Flashbacks And Feelings (A GerIta FanFic)

Pasta and Pain (Not Feels I'm not THAT Evil)

"OW! GERMANY! GERMANY HELP!" Italy screamed from the kitchen. Oh no, Italy's hurt! Germany thought, frantically slamming down his pen. I'll just vork on these later, I guez, Germany almost slipped as he ran out of his study down the hall. "VI'M COMING ITALY VAT'S VRONG?" Germany screamed hoping Italy was ok. He stopped when he reached the kitchen, his shoes making a squeak on the sparkling tile floor Japan had cleaned only moments before. Germany sighed when he saw what happened to Italy, and he started laughing.

Italy had caught his curl on the cabinet handle.

"Ve~ Germany! Stop laughing at-a me! It hurts!" Germany's laugh reverberated through Italy's chest, a deep German laugh that made his stomach tingle. Italy blushed,"Just get-a me out of here!"

Germany stopped laughing and marched over to Italy, reaching over the tiny nation to untangle the wayward hair from the handle of the cabinet. Gosh he's-a so ripped Italy thought as Germany's abs brushed against his back. Stop that! I can't think of my friends like-a that, it's weird!

He didn't know Germany had blushed just as deeply when his stomach brushed against Italy's back.

"Hold on just a sekund-- almost gotz it, zere" Germany said. "Ve~ Thank you Germany!" Italy said as he turned around to hug the brawny German. Germany turned away to hide the dust of rouge on his cheeks. "It'z vine, no provlem Italy." He backed up from him, realizing he had pinned him between the counter and himself. "Vat vere you doing anyvay?" Italy looked down embarrassed, "I was-a trying to-a reach the tomato sauce on the top shelf... but I couldn't reach it." Germany laughed as he looked at the height difference, a whole 8 centimeters or so. "So ve are having ze pasta tonight? Here vet me get it", Germany reached past Italy and easily pulled the tomato sauce off the shelf, handing it to him as he walked over to see what was cooking in the big pot on the stove. "Actually I was making pasta and wurst", Italy said, rubbing his forehead where his curl was. "Vwurst?" Germany questioned, raising a blond eyebrow. "I can't vait", he said as he walked back down the hall to his study. Italy turned over the tomato sauce Germany had handed him. He acts all tough but he's-a really just a big softy he thought.

"What happened?" Japan asked, startling Italy to the point he almost dropped the sauce. "Oh Japan! I didn't see-a you there!" Japan eyed Italy "Why are you blushing? Did I interrupt you and your boyfriend", Japan asked calmly, setting a bag of groceries on the counter. "WH-WHAT?" Italy stuttered, " I have-a no idea what you're talking about!" Japan snorted quietly, "Whatever you say." He quikly put up the few items he bought and settled in the living room watching some Japanese Tv show.

Italy zoomed back to work on his pasta and wurst, Japan's words echoing in his brain. They immediately drained out though when he saw the pasta was done. "Germany! Japan! Dinner's a-ready!" He yelled out, zooming down the hall to get Germany. "Vhat Italy I'm still vorking." Germany complained when Germany came in and hugged his head, completely obscuring his view. "Ve~ But dinner's ready Doistu!"

Germany shot out of his chair, almost knocking over Italy and a bottle of ink on his desk in the process "Zinner? I'll ve Vright zere!" Germany charged to his room to change and and almost ran to the dining room. Gött I love zat little man's cooking, he thought as he piled his plate high with a German-sized portion of wurst and pasta.