Title: Love's Aftermath
Pairings: Italy/Germany, Spain/Romano, Spain/Italy, France/Canada, England/America, (Japan/Greece, Prussia/Hungary, Austria/Switzerland) - added
Italy's pregnant, Germany's gone missing and Romano just won't quit, have these kids STILL not got their act together?
Chapter 9 - Fixing Love and Promises
"...is this your first time in Venice?"
"Ja...I take it it's not yours?"
"Sì...I used to live here when I was a child."
Germany nodded, propping his suitcase up against the large double bed in their hotel room, he stayed stood by it, fingering the handle with unease. Italy sat himself down on the edge of the bed, smiling up at the German, trying to get a smile back. Germany's unreadable, slightly wary face remained the same, he stayed stood awkwardly at the end of the bed despite Italy's obvious attempts to get him to sit next to him. He still wasn't entirely sure about agreeing to this. Germany hadn't thought about the fact that the room was booked with a double bed, and he was already contemplating how awkward it was going to be later that night when they had to get in it together. However the room did also have a sofa so perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward.
Italy's smile faltered as the silence between them somehow seemed to grow louder and didn't show any sign of ending, it was even worse than the drive over. Italy sighed slightly, he'd tried his best to get the German to talk to him on the way over, the whole time whilst they were driving through the beautiful city he'd tried to engage Germany in conversation. He'd pointed out historical landmarks and talked about the history of his country, not that the Italian himself was too bothered by but Germany had always found that stuff interesting. As they got deeper into the city and closer to the hotel he'd pointed out good places to eat and fun places to go...the German merely grunted and concentrated on driving, not glancing at the Italian once during the journey...not even when Italy starting crying.
'I have to try harder, I have to make Germany forgive me, this is my last chance...I need to show him the best time ever and be super amazing and helpful so he wants me back.' Italy thought to himself, he was very aware of their current situation, at the hospital France had been clear in stating that if Germany was willing to go to Venice with him then he must be willing to give them another chance...even if he wasn't acting like it. Italy stood up off the bed and went to take Germany's suitcase, "I'll help you unpack." he went to lift the heavy case but stumbled under the weight of it, almost falling over in the process.
"Don't, let me." Germany grabbed the handle with one hand and lifted it with ease onto the bed before doing the same with Italy's slightly smaller case.
"Grazie." Italy smiled, zipping open his case and releasing his dishevelled belongings onto the bed, Germany rolled his eyes at Italy's untidiness as he started to unpack his own, carefully putting his neatly ironed clothes into the wardrobe. Italy frowned slightly, Germany would nearly always go insane at the Italian's mess and proceed to clean it up for him and fold away his clothes...now he just ignored it, concentrating on his own belongings. 'It's like he really doesn't care anymore...' Italy thought sadly as he started to gather together his clothes, stuffing them into some draws.
Germany carefully pushed his and Italy's cases under the bed once they were packed, he did it as slowly as possible, knowing that once he was done it would once again be awkward between them. It was. Italy sat back down on the bed, patting the space next to him in the hope that Germany would take the hint. The German hesitated slightly but allowed himself to sit down next to Italy, yet left some space between them, "So Germany..." Italy turned to him on the bed, smiling cheerily like he always used to, "What do you want to do first?"
Germany shrugged, keeping his gaze fixed straight ahead of him at the striped wallpaper, "...you pick, you know the city well."
"Well we could go and see sights, go to an art museum, take a tour of the Grand Canal...or just take a look around, get some gelato." Italy smiled, scooting closer to Germany on the bed so he could hug him sideways, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
Germany didn't react, "I don't mind Italy...although right now I can't actually believe you're suggesting we get something to eat." he drawled sarcastically, crossing his arms.
Italy frowned, letting go of the German, "...I'm not ill anymore..."
"I know...but you should count yourself lucky you didn't do any permanent damage." Germany got up, "I think I'm going to take a look round the hotel." he said softly as he went to the door.
"Okay..." Italy said softly, feeling hurt and rejected, "...when will you be back?"
