E. Just a collection of short one-shots varying in length that I wrote whilst holidaying in France. ^^ Enjoy.

Random one-shot #5 ~ GerIta (Germany x Italy Veneziano)

Italy observational log: entry #105

I've been trying to figure Italy out for nearly two whole centuries now, and I'm still no closer to understanding him.

He always does things without considering the consequences. I sometimes doubt he has a conscious! He has no clue how to behave in a formal and professional environment at all! But he's strangely adorable.

I wonder if I'll ever know what goes on inside his head...?

Ludwig Beillschimdt, personification of Germany. 27th April 2013.

"Ve~ Germanyyy~ is it nearly lunchtime? Can we have pastaa~" Italy asked as I set up the table for lunch. The last World Meet had been in Berlin, and coincidentally, Feliciano had managed to miss his flight home. So, I decided to let him stay with me, just this once. If it happens again I'll leave him on the streets to fend for himself.

"Ja fine, but don't make too much mess of my kitchen. Is zhat understood?" I replied, it was best to let the Italian have his way when it came to food.

"Yes Sir!" Italy jokingly saluted, before skipping towards the kitchen, humming some sort of Italian pop song.

I sat down at the table and read the newspaper that had been left there. It was always useful to know what was going on in other countries. Justin Bieber has been arrested, no surprise there then. Southern England has been flooded due to heavy rainstorms, that explains why Arthur constantly needed the bathroom during the meet. Putin bans gays from promoting their sexuality at the Sochi winter Olympics, explains why China and Russia looked furious today.

"Germany~ pastas ready~ would you mind-a helping me bring it in?" Feliciano called from the kitchen, I stood up to go assist him.

On the work top were two bowls of pasta, with bits of cut up sausage in them. Italy was a little eccentric when it came to pasta dishes.

"Ve~ do you-a think this is enough-a pasta?"

"Ja."

Another day over, and still no closer to solving the mystery of Italy Veneziano - Feliciano Vargas. Sighing, I turned off the light and got into bed. I shuffled over to the left side, I know that Italy doesn't like to sleep alone, so I've learnt to expect him to crawl in around midnight.

"Kesesesese~ I love how obvious it is."

I shot up to see my brother sitting by my bedside. He was wearing that obnoxious grin of his, the one that screams 'I know your secret, kesesesese~'.

"Vhat do you vant Gilbert?" I asked him sternly.

"Not much. Just to know vhat zhe passcode for jour mobile is. Oh, und for jou to admit jou're head over heels in love vith little Feli." He smugly replied, fiddling with something in his hands. My phone.

"Jou're un arschloche, jou know zhat Prussia. I got over zhat small crush on Italien years ago. Decades even." I reached out to grab my phone, but Gilbert's better reflexes moved the technological object further away.

"Don't be a dumkopf Vest! No vone gets over a crush on vone of zhe Italy bruders! It is a zhing zhey have perfected."

"So vhat if I do love Feliciano? It's not important."

"Ja... Course not! Anyvay, I'll see jou in zhe morning!" Prussia thankfully left the room, and Italy fell through the door. Gott verdamnt, he must have been listening in.

"Oh! Ciao Luddy! I got lonely all by myself so I thought I cou-"

"Did you hear what we were saying?"

Silence. He must have. He was showing obvious signs of nervousness.

"... Si. I heard what you and Prussia were saying..." Italy stared at the ground, not daring to look up. "IDIDNTMEANTOSPYIJUSTGOTCURIOUSANDHADTOLOVIALWAYSSAYSISHOULDNTTRUSTYOUANDTHATYOUMIGHTBEKEEPINGSECRETSFROMMEANDYOUMIGHTBESAYINGMEANTHINGSABOUTME-"

I stopped him talking. Thats all you need to know.

Italy observational log: entry #107

I've been trying to figure out Italy for just over two centuries now, and I am no closer to a conclusion than when we first met.

He always does things without considering the consequences, but as it turns out; I do too. When I stopped the Italian's blurt that one evening, I never imagined it would end up like this.

Our friendship gradually became love, it was before, but now it was a known love. Switzerland strangely gave us a strip of his land, so that our two countries could be joined, he says it's so he can be further away from Austria: but the real reason is that deep down, he probably has a heart. We have a house on our new border, one half is decorated in a Germanic way, the other in an Italian style.

Prussia lives in the old house now, he refuses to let us visit him though, I wonder what he did to it...? Probably turned it into an altar where he worships himself.

I'm thinking about proposing to Italy soon, Romano seemed somewhat okay with the idea. He said if I went through with it, he'll help me plan the wedding, choose the rings, all of those things. Romano is quite a decent guy once he stops trying to kill you.

I still want to understand what goes on inside Veneziano's head, but if I don't thats okay. I love him the way he is. He's a hopeless romantic and a coward, but he's my hopeless romantic and coward.

Ludwig Beillschimdt, personification of Germany. 5th June 2013.