GerIta Drabble: Hate

     Italy and Germany were sitting on a grassy hill, resting after a long day of training, when Italy said something that took Germany by surprise. "Germany, if you ever start to-a hate me, please tell me. I know I can-a be loud and annoying sometimes, and I'm-a not the best at following orders, so I can-a understand if you do start to-a hate me."

     "Und vhat vould you do if I did say zhat?" He turned to look at Italy. "I hate you Italy." He looked back at the setting sun. "Vhat zhen?" Italy looked taken aback for a moment then smiled sweetly.

"I would-a try to make you like me again." Germany reached over and grabbed Italy's hand, pulling him into a hug. He placed his chin on the top of Italy's head and held him tight.

"Italy, I apologize for how rude I've been to you. I'm sorry for yelling at you vhen I can tell zhat you are trying your hardest. I vant you to know somesing." He pulled back so he could look Italy in the eyes. "I could never hate you, NEVER. Italy," he placed his forehead against Italy's "I love you."

Italy blinked in surprise and smiled, tear overflowing from the corners of his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Germany and placed his head in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you Germany. Thank you. I love you. I-a love you so much." Germany smiled and wrapped his arms around Italy's waist, pulling him into his lap. He placed a kiss ontop of Italy's head.

"You're velcome. Ich leibe dich."

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Thanks for reading. This is just a really short story I wrote during church. I hope you enjoyed it. ^J^