Germany hesitated slightly, "I'll...I'll be back when it's time to go out for food." he left quietly, sighing deeply to himself once he'd shut the door. 'Gott verdammt...why is this so hard?' Germany growled irritably at himself, he couldn't stand it, he wanted more than anything to forgive Italy and just be normal with him again, but every time he spoke to the Italian he was bitter and spiteful and he could tell he was really hurting Italy, but he couldn't help it, he was still scorned. Germany sighed, deciding to go downstairs and find the hotel bar, maybe he'd feel better after a nice cold beer.
~0~
Italy twirled his fork around in his bowl of spaghetti, heaping a huge portion onto the cutlery before shovelling it into his mouth, for the first time in months he actually felt hungry, even though he was still a little depressed he couldn't help but eat...at least it meant he didn't have to try and make awkward small talk with the German sitting opposite him.
Germany watched Italy curiously across the table, taking a sip of beer, "I'm amazed you can eat like that."
Italy swallowed his huge mouthful, wiping his mouth on a napkin, "Really?"
"Ja...you look as if you haven't eaten well in weeks."
"Maybe that's why I can eat so much." Italy replied, smiling weakly at his feeble joke.
Germany didn't seem amused, "I've been meaning to ask...how did it get that bad? I mean...if you only hadn't eaten for a few days."
"Well...it wasn't exactly a few days..." Italy muttered softly, twirling his fork again.
"What?"
"I haven't really eaten properly since you left...but I only stopped completely a few days ago, well until now." he added, shovelling another mouthful in just to prove his point.
Germany nodded, taking another sip of beer, "...what made you stop completely?"
Italy couldn't help but smile slightly, it might have been a sensitive topic but so far it was the longest conversation they'd had, "I don't know." he said softly, dabbing at his mouth with his napkin again, "I just...I got a look at my bump in the mirror properly and it just...made me sad." Italy shrugged, sighing softly.
Germany bit his, glancing down at the Italian's stomach concealed by the table cloth, "...I see." he took another sip of his drink before picking up his own fork, starting to eat his own pasta.
Italy sighed, the conversation had died already. 'Why can't I think of anything to say?' the Italian frowned, slumping forward on the table, glancing around the quiet restaurant. It was dimly lit, a candle on each table with a soft flame that flickered in front of their eyes, they were right by the window which the Italian turned to, gazing sadly outside onto the shadowed streets of Venice. He loved this city so much, it was his most favourite part of his homeland...however he was feeling more than a little bit miserable at that moment. In his mind he'd pictured him and Germany having a wonderful romantic meal together, the food was wonderful, and the candle light as well as the soft sound of violin music was definitely romantic...but that didn't mean it was working.
Germany and Italy ate in silence for a good few minutes, avoiding each other's eyes. Germany stopped eating after another few moments, drumming his fingers across the table in thought, there had been something plaguing the German's mind for a while now, and he wondered if he dared to ask it. The German sat up, clearing his throat, "Italy..."
Italy looked up from his almost empty bowl, "Sì?"
"...can I ask you something?" Germany muttered quietly, pushing his own bowl to one side so he could get a proper look at the Italian.
Italy looked slightly befuddled and did the same thing, "Okay...what is it?"
Germany leant across the table towards Italy, biting his lip slightly, "I...I want to know exactly what happened with Spain."
Italy stared at him, swallowing heavily, "Wha...why?"
"I just...I want to know, I need to know exactly what happened...and you have to be honest Italy." Germany looked at him seriously, clasping his hands together on the table as they began to shake slightly.
"Germany..." Italy bit his lip, trying to tear his eyes away from the German's intense stare, "You know what happened."
"I want to know in detail Italy, I want to know...how it started." Germany clenched his hands tighter, heart race increasing rapidly with anxiety.
"I don't think that's a good idea..." Italy whispered softly, "...we slept together, that's all you need to know."
"Italy." Germany reached out with his shaking hands to take Italy's, "Please, I need to know...tell me why and how it happened."
