"Germany?" Italy called through the bathroom door. "Germany are you ok?" He heard a moan escape through the door. "Ve~? GERMANY ARE YOU OK?" Germany had his hand over his mouth trying not to moan. "V-vyah I-Ital-ly," he panted, "I-I'm vine now GO AVAY." Italy chirped up "Okay as long as your-a not hurt!" Italy limped back to the kitchen, grabbing an ice-pack to put on his foot as he sat on the couch to watch a gushy italian soap opra until Germany got out of the bathroom... Which wasn't for a while...
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Time Skip because we all know what Germany was doing in that bathroom *Iggy Eyebrow Wiggle*
Italy: Ve~ He was taking a wee!
Me: Oh my sweet innocent Italy no, not quite *chuckle*
Italy: Oh... what was he doing then?
Me: Let's just say he was relieving some pent-up stress?
Italy: Ve~? But why would Germany be painting in the bathroom...?
Germany: *Crashes through door and attaches hugs to Italy's head* YOU ARE TOO PRECIOUS AND INNOCENT VOR DIS VORLD
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Germany came out of the bathroom after about one episode of Vivere. Weird, Italy thought, If Germany had to wee THAT bad, why didn't he-a go earlier? The country in question walked casually down the hall to his office, almost running the last few feet and shut the door. Mein Gött that was close. He put his head in his hands. If Italy knew vhat I vas doing in there... He shook the thought. Nein he doezn't have a clue, and he never vill, he thought, running his gloved hand through his hair to straighten it again. He vill vonder vhat I vas doing in there for so long dough... I'll just tell him I vas cleaning the toilet. Yeah, zat's vhat I'll do. He straightened up and walked back to his room, walking oddly so as to hide the painfully obvious wet spot near the crotch of his trousers. He tore off his attire and threw the sweaty workout clothes in his laundry basket. Vyah, Italy vill make dinner and then I'll help him tend to his foot. He blushed at the thought of the very thing that drove him over the edge the first time. Then his mind flashed again, this time a much more grimm scene.
He was back in that dark room. A crack of light shattered his world. His captor was coming again, and the small, frail Germany could do nothing about it. All he could do was shut his eyes and hope for the salvation of darkness.
He fell to his knees gasping for air, his eyes wide with tears. He screamed loud, a weak, sorrowful, defeated scream that was more of a loud whimper. He felt like that little kid again, he felt the scars run across his body, he felt the hot stream of tears that mixed with blood on his face. "GERMANY?" He snapped out of his delusion, the scares dissapearing, his body changing from that scared little boy's. "GERMANY WHATS WRONG? TELL ME WHATS WRONG," Italy yelled, dropping to his friend's level. He was bent over on his arms and knees, his eyes wide with fear. It was happening again. Why did it always happen? Why couldn't he just, just...
Why couldn't he just forget?
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Flashbacks And Feelings (A GerIta FanFic)
FanficIt's happening again. Germany is screaming in his sleep again. What happened to him that could be so tramatizing? They only started recently and Italy is worried. What happened to his big strong Germany- the only person who bothers saving his clumsy...
