just be with Italy forever? Germany shook his head. Italy pretty much lived with him...

Germany wondered if Italy would just move in with him officially...of course Italy probably wouldnt do that, Germany didnt want to scare the boy. Nein...not yet anyways...perhaps he would talk to him sometime later...

Germany smiled remembering that. That was the first time he admited he wanted Italy around forever. It took him a few more years to actually realize he was in love with the Italian. He tried to tell Italy but he just couldnt.

"Italy...Can I talk to you?" Germany asked Italy who looked up at him from his painting.

"Ve~ Germany of course you can!" Italy laughed and Germany felt his heart race as he sat down across from Italy. How was he going to tell him? "Germany? Are you okay?" Italy asked concern on his face. Germany had to stop himself from kissing the sweet look on his Italians face.

"Ja...Italy...Do you have anyone...thats special to you?" Germany asked.

"Ve~ Well I have Fratello, Japan...you!" Italy giggled. Germany sighed. Of course Italy would know what he was talking about.

"Nein Italy...someone...you love...not as friends..." Germany explained and Italys eyes went wide. "I-I..dont...know..."Italy blushed and Germany frowned. "How do you no-"

"I just dont!" Italy screamed at Germany and ran out. Germany felt like crying...so Italy didnt have someone he loved...which ment he didnt love him like Germany loved him. Germany hit the wall and went for a walk to stop the anger from coming out and hurting himself...or Italy.

"I love you Italy..." He whispered.

Germany was crying into the pillow besides Italy. "Italy...why wont you love me?" He whispered gently. "Am I that much of an awful person that you hate me?" Germany sat up and walked around the room. He didnt realize that Italy was awake.

"I mean...what I did was wrong! But...I just want you to love me! Im scared that if I let you leave you wont come back..." He cried and punched the wall causing a dent. "I want...to make you mine...have a family with you..." Germany didnt realize that Italy was up until he wrapped his arm around the larger man.

"Germany...why did you hurt me then?" He asked. Germany froze. "Italy..." He said standing up and taking the Italians arms off. "Dont. Touch. Me." Germany growled scaring Italy. He heard me cry...spill my heart out at him...he hates me... Germany pushed past him and frowned. "Just, stay here!" He screamed.

Germany gasped when Italy grabbed him and kissed him. "Dont leave me!" He cried. Germany gasped and held Italy close. "Italy...I dont understand..." Italy pulled away and blinked. "Im sorry Germany!" He said backing away. "Im sorry! I think Ill make dinner!" Italy said running over to the grocerys. Germany frowned. What just happened?

"About those rules..." Italy said and Germany smiled.

"Oh yes...well Rule one, you are already doing, cook three meals a day for us." He smiled and sat down at the table. "Rule two, you will not talk back to me." Italy flinched. "Rule three, you will not refer to me as Germany. You will call me Ludwig, love, or husband." Italy dropped the knife he was holding.

"H-husband?" Italy asked shocked. Germany smiled. "I wanted a family, Im your husband..." He whispered in Italys ear wrapping his arms around Italy. "Rule Four...when I want love you will not push me away." He said kissing Italys neck. Italy squirmed. "Germany!" He screamed as Germany bit his neck. "What did I tell you!" Germany hit him across the face.

"Im sorry Ludwig..."Italy sniffed and Germany smiled. "Finish cooking." He said walking off.

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