Italy bit his lip, swallowing again, hands sweating madly under Germany's own, he couldn't decide whether or not it would make it easier or harder for the German to forgive him if he knew everything. Maybe Germany was trying to make it easier for himself? But then why would he ask such a question? Surely knowing the details would make it harder for him not to think about it? Italy stayed silent for a moment, but he could see Germany's frown lines appearing on his forehead, his first sign of anger, deciding he better tell the German what he wants to know, Italy gave in, "It was just after Romano left...he came looking for you because Spain told him you were at my house, he thought he could talk some sense into Romano." Germany nodded slowly for him to continue, "But Romano got angry and left...and he said some really mean things, and he said he hadn't found you yet that made me sad."
"...that made you sad?" Germany asked in confusion.
Italy nodded, "Sì...because it meant nothing bad had happened to you...and that you were just ignoring me for no reason..." Italy said softly, noting the way Germany glanced away, ashamed of himself, "...so I was upset, and Spain was there...and it happened."
Germany sighed irritably, "Italy that still doesn't explain it, I want to know exactly what happened."
"Okay...just promise you won't get mad..." Italy said softly, heart pounding nervously, Germany nodded, "Well...we were sat on my bed, and Spain was hugging me because I was crying about you...and he was angry at Romano...then we urm..." Italy swallowed heavily, Germany's grip of his hands becoming tighter, "...we kissed." he mumbled softly, eyes lowered to the table.
"...then what happened?" Germany asked, trying to keep calm and composed despite the fact he could practically feel his blood boiling as he thought about it.
"Urm...then we you know..." Italy blushed slightly, "I...I asked him to stay with me...so he did."
Germany faltered slightly, letting go of Italy's hands, "Wait...you asked him to stay with you?" he asked, brows furrowed.
"You promised you wouldn't get mad..." Italy whispered, his eyes tearing up, "...I was upset and-and Spain said we were just hormonal..."
"I don't give a damn what Spain said." Germany growled, then grimaced at himself and took a moment to calm down, "...okay...who initiated the kiss?" Germany asked, hoping to God for the answer he wanted.
Italy bit his lip in deep thought, it was such a long time ago now, and he couldn't quite remember everything, "...I-I think we both did."
Germany's face fell, he sighed deeply, resting back in his chair, "I see."
"Germany you know how sorry I am..." Italy whispered, gently dabbing at his tears, "It wasn't supposed to happen."
"Ja I know Italy...but the point is it did happen." Germany gripped the back of his head, attempting to take calm, deep breaths, he needed to suppress his rage, he couldn't get angry at Italy now, especially not while out in public, "Okay...okay forget it. Don't tell me anything else."
"Okay..." Italy muttered softly as the German pulled his bowl back towards him, hurriedly starting to eat once more to distract himself, however the Italian had suddenly lost his appetite, he glanced at the unappealing spaghetti bolognese, the familiar lump in his throat had returned and he knew he would no longer be able to stomach it.
Germany carried on eating for several minutes before he just couldn't stand it anymore, he just had to know, "Okay." Germany dropped his cutlery to the table, "Who topped?"
Italy stared at him, "Germany!"
"I want to know Italy, did Spain fuck you or did you fuck him?"
"Germany I don't want to answer that...it's none of your business!" he suddenly blurted out, voice getting higher in pitch with his upset.
Germany glared at him, "You're mein boyfriend I have a right to know."
"I'm your boyfriend?" Italy asked in bewilderment, slowly shaking his head, "That's funny Germany because you sure haven't been acting like it!"
"Okay fine! Were my boyfriend, just tell me WHO FUCKED WHO!" Germany yelled, slamming his fists on the table, causing everyone else in the restaurant to stare in their direction.
Italy bit his lip, tears starting to pour down his cheeks, "...fine." he whispered shakily, not giving a damn that the entire restaurant had gone eerily quiet as everyone was staring at them, listening to them. Germany kept his eyes fixed on Italy, face red with rage, suddenly the Italian felt a wave of resentment towards the German for upsetting him whilst they were supposed to be getting back together, "Spain fucked me." Italy spat, glaring at his ex, "...and you know what? I actually enjoyed it."
