Flashbacks And Feelings (A GerIta FanFic)

When the Sheets Fell with Feli

      That morning Germany awoke to the quiet rise and fall of Italy's curl. He quietly chuckled, thinking about how, when he realized Italy was there, he slept fine. Huh. (A/N: At this point even I'm screaming IT'S BECAUSE YOU LOVE HIM DAMN YOU) Germany looked at the time. 6:45... I need to get mein ass to vork, he thought. He tried to slide out of the bed when he realized Italy was so tightly clung to him he was almost on top of him. His heart started to speed up and a blush ran across his face when he thought of Italy actually on top of him. He shook the thought and tried to focus on getting out of the bed when Italy hugged onto him tighter, slightly brushing his southern regions. Germany could feel an awakening inside of him. Gött dammit stop zat he mentally yelled at Italy. He tried one last time to get up when his feet got tangled in the sheets and Italy's grasping hands, making him fall hard on the ground with Italy and the bedsheets. Italy was awake by now. "G-Germany?" Italy was actually on top of him. Germany prayed to the lord that Italy wouldn't look down to see his now painfully visable erection, but it seemed the lord was busy elswhere.

      "Um, Germany? Why are you-a hard?" Germany was breathing hard from the fall and some, how you say, other reasons. "I um, uh, I vas juzt trying to get up vhen my feet got tangled and zhen I vell-" Italy interrupted him, "No, Doistu, I didn't ask why we are on the floor, I asked why you're-a hard," Italy purred, still half asleep and not realizing how seductive he was being. Seriously Italy, you'll wanna be awake for this. "Oh zhat! I-I, uh, I didn't mean to- I mean, I woke up and, uh," Germany mentally facepalmed. VHY DID HE HAVE TO ZAY IT LIKE ZHAT, he screamed internally. "Juzt um let me up," Germany tried to move and ended up only grinding against the Italian's leg. Germany moaned deeply and immediately clapped his hand over his mouth. "I-I'm SO SORRY." Italy was now fully awake. "Germany? Why are you-a grinding on me?" Germany was completely flush with embarressment. He didn't even think Italy knew what grinding was."I VASN'T I'M JUZT TRYING TO GET UP I JUST, UM, WOKE UP IN A BAD POZITION," Germany basically yelled. Italy staryed to cry "Why are you yelling at me?" He started to hug onto the uncomfortable German which did absolutely nothing to improve his situation. "Italy I didn't mean it I'm sorry," German soothed, trying not to make himself look like the hot mess he felt like. Again? A-fucking-gain? I zwear to Gött this country, he thought. "Italy vreally I need to get up," Germany stated firmly. Italy took the hint and got up, briefly falling back on Germany, causing him to gasp a bit too loud. Italy bounced to the doorway, apparently he had forgotten the events of a few seconds ago."Go on ahead and start on breakfast, I'll be there in a minute," Germany said. Damnit now I have to take a zhower, at least he didn't mention last night... A flash of memories hit him like a truck. Nein. Not again. Not right now, Germany pushed the evil recollection far from his mind and gathered his stuff to get dressed after he took a shower.

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      Germany was-a acting weird again, Italy thought. He started acting weird when I-a fell on him... could Germany have... feelings? For me? Italy quickly dismissed his (A/N: Completely Accurate) thoughts. Germany couldn't love him, he never would. He just woke up after an especially uplifting good dream. At least it wasn't another nightmare. Italy shivered at the memory of Germany so, frail. Why won't he-a tell me what's wrong? What could be so scary that-a the big strong Germany is afraid, Italy completely forgot his thoughts as he skipped into the kitchen, instead focusing on the task at hand; breakfast.

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      Time Skip and Author's Note: Sorry these updates take so long lately my mind has been completely like 'Wut' when it comes to writing. Yesterday I got so bored I plucked all the seeds off a strawberry. Help me ;-; Anyways this is after shower time and breaky-fast and now is late in the afternoon.

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      "Ve~Germany?" Italy called out to his German friend, holding out the 'y' on his country name. He had made Germany a suprise, mashed potatoes with wurst and traditional German marzipans for desert. I-a hope-a the Germany likes it, he thought as he set the steaming plate of wurst on the table. Soon after German marched from his office, an official-looking paper and pen in hand. "Is dinner vready,"Germany asked, gazing over his glasses but not moving his head from staring at the paper. "Ve~ Doistu! Look-a! I made your-a favourite foods!" Italy twirled around in his yellow and pink checkered apron, earning a blush from Germany as he shifted his stare to the table, his mouth dropping as well as the document and pen in his hands. "Italia! You made thiz all vor me?" Italy smiled wide at the dumb founded expression on Germany's face. "Ve~ Germany, you looked-a so-a surprised! Do you like-a it? I made it-a just for y-" Italy was cut off by Germany glomping him. "Danke, Italia," he said, lightly pecking the sweet Italian on the head. Italy's face flushed red but he was too happy that the German liked his surpise to notice. He threw his thin feminine arms around his friend's waist and hugged tighter than Germany thought possible from his frail friend.

      They sat down across from each other and devoured the meal. It was delicious, after all Italy had made it. "Ziz iz umazing Italy! Vhere did you learn to cook like zis?" Germany was stuffing his face with yet another wurst, or how he says, 'vurst.' "Ve~ My-a Grandpa Rome-a said that the ladies love it when a man can cook! Although personally I just love the look on people's faces when I-a cook well," Italy replied happily with bite of German potatoes. Germany flinched at 'the ladies love it,' it seemed, but maybe that was just in Italy's head.

      It wasnt.

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      I is sorry I had extreme writer's block and I have like 400 things going on right now. Eithor way I'm too tired to write a proper author's note right now, so I'll just leave it at Yay thanks for like 500+ views and plz comment and follow and vote and check out my Notification and Announcement book it explains when my posting is wonky like the past week. Gomen'nasaii!!!

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