Flashbacks And Feelings (A GerIta FanFic)

Pain, Embarressment, Guilt, and Pasta.

      "GERMANY" Italy screamed again. His face was hot with tears, he smelled the hot burn of smoke from the pasta he left on the stove. Germany's crying. Something's wrong. Why is Germany crying? Italy's thoughts whirled through his head, making him almost dizzy. Germany sobbed again, his mind a complete blur. All he could make out were flashes, memories. Blood everywhere, the crack of his captors whip, skin...

      But there was a voice in the distance. It was calling his name. He reached for it, but the door closed. The crack of light disapeared. He was alone in the dark with them. With the people who worked so hard to cause him pain and-

"GERMANY WHAT'S WRONG?" Italy's voice cut through the void. He was in his room, he was ok. But it still happened, it was still happening. "Germany..." Italy grabbed the brawny German's shoulders and pulled with all his strength so he would face him, a choice he wish he hadn't made.

      His face was red and stained with tears. His eyes were filled with emotions he usually kept hidden; regret, sorrow, fear, helplessness. "Italy-" Germany collapsed into his friend. He sobbed like the child he kept locked inside, the terrified little kid no one knew about. Burying his head in the smaller country's chest, his gloved hands balled in the apron Italy wore. "Just tell me what happened," Italy said into his friends head. Germany's eyes widened and he started to weep. Long, slow gasps of pain and sorrow wondered out.

      What happened to Ludwig?

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      Time Skip because I'm very very sorry like Scusate Entschuldigung Gomen'nasaiiiii ;-; (That's sorry in Italian, German, and Japanese because Axis Powers)

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      "...What happened, Doistu," Italy whispered into Germany's hair. Germany looked up, managing not to cry, maybe because he couldn't cry anymore, or maybe because the eyes of his Italy told him to be strong. Eithor way he kept it togethor. Pulling back from their embrace, trembling and sweaty, Germany realized he was in nothing but his black underwear, the very ones that had a suspicious white stain on the crotch. His face grew redder, this time from embarressment and not pain. Germany sprang up but immediately fell down, his body still weak from the events. "I-Italy, I'm uh... I didn't mean- It's not what it...S-sorry," Germany choked out, his mind muddled. All he wanted was to bury his face in his pillow and dissapear.

      "G-G-GET OUT! I MEAN UM SO-SORRY I JUST I-" Germany couldn't find his words. Italy's face was ridden with emotions. His eyes where heavy and sad but his face framed one of confusion. "D-Doistu?" He didn't understand why he was so flustered, so he got up and moved closer, closing the distance in no time. Germany staggered back again, fully pressed against the wall now. "I-Italy? Vhat are you... Vhat are you doing?" Italy squinted and moved even closer, barely an inch from Germany's nose now. After a second he sighed and hugged him, burying his head into Germany's chest now. "Why won't you tell-a me what's wrong, Germany," Italy choked out between the quiet tears that rolled down his cheeks. Germany felt his embarressment melt into guilt. He had made Italy cry. Nothing was allowed to make his Italia cry, not even himself. I'm so zelvish, he thought as he hugged Italy back, stroking his auburn hair. He began to calm down, his breathing and heart rate slowing. "Italy?" The Italian lifted his head slowly "Ve~ Yes Doistu?" Germany's slowed heartbeat quickened and skipped a beat when Italy's sweet and soft 'Ve~' reverberated  through his chest. He cleared his throat, "Th-The pasta is burning, Italy," he managed to choke out. "I know," he replied simply, burying his head deeper into Germany's chest.

      "I don't care about it as long as you're ok," Italy squeeked. Germany blushed, almost completely forgetting the sobbing of earlier. Italy could make him forget anything, even his past. "Vell, I do," he retorted with a thick German accent, pulling away fron the hug. "Danke, Italia. Thank you," he said quietly, kissing the nation's forehead. Italia smiled sweetly and obviously blushed finally realizing what Germany was wearing. "Oh! I-a better, um, redo the pasta!" Italy ran back to the kitchen, closing Germany's door behind him,

      leaving him in the darkness.

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      Time Skip Brought To You By Wild Berry Skittles since I was reading a FanFic a few minutes ago ("Research") and I swear I started laughing so hard I spit one across the room and it stuck to a wall. Stay Classy, Wattpadians.

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      While Italy had left to clean up the kitchen, Germany pulled on a thin t-shirt and loose pajama pants (A/N: OMG I almost put party pants LOL) and went into the kitchen. After a healthy (A/N: That's German for HUGE) portion of pasta Germany went to his room, his mind dizzyingly clouded and his stomach indubitably full, and fell into his cold bed wishing for Italy's comforting little curl to be there when he woke up.

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      Tiny Time Skip for the Love of Time Skips even though time isn't really linear to skip around on... it's more of a wiggly-wobbly timey-wimey thing...

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      He had the dream again. The little room, the wounds, the sounds,

the screams...

He woke up panting and sweaty to find Italy curled up next to him. Immediately he felt... safe. He layed back down, too tired to want to know or understand how the smaller country had gotten into his bed without him knowing. Italy stirred and he immediately froze, hoping he had not woken him. After a minute he slowly relaxed, tentatively pulling the smaller man to his chest, clinging to him like it was the only way to make the visions dissapear. Little did he know Italy was wide awake, and secretly hoped he was the thing keeping the flashbacks away, keeping his Germany strong.

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      I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU AMAZING PEOPLE I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS AT HOW AMAZING YOU ARE. SERIOUSLY I GOT A FOLLOW AND I BASICALLY COMMENTED THANKS AND THAT PERSON COMPLETELY BRIGHTENED MY DAY AND I WROTE THE LAST PARAGRAPH. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE OriginalWriter267 YOU DA FAN. YOU GUYS ARE MY LIL' MARSHMALLOW FAMILY DAWWW. On other notes thanks for all my recent views and followers and what not and now I want froyo because there is a froyo place in my town called Whatnot Frozen Yogurt and see how random I am? I dunno what to put now because I've had extreme writer's block for like a week. Stupid weather, it's blocking my creative juice passages and distracting me with pretty white snow. -^-

Gah.

~Nekokune-kun :3