Italy immediately regretted his last words as the German's anger was suddenly replaced with absolute shock and horror, his narrowed eyes widened and all the colour drained from his face. Italy bit his lip at the look of pure hurt that suddenly filled the German's face, he reached out a hand to touch his arm but the German pulled away from him sharply, pushing back his chair as he stood up. Italy visibly winced, hunched over in his chair as he waited for the inevitable shouting and verbal abuse that was to come. "...I'm leaving." Germany said softly, voice cracking slightly as he spoke, he hurriedly pulled out his wallet and threw some money onto the table before storming out, hoping to God Italy hadn't seen his tears.
Italy stayed perfectly still at the table, the familiar feeling of guilt in his stomach. Very gradually, the people around him resumed their meals and chit chat as Italy just gazed sadly at the place Germany once sat, resisting the urge to slam his face down onto the table, '...what's wrong with me? Why did I do that! Germany will never forgive me now...' Italy bit his lip, whipping out his phone to call someone, he needed help.
"Bonjour Italy! How's it going?" came France's cheery reply after a few seconds once he'd picked up the phone.
"France, I've done something stupid!" Italy whined in despair, almost wanting to break down into tears.
France's voice immediately changed to one of concern, "Oh mon ami I'm sure it cannot be zat bad." he listened sadly to Italy's soft whimpers on the other end of the phone, "Shhh, Italy...calm down and tell me what 'appened."
Italy sniffled miserably, "I told Germany I liked it when I had sex with Spain."
France blinked slowly, "Italy...why ze hell did you tell him zat?"
"I don't know! I got angry at him, he was being a meanie..." Italy bit his lip, wiping at his tears, "France I've messed everything up! He just stormed off..."
"Stormed off? Where are you?"
"A restaurant, we were having dinner."
"...and why did Spain come into conversation, zat iz ze last thing you two should be discussing."
"Germany brought him up! He kept wanting all these details about what we did..." Italy starting chewing his thumb nail anxiously, "...then I told him I liked it when we did it...and he just stormed out."
"He only just stormed out? What ze hell Italy! Why are you calling me go after him before you lose him!" France said in panic, staring at the phone in disbelief.
"I don't know what to say!"
"Just...just..." France bit his lip, trying to think, "Okay, find him and zen take him on a gondola ride."
"He won't want to France, he's so upset with me."
"Well you'll 'ave to convince him, or force him I don't know, Italy...zis iz your last chance, gondolas are so romantic, you just 'ave to wait until ze right moment whilst you're riding one to tell him how much you love him and want to be with him."
Italy bit his lip, standing up from the table, "Okay, I'll go and find him."
"Zat's a good idea, good luck Italy." France hung up quickly, not wanting to waste anymore of Italy's time.
Italy pocketed the device before hurrying towards the door, moving in between all the tables and chairs as quickly as possible before racing out onto the streets of Venice, "Germany!" Italy called, racing across the pavement along side a canal, getting a few strange looks from passers by as he pushed his way through the crowds, desperately calling Germany's name, "Germany! Germany where are you?"
He couldn't have gotten far, he carried on running, eyes darting about everywhere for the German, yet worried he might be running in completely the wrong direction. Italy came to stop just after he raced under a bridge, coming to a more secluded part of the city, only a few people were there, having a drink outside a bar. The Italian sighed, about to turn back and look somewhere else when his eyes suddenly fell on the dismal German. He was sat on the edge of the pavement besides some gondolas floating on the water, legs dangling down the wall towards the canal beneath him, Italy couldn't see his face as his back was to him but he could see his shoulders trembling. As the Italian started to approach him gingerly he could hear the distinct sound of sobbing and it just about broke Italy's heart...he'd never seen Germany cry, and he wasn't sure he really wanted to.
