My Little Italy: Hetalia Gerita Fanfic

Chapter 2

I stood at the counter staring at a cook book. Why did these instructions make NO sense whatsoever? Maybe it's because I can't cook pasta to save my life... I'll get Italy to make some and I'll just make sausage.

Yeah I still felt a bit awkward from the events that took place a few days ago. Italy being in that position... Ugh.

"Italy!" I shouted. I heard clumsy foot steps make it down to the kitchen area.

Italy smiled standing there "Yes Germany?"

I couldn't help but look him over. I realized that I had been checking him out and coughed.

"Um... Italy, vould you like to make some... Pasta?" Italy squealed with joy.

"Sí Germany! I love making pasta!" He hugged my arm smiling from cheek to cheek.

I wanted to smile... But I don't want to give him the satisfaction and just nodded. "Italy get off my arm" I told him.

He frowned but went to grab two pots from a cabinet. He turned in the water faucet and filled the larger if the two pots with water. He walked over to the stove and put the water on to boil it. He turned around and stare at me.

"Germany, are you gonna make something?" I coughed and put my hand up to cover my blush.

"Ja, I vill make sausage.... Do you need anything?" I asked.

He vigorously nodded. "Sí Germany! Do you have tomato sauce?" He asked me.

I nodded

"Ja, under the sink."

"Grazi Germany!" As he leaned over I to get the sauce, I couldn't help but stare at his ass... He did have a nice buttocks... I had to blush and to hide it, I turned to the fridge to grab a sausage pack. As I turned around a small lump was right there, and fell into me. Sauce went everywhere.

Italy stared wide eyes at me, looking at my shirt covered in Sauce.

"Germany... I... I... Uh..." He started to tense. I looked down at my shirt... It was old, it doesn't matter. I sighed and looked up. I put my hand down, setting down the sausage. As I raised it again, he flinched and put his hands up to cover his face.

I didn't want to talk. I wasn't mad, just didn't want to talk. I sighed and pulled my shirt up to reveal my bare (and very ripped) chest. Italy's eyes went wider.

"Uh... Uh... I got to... Go... Pee." He stutter and scurried away to the background. I sighed yet again and grabbed a pan and started cooking my sausage.

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