This is my first Hetalia fanfic, so I hope you like it!
Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Germany's POV
Here we go again.
He's following me. I can sense him. I know he's right behind me. He has been doing it so often that I can automatically sense his presence. I guess I've gotten used to him.
Italy was talking nonstop about the usual things, such as the pretty girls he met or what kind of pasta he made, exaggerating his words and waving his hands dramatically in his annoying ways and gestures. Sometimes I just can't stand his loud and whining voice, but I always try to listen closely since he wants to talk about his day with me.
Why does he want to talk about his day with me?
Why does he always want to be around me?
I don't know what he sees in me. We're so different from each other. Yet he chose to befriend me. I've never really had any friends before, so I can't help but be attached to him.
But then Italy mentions having a scary battle against the Allies and pulling out his white flag to surrender.
What!?
He failed again!
Italy is just so useless!
I turned around to yell at him as he only responded by cowardly apologizing. Seeing him scared like that made me stop. He stops too and looks at me with wonder, but I can't face him and run away.
Who am I kidding? Of course we can't be friends.
I'm a monster.
I don't deserve someone like him.
Most of the other nations rightfully see me as the bad guy, judging by all of the horrible deeds I've done. Why doesn't Italy see that too!? That dummkopf!
Italy, why are you doing this to me?
You can't be with me. I'll only hurt you. I'll never be good at relationships. I care about you too much.
I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so confused.
Suddenly, I trip due to how fast I've been running, and I don't have time to catch myself as I begin to fall. I brace myself for the impact of the ground beneath me…but it never came.
I was caught by my arms before I could hit the ground.
I look up and see Italy's concerned but smiling face as he gazes at me with his beautiful light brown eyes.
We shouldn't be friends, but as I clutch his hands, I find myself still wanting him.
I don't want to admit it…but I do love you.
Ich liebe dich.
I wanted to do something like this because I always thought Germany was a bit tsundere like Britain, but only towards Italy. He doesn't want to admit that he's in love with Italy, even though it's pretty obvious and everyone can tell at this point, even to the point of teasing the fact that he's possibly gay.
Translations:
(Story title) Ich werde nicht sagen, dass ich verliebt bin = (German) I won't say I'm in love (inspired by the song of the same name from Disney's Hercules)
Dummkopf = (German) idiot
Ich liebe dich = (German) I love you