"G-Germany?" Italy whispered softly as he stopped by his side, the German didn't look up, he hadn't heard him, his face was buried in his hands as a shower of tears rained down his face, Italy bit his lip, sitting down beside him, "...Germany."
Germany's head shot up and he went bright red, he coughed awkwardly, scrubbing his tears away quickly, "I-Italy...what are you doing here? I wanted to be alone."
"Germany please, I'm really really sorry." Italy reached for his hand, grabbing hold of it forcefully as Germany tried to pull away.
"Italy please just leave." Germany muttered softly, letting his arm go limp as Italy clung onto his hand.
"Not without you...come on a gondola ride with me Germany."
Germany quirked an eyebrow, "What za hell? You say something enough to make me break down like a little girl and then expect me to go on a gondola ride with you?"
"Please Germany I...I think it will help."
Germany shook his head, slightly dazed, "What za hell is with you Italians? A stupid gondola ride isn't going to solve anything."
"It'll be easier to talk...please Germany." Italy took a firm grasp of his hand as he stood up, gently tugging Germany up with him.
Germany sighed deeply, he couldn't find the energy to argue, as embarrassing as it was to admit the only thing Germany wanted to do was go somewhere by himself to cry...Italy's words had burned him deep. "Okay fine. Then will you leave me alone?"
Italy nodded, "Sì..." he took them to one of the gondolas floating nearby, the gondolier merely had to have a look at who Italy was before letting him and Germany carefully climb into the narrow boat free of charge. Italy lay down amongst the red velvet cushions, gently tugging Germany down next to him. The German scowled at how narrow the boat was, meaning he was lying very close to the Italian, shoulders brushing up against one another.
Italy slipped an arm around Germany's waist, holding him close as the gondolier pushed off the wall with his foot and gently starting rowing them down the canal. Germany shifted around, trying to pull away from Italy but the size of the boat meant he wasn't going anywhere. Sighing, he settled back onto the cushions, watching the beautiful dark buildings pass, illuminated with soft glowing lights, as well as the gently twinkling stars above their heads. Italy cuddled close to Germany, despite how stiff and unwelcoming his body was, 'I need to say it...it needs to be perfect.', "Germany..."
Germany sighed, "...ja?"
Italy bit his lip, the moment didn't seem right, but it didn't look like it would get any better, "...I love you."
Germany closed his eyes momentarily, "Do you now..." he muttered softly.
"Sì, Germany you know I do...and you said you still loved me too." Italy snuggled closer to him, gently taking his hand, "Please can't we just forget about all that stuff with Spain?"
"...I want to."
Italy beamed, sitting up, "Yay! We're back together!" he leant towards the German for a kiss.
Germany placed a hand over his mouth before he could reach him, "...but I can't."
Italy's smile faltered, "What?...why not?"
"I just can't." Germany sat up, sighing deeply, "No matter how hard I try." he was silent for a moment before growling at himself, "For god sake...I hate all this depressing stuff! I'm better with anger."
"Then be angry Germany, be angry at me please...if it'll make you feel better."
Germany bit his lip, contemplating Italy's words, "...it's not as easy as that."
"I can make you angry Germany." Italy sat up, turning properly to face him, "Want me to say again what I said in the restaurant before?"
Germany glared at him, "Okay that's it." he stood up, rocking the gondola dangerously, "Stop this boat." he growled at the gondolier before he carefully climbed out, jumping back onto the pavement, walking away.
"Germany!" Italy called after him, stumbling slightly as he too jumped out and went after him, "Where are you going?"
"I don't know, somewhere, I just...I have to get away from all this." he indicated to the people around him, the populous part of the city they were now in. Italy bit his lip, continuing to follow the German as he hurried away. He carried on going, through the streets of the city, past thousands and thousands of people until they began to come to a part of Venice that even Italy couldn't recognise. They'd been walking for nearly an hour and Italy's legs were aching with tiredness, but he kept on going, not wanting to lose him.
