Flashbacks And Feelings (A GerIta FanFic)

Is this a Dream? Or a Nightmare?

      "Italy zat vas great, danke." Germany said, the top button of his pants popped open to accomodate the extra food in his stomach. "Ve~ Thanks Doistu!" Italy said, more to the rift in Germany's pants than to his face. Italy looked away blushing, hoping neither Germany nor Japan noticed. "I'm-a gonna clean this mess up then maybe I'll-a paint-a something." Italy stated, standing and smiling about to gather the dishes from the table. "Zon't vorry about zat, I'll get it Italy," Germany said, scooping the plates out from under Italy's nose, "You made ze dinner I'll clean it up vor you." "O-oh... Thank you Germany!" Italy said, unnerved again by Germany's kindness. He's being-a nicer than usual, I wonder what-a happened, Italy thought as he bounded to his painting room.

      Vhy did I volunteer to clean zeeze? Germany thought as he polished the last plate spotless and put it up in the cabinet. I know vat it was; zat stupid Italy and his adorable curl... vait, did I just zay adorable? Germany sighed, he'z getting into vy head, damn him.

      "Ve~ what should I-a paint?" Italy thought about it. "I know! I'll paint a picture of Doistu!" Italy picked up a blank canvas and put it on the pedestal. He spent 20 minutes alone picking out the perfect colours to make Germany's electric blue eyes and slick blond hair. When it was finally done he decided to let it dry overnight, but this decision was made as Italy was half asleep, drooling a puddle that was half electric blue from the combining blob of paint near him.

      "Italy! Italy vhere are yo- Oh..." Germany called, finding Italy passed out and snoring in the art room. Germany chuckled softly at the state of his friend, and looked up to see what his painting was. "I-is zat me?" Germany stuttered not really to anyone. He sighed and scooped the little but surprisingly heavy Italy off the floor, causing him to stir in his sleep, but was soon snoring again. Germany carried him bridal-style to Italy's room and gently slid him under the sheet. He's so peaceful vhen he zleeps, he thought and quietly walked back to his room as to not awake Japan or Italy.

       Vhat is it avout zhat vittle country zhat makes me crazy? Germany thought as he stripped down to his thin t-shirt and red boxers, chuckling at the memory of when the very nation in question had give them to him. He plopped into the covers and fell asleep thinking about the painting Italy had made of him.

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Time Skip: Note: Japan isn't home but Germany and Italy didn't know
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      "NEIN, BITTE NEIN!" Italy awoke with a start, still drowsy but yet somehow focused. He sat up straight in his bed, the only words running through his head 'That's Doistu screaming.'

Thud, thud, went the wooden floors under Italy's feet. Germany's hurt, somethings wrong, Italy threw open Germany's door to see him actually fine; in physical terms anyway. His head was covered in beads of sweat, his face twisted into one of fear and pain, the bed sheets not even on the bed anymore. "No-no, please, don't-" Germany pleaded in his sleep, Italy immediately shook him awake. "Germany! Germany WAKE UP," Italy pleaded back, grasping his shoulders as if his own life depended on it. Germany's eyes flew open, a look of misery and torture replacing the strong and resilient one Italy was used to. He immediately sat up, huffing and puffing as if he'd just ran a marathon "I-Italy..." he began, barely catching his breathe. After a long while he finally looked into Italy's now-open honey coloured eyes, and broke down. The tiny nation held his Doistu in his arms as he completely fell apart. He sobbed,muttering Italy's name or unknown fragments of the nightmare through his tears. Italy scooted forward and wrapped his arms tight around his friend, who in turned buried his head into Italy's shirt.

      A long while after Germany had mostly calmed down, Italy tentatively whispered into his slick blond hair "What-a happened Germany?" He didn't want to pull away. "I-" Germany tried to reply, his voice cracking almost instantly "I juzt... I can't..." He managed to get oit before sobbing again. Eventually he had used all the tears he had, and he looked up at his friend who had stayed there through it all.

       "Italy..." He trailed off, pulling back from the hug to both of their disappointment. He finally looked up, blushing awkwardly and looking away so Italy wouldn't see the silent tears running from his puffy eyes. "Vill... Vill you ztay vith me?" he said eventually. "Ve~ Of course," Italy quietly replied, standing up from his spot only inches from Germany. and grabbing the wad of blankets on the floor. He quickly spread them over the bed and crawled in with Germany, facing away so as not to disturb him. No use anyway, as soon as Germany was asleep he turned and curled up against his Italy.

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I know, I'm so sorry. I did say this book would have feels didn't I? Besides with how I've planned this I think you people will eithor hate me or love me or both at the end XD

ANYWAYS TELL ME HOW I'M DOING? Again first book and I can't really rely on just my besty's opinion since it's biased... Also I'm thinking if putting Spamano, Giripan and Prucan in this (Yes I'm THAT person) On with the story I guess! (God you can tell I'm new right? :3)