Flashbacks And Feelings (A GerIta FanFic)

The Theater Of Germany's Mind

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Author's Note: Yeah I don't really have one XD I'll probably come up with one at the end of the chapter anways so yeah ON WITH THE YAOI (no jk jk I don't think I can write that just yet or maybe I can I just REALLY don't want my school friends to look at me like I killed their favourite character... OH BUT WAIT ~GLANCES AT VIEWS~ OH MA LORDY JESUS 122 VIEWS? WOW I MEAN LIKE I WAS EXPECTING 2 OR SO I MUST HAVE AMAZING DESCRIPTION WRITING SKILLZ GRAZIE DANKE ARIGATO!
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Italy woke up, his head a little achy from sleeping weird. He lifted his head; it felt like it was full of bricks and his eyes were crusted close from tears. He felt for his pillow, trying to fluff it a different way when instead a hollow 'thump' resounded instead of the 'floof' noise usually accompanying a pillow. He felt the thickness, like strong muscles and a warm heart beat, he looked up to see the 'pillow' his head laid on was actually Germany's chest

The memories of the night before rushed back into Italy's mind, almost bringing tears into his own eyes as he thought of his big strong Germany, sobbing. Then he remembered Germany had asked him to sleep with him, not the other way around. His bad memories washed away as he contemplated this. Though they were quickly dismissed as just him trying not to have his nightmare again, I mean Germany couldn't really like Italy. Not like that anyway... Could he?

Italy was snapped out his trance of thoughts as Germany stirred in his sleep. Well at least he didn't have another nightmare, Italy thought as he laid his head back down on Germany after seeing it was still farely dark outside and seeing as he was just so comfortable.

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TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY SLEEP ALONE BY TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB BECAUSE THAT SONG JUST CAME ON AND I'M JAMMIN' OUT ALONE IN A COMFY CHAIR WHILE WRITING WOO

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"HEY GERMANY! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS NEW BENTO BOX I FOUND AT A THRIF-" Japan yelled as he burst into Germany's bedroom, stopping short and stuttering as he saw Italy curled up with Germany. Germany's eyes had flown open when Japan opened the door, the same one Japan was now standing at and looking back and forth between Germany and Italy. He cracked a wide smile "Oh sorry didn't mean to-" Japan started, reaching slowly torward his pocket for his camera phone. "I-It'z not like dat! He-I juz had a nightmare-" Germany struggled, obviously flustered by Japan's ever widening smile. He blushed furiously trying to explain when Japan held up his hand, a weird sort of mischievous smile on his face. "No need to explain, just try not to disturb the neighbors with your love-making," he said unpertubed by Germany's many 'It'z not like zat's and 'He climbed in vith me...'s. He slowly shut the door and Germany collapsed back into the sheets, his hand covering his tomato-red face. He felt his arm draped around Italy, whose hands were balled under his head on Germany's chest, his curl rising and falling with each breath. He'z juzt zo peacevul... stop zat! Germany mentally slapped himself. He could not have feelings for Italy, he couldn't let that happen again-- a shudder went through his body at the thought of his dream the night before. Zhere vas juzt zo much vlood... a creepy knot made his way into Germany's stomach and twisted, causing him to tense. Never again...

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"I called it! I told Hungary!" Japan said as he looked through the sneaked pictures of Germany and Italy snuggled together. A warm fuzzy feeling snuck into his chest, making him stop in the hall and squee out of pure delight. It was obvious nothing happened... but I know for a fact somethings about to, Japan thought, biting his bottom lip in a smile as he walked down the hall to make breakfast, and I'll be right there to get all the best shots. Japan giggled and put away his phone.