Eventually the German stopped, they'd come to a deserted clearing right on the edge of the city, it seemed to be a botanical gardens of some kind. There was no body around for miles and Italy suddenly felt quite nervous. "Italy..." the German said after a long moment of silence, his back to the Italian, swallowing heavily, "...I can't do this."
Italy stayed stood a few metres behind the German, his heart hammering nervously in his chest, "What?"
Germany bit his lip, clutching at his hair stressfully, "I can't help it Italy." he turned to face him, "Every time I look at you I just..." he growled irritably, kicking a stone that was in his path, "All I can think about is you and Spain!"
"Why Germany?" Italy stared at him, slowly shaking his head, "After everything we have together why can you only focus on that one thing?"
"Don't you dare turn the blame on me!" Germany snapped, taking a few steps closer to him, "You're the one who cheated! I have done nothing wrong!"
"What do you want me to say Germany? That this is all my fault?" Italy asked, unfamiliar waves of anger mixing in with his upset.
"Italy, I think by now you und I both know this is entirely your fault." Germany growled, turning away from him, glancing up at the sky as he suddenly felt a raindrop hit the top of his head.
"Well I'm sorry." Italy said, biting his lip as his voice started to shake, "I'm sorry and I've said it so many times! And I've told you I still love you, I don't know what else you want Germany!"
Germany stared at him, not even registering the rain as it fell and soaked into his shirt and dishevelled his hair, he knew what he wanted, "I want to know why."
"I told you why we slept together, I was upset-"
"Nein." Germany shook his head, sending a shower of raindrops to the ground below them, "I want to know why you love me."
"...what?" Italy stared at him in confusion through the rain as it grew heavier, soaking them through their clothes.
Germany swallowed, "I-I want three, no wait five! I want five reasons Italy...five reasons why you still love me, five reasons why this," he waved his arms around between the two of them, "Is all worth it, I mean look at us! We're stood in the middle of God knows where in the pouring rain! All because you want me back, well I want to know why Italy." Germany came closer to him, staring down at him intently, "Why am I worth all this?"
"F-Five reasons?"
"Ja, five reasons...und one of them can't have anything to do with the baby!" he added as he saw the way Italy's hands went to cradle his bump.
Italy swallowed, reaching up to shake the water from his hair, "Okay...urm..." he trailed off unsurely, he didn't know what to say! He loved Germany more than anything in the world, and it was much easier to say this then to think of reasons why. Italy shivered violently through his soaked through shirt, gazing at the German, trying desperately to come up with some good reasons.
Germany bit his lip, he didn't like how long the Italian had been silent for, "Italy, if you can't even think of one reason-"
"W-Wait!" Italy said desperately, holding out his hands, "I urm...I love how you leave your hair for me."
"...what?" Germany asked, brows furrowed in confusion.
Italy bit his lip, "I love how you sometimes leave your hair messy, because you know how much I like it." he said softly, stepping closer to him, "Just like now." Germany stared at him, still confused as the Italian reached up to run his fingers through the German's sodden hair, shaking the rain from it, "...I love how you always wake up before me, and then wake me up by kissing my neck." Italy came closer still, gently resting his hands on the German's drenched shirt, feeling his warm skin through the soaked fabric, "...I love how you put on the big tough guy act for everyone around you, and that only I know how sweet and sensitive you really are..." Germany blushed heavily, feeling his anger starting to subside. Italy pressed his hands more firmly against the German's toned chest, furrowing his brows in thought, running out of ideas, "...and urm...urm..."
Germany gently placed his ice cold hand on top of Italy's, the Italian looked up questioningly, "I love..." the German drawled softly in a low husky voice, "...those cute little snuffly sounds you make while you're asleep."
A smile slowly fixed itself to Italy's face, "I love how you still wanted to be with me even after you met Romano!"
Germany laughed slightly, squeezing Italy's hands, "I love how you don't even know how absolutely adorable you are."
"Ve..." Italy smiled, blushing slightly, gazing up at the German through his wet fringe that was stuck to his forehead. He gently ran his fingers down Germany's sodden shirt, contemplating his next words, "I love..." he let his smile drop, giving the German a more serious look, "...how you'd be willing to forgive me for sleeping with Spain."
