I do not own Hetalia!
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Warnings: Language
Rating: M
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Germanys POV
Italy sat down and cried. Germany stopped and frowned looking at the young boy. Why was he crying now? Germany sighed, Italy could be crying for so many reasons...but for some reason it still jabbed at his heart to see the love of his life like that...
"Hey!" Germany hollered sending Italy in the air. "Vhat are you doing?" He asked sternly.
"Ve~ Germany, Im just resting! Cant I rest?" Italy begged crying somemore from being scared of the large German.
"Nein! You just took a nap, and we havent been running for two minutes! Get going!" He hollered and Italy scurried away crying and hollering something about Germany being a big meanie.
Germany sighed and picked at his food causing Italy concern. "Ve...Germany?" Italy asked a little scared that Germany would snap at him.
"You can go to be after you finish eating Italy..." Germany said picking up his plate and taking it to the small kitchen and cleaning it off. Italy just stared at him frowning.
"Im going for a walk..." Germany said grabbing a thin coat and his keys before stepping out and locking the door behind him.
Italys POV
What is wrong? Italy wanted to ask him that, but he was scared Germany would hurt him again...Italy still had the bruises from before and he really didnt want to be touched by the German again for a very long time. Italy wondered what had happened to the shy German who couldnt even admit his feelings towards Italy.
"Germany-san, Italy-san, prease come in." Japan said bowing, letting his two friends come inside his large Japanese Style house. Italy looked around and smiled.
"Ve~ Its so nice! I love your house Japan!" Italy giggled and took off his shoes out of respect for Japans house rules before settling under the Kotatsu. "Germany~come sit with me!" Germany nodded and sat next to the Italian who wiggled up close to him.
Germany blushed and looked away placing a hand over his face to hide the blush. Italy saw Japan raise an eyebrow and Italy looked at him confused, but Japan just shook his head and excused himself to get some snacks.
After a quick talk of how things were going, which Italy slept through they all decided to go to the hot spring behind Japans house. Italy was the first one their having already stripped. He sank in the water and sighed.
Italy opened a eye and almost wished he hadnt. Germany was taking off his clothes, Italys eyes went wide as he watched the man he had a crush on take his clothing off. Italy closed his eyes and waited till he heard Japan and Germany talk before he opened them.
He looked over and saw Germany leaning back in the spring his arms resting on the ground beside him. His hair was let down, and he seemed so relaxed. Italy bit his lip and looked away. Why was Germany so handsome?He wondered.
"...Italy." Italy looked up and blushed. "I said what do you think italy...are you okay?" Germany asked reaching out to feel Italys head to make sure he wasnt overheated, (Italy hated to admit it, he fainted the last time they had gone into the hot spring, but that time he was just with Japan)
Italy blushed even more as Germany came closer. "Yeah...excuse me." He said getting out and grabbing a towel before running to the house. Why did he run? Italy hit himself. He was so stupid, how could Germany be emberrassed with Italy being close to him one minute, and the next completely fine even though they were completely naked.
Italy frowned and wiped a tear away from thinking of that memory. He remembered seeing Germany like that...Italy had never really felt that way about anyone before...the want to make Germany make love to him...Italy shook his head. No now that Germany was gone, replaced with a monster...but Italy realized as he fell onto the bed, he was still in love with this Germany too.
Germanys POV
Germany stumbled back to the house later that night, he had gone drinking and got completely wasted. He stumbled in the small 'house' and locked the door and placed his coat on the ground before stumbling to the bed. He collapsed into it, suddenly hearing a squeak.
Germany pulled the covers back to see Italy shivering under the covers. "What are you doing?" Germany asked, his speech slurring. He looked Italy over with hungry eyes before crashing his mouth into Italys.
Italy pushed him away and wiped his mouth. "Germany...please your drunk!" Italy cried and Germany scoffed.
"You think I dont know that? Its your fault!" Germany screamed at him leaving Italy confused. "This..." Germany pointed to his heart. "Isnt supposed to love!" He hollered. "It gets too attached!" He cried stumblingto the kitchen with a worried Italy following him.
Italy watched in horror as Germany grabbed a knife and tried to plung it into his heart. Italy grabbed his wrist before it was too late. "Germany! Stop!" He cried, tears running down his face.
Germany fought with him for control of the knife but Italy threw it across the room. "Why? You hate me! The keys are in my coat pocket, you can leave, dont try to stop me! I want to die!" He screamed and Italy looked into his eyes seeing a pained expression in them.
"Germany..." Italy placed a hand on his face making him look at him. "Ludwig...I hate what you did to me..." Germany looked away closing his eyes in shame. "But..." Italy pulled his face back to look at him. "I cant hate you...I love you Ludwig...I cant let you kill yourself..." Germanys eyes went wide.
"But...I..." Germany couldnt say anything else, his mouth opened and closed like a fish before Italy kissed him gently on the lips. Germany kissed back wrapping his arms around Italy before collapsing on the floor.
Italy sighed and kissed Germany on the forehead before placing a blanket over him. "I love you..."