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After Italy and Germany got up and everyone was in the kitchen, Germany opened up a newspaper and Italy began drawing. "Ve need to go train zoon." Germany muttered as Japan set his breakfast of scrambled eggs and wurst down in front of him. Italy groaned, eating his food almost instantly and walking upstairs to get dressed. Germany couldn't help but stare at the country's behind out of the corner of his eye as he went upstairs. Japan also couldn't help but not notice Germany's notice, giving his own heart a little flutter. Their children would be so ADORABLE, he thought as he rinsed out the dishes. "Vhat vas dat?" Germany asked, raising his eyebrows over the paper. Did I say that out loud? "Nothing..." he said trailing off. "Go ahead, zvit it out," Germany interrogated, putting his paper down. "I mean it's totally your choice and you are the master of you own mind and body but I think you should totally just kiss and get it over with already," Japan said curtly, walking down the hall with his hands behind his back. Germany was stunned and had to go to his room and get dressed for training to clear his mind. He looked in the mirror to comb back his hair and noticed the deep blush running across his face. He slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, Zhat vittle country vill be ze deaf of me!

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SLIGHT TIME SKIP AND SETTING CHANGE TO THE TRACK FIELD ON THE LAST RUN OF THE DAY BROUGHT TO YOU BY
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"Italy! Come on! It'z ze lazt vrun ov ze day," Germany yelled at Italy. Japan was way ahead but Germany had slowed down to make Italy faster... among some other reasons such as the sight of Italy sweaty and huffing air. My Gött I'm a perv, he thought as he turned away to hide yet another blush. (A/N: Yeah I know it's a lot of blushing but it's also a romantic gay fanfiction wtf did you expect?)

"Germany!" Germany was pulled from his self-disciplining thoughts when he heard a slight gasp and wheeled around to see Italy on the ground. Tears streamed out of his closed eyes and he was holding his right foot like it was in pain. Germany felt hot tears sting his own eyes as he rushed over, It'z my vault, I vas ze vwone telling him to go vaster. "Italy! Vhat happened? Are you ok," Germany asked, kneeling near his foot to inspect it. "I was-a daydreaming and I-I d-didn't see-a that rock," he said, his voice catching with tears. Germany pried the Italians small hands off the ankle, bending it back and forth to make sure it wasn't broken. Stop zhat, Germany thought when he saw Italy bite his lip and throw his head back in pain. Vor vonce vhy don't I stop zinking about... zose zings...
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~THE THEATER OF GERMANY'S~
~MIND~
"G-Germany..." Italy tried, his mouth cut off by Germany's lips crashing against his, a cold hand working its way up his shirt...

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"Germany?" Germany crashed out of his dilusion. Mein Gött I'm becoming France. He cringed at the thought, feeling a tightening in his pants. He turned away so Italy wouldn't see. "It's juzt a zprain." Germany stated flatly, a blush creeping across his face once again. "Vet me help you up." He stood, standing awkwardly so as to help Italy up. Italy grabbed the strong German's hand and tried to get up, only to fall down with a yelp. Germany rolled his eyes and picked up the small country, Italy easily wrapping his arms and legs around him. Again Germany blushed, even more uncomfortable with Italy basically grinding on him as he held on for dear life. Once inside, Germany laid Italy on the couch. "I-I have to go to ze bathroom," Germany announced, almost sprinting to the bathroom. What-a was that-a about? Italy thought as he propped his leg up on a pillow. I hope-a the Germany is ok...

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I KNOW I'M A PERV DON'T LOOK AT ME *HIDES* ALSO THIS IS REALLY WEIRD SINCE I BASICALLY AM WRITING THE LAST PART IN A LAUNDROMAT AND I'M SCARED PEOPLE WILL LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER AND BE LIKE "Does that say 'he felt a tightness in his pants...?'" "WHAT NO YES NOTHING DEARIE!" Ugh. People. I hate people.

ALSO sorry for the less-than-mediocre chapter I know I needed it but I didn't know how to blend it in with the rest of the story and ugh writing is hard you guys... also I've been doing a bit too much 'research' on GerIta fanfictions as in I've been nosebleeding too much to make clear thoughts and write things. God I'll be anemic at this rate... UNTIL NEXT TIME MY... My... Oh yeah I need something to call my people (That I don't really have no ones actually reading this crap) I'm thinking Marshmallows because well Marshmallows are adorable and sweet and apparently are huge gay fanfic readers XD. COMMENT IF YOU LIKEY SO FAR.
HASTA LA PASTA!
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