Germany gazed at him silently for a moment, still keeping a strong grip on his hands. He leant down slightly, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "...I love how you know me so well."
Italy smiled, "I love-"
Germany pressed a finger against Italy's lips, "You've done five..."
"I know." Italy smiled, softly kissing the tip of his finger, "...but I could do about a thousand more."
Germany smiled softly, one of those genuine loving smiles that only Italy has ever been able to coax out of him, "...so could I." he purred softly, brushing back Italy's fringe as he leant down for a soft kiss. Italy smiled against the German's lips, it felt like absolute heaven after so long apart, so long since they were last together like this. Germany slipped his arms around Italy's waist, drawing him in closer, pressing their wet bodies together as he deepened the kiss. Italy moaned softly, clutching a handful of Germany's blond locks as they mouths melded perfectly together, tongues entwining. Soon the German found himself ridding the Italian of his drenched shirt that clung to his body, tossing his to the ground in a heap, Italy did the same to the German, allowing them to have skin on skin contact as they passionately kissed.
Italy moaned softly as Germany's hands made their way down the front of his chest, rubbing slow, tantalising circles across his warm yet wet skin. The Italian jumped up all of a sudden, wrapping his legs around the German's waist, gripping the back of his neck for support. Germany stumbled slightly yet held on tight, burying his head in the crook of Italy's neck, softly biting and licking at the soft skin there. Italy whimpered softly, nuzzling the top of Germany's head, struggling to hold on as the German's entire body was soaking wet as the rain showered heavily over the couple.
Eventually Italy climbed down, yet still stayed firmly curled up in the German's arms, he shivered slightly, not realising how cold he was all of a sudden, "Germany...can we go back?"
"Ja, I need to go and reclaim you as mine." Germany muttered softly, grinning slightly.
Italy beamed, grabbing their sodden shirts before taking the German's hand, "There's nothing I'd want more than that."
~0~
Germany smiled to himself as he sipped his beer, leaning against the railings of their hotel balcony much later that night, well, more like very early morning now. Behind him in the room Italy was sleeping soundly in their double bed, tired out after the love awaited love making that had taken place. The German gazed up at the starry sky, his smile refused to leave his face, he couldn't believe how happy he was.
"Germany?" Italy said softly, yawning slightly as he stepped out onto the balcony, "...what are you doing out here?"
"I just wanted some air." Germany smiled, placing his beer down as he held out his arms, "Come here before you get cold."
"Ve..." Italy smiled, bounding over into his boyfriend's waiting arms, cuddling close to him, "You're so nice and warm Germany."
Germany smiled, kissing the top of his head, "I like keeping you warm Italy."
Italy smiled, cuddling close to him, they were silent for a few moments until Italy spoke up, slightly nervous, "Germany..."
"Ja?"
"I want you to do somthing for me..."
"Anything Italy." Germany said softly, kissing his forehead gently.
Italy looked up at him, "I want you to fogive Spain."
Germany blinked slowly, biting his lip, "I see..."
"Please Germany, if you can forgive me please forgive him too...you two used to be good friends."
Germany nodded slowly, "That's true...okay, I'll forgive him, for you." he smiled, pulling Italy closer.
Italy nuzzled up against him, gently lacing their fingers together, "Grazie...I love you Germany."
"I love you too Italy...and I'm sorry about everything."
"Like what?"
"Like...yelling at you, staying angry for so long...abandoning you after I promised to be there for you." he looked at the Italian seriously, gently placing a hand over his stomach, "Is it too late to make the same promise?"
"...only if you keep it." Italy said softly, squeezing Germany's hands.
Germany smirked slightly, leaning down for a tender kiss, "I promise."
Gahh I'm sorry, I copped out of writing the smut scene :/ was too tired for it. I promise they'll be some next chapter though! Although not with Germany and Italy mind you...
Anyways, happy times :) hope you liked it
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