It was a cold winter night in Germany, and Italy was staying at Germany's house for a while. "Doitsu! You have-a no pasta! I'll-a go to the store! Ve~" Italy grabbed his wallet and walked out the door before Germany could say no. After he bought some fettuccini, and tomatoes, he started the walk back to Germany's place. Halfway there, he stopped and took a break, sitting on a park bench nearby. He sat there for a bit, until he felt a hand wrap around his mouth. "Come viz me, Italian?" A Slavic voice rang through his ears.
A/N My OC is Slovakia, but this is just some random Slavic dude. I really like doing the accent so... Onward for rainbows and German sparkle parties!
Italy surrendered as he was pulled to a unknown location, purposely and discreetly dropping a white flag.
Germany waited patiently for his friend to return, to make him pasta, to calm his worries. After a while, he walked outside and down the path to the store, Dan And Phil's. He found a white flag in the snow. He followed some footprints behind the bench, but they soon were filled in by more snow. Germany to his knees, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Italia..." He stood up then, and brushed the frozen tears from his face. I VILL find jou Italia. I vill alvays find jou.
A/N If you get that reference you get a link to a fabulous video. Same reward if you understand the store name ;)
Italy woke up in a dark room and looked around, shaking his restraints. "Hallo, Italian." The Slavic man had returned. "C-Ciao... Why-a am I here?" Italy asked slowly, following protocol for people who are kidnapped. He felt a hand on his face, but he couldn't see it due to the dark room. "I am Clint, und I needed a submissive play toy, und jou Italians are good at surrenderink." The Slavic drawl scared Italy and he winced, a tear spilling. "Let's have some fun, huh Italian?" Italy cried as a whip cracked on the chest. "Oh, this is gonna be entertaining!" Clint said.
Germany asked all the other countries where Italy had gone, and they all didn't know. He was preparing to give up, until someone who looked like America walked in. "Who are jou?" Germany asked the little guy. "I'm Canada and I think I might know where your friend is." Apparently there's was a kidnapper famous in Prussia that had moved to Germany after being in a penal colony. "How do you know zis?" Germany asked Canada. "You know, it helps to be dating Prussia." He smiled. "Vait, mein brüder is dating jou?" Canada nodded. After a lot of tracking (with help from most allies, but no help from America and Britain, they were too busy making out in a closet.), they found the kidnapper, Clint Harwood, in a warehouse in Hamburg. Russia, Lichtenstein, Germany and China ambushed the warehouse along with some soldiers. As they got in, Italy was handcuffed to a bed, a small cloth over his crotch. (Lol crotch cloth) Clint was standing above the bed with a whip. "Clint Harwood, you are under arrest for kidnapping, and apparently," Germany winced as he spoke. "Rape." The Slavic man started to run and Lichtenstein shot him in the back of his leg, restricting his movements. A few soldiers ran over to him and cuffed him. Germany ran to Italy and broke the cuffs, then preceded to take off his jacket and cover Italy with it, who hugged the German tightly and starting sobbing. "It's okay Italia, I'm here." They got out of the warehouse, where an ambulance was waiting. Italy was given a shock blanket and a water bottle. A few days later, Italy was back in Germany's house. He was preparing to go to sleep, but he ran into Germany's bedroom. "Ve~ Germany... Can I-a sleep in your bed? I'm-a scared..." Germany sleepily nodded and Italy jumped into the bed, cuddling up to Germany. "Grazie, Doitsu." He said peacefully before drifting into sleep. When he woke up, there was a warm weight draped across him. When he looked, it was Germany's arm. He smiled and looked at Germany's face. He looked really peaceful, especially considering Italy usually sees him frowning or yelling. He looked so adorable, Italy couldn't help but poke his face. "Wake up, Doitsu." He whispered. The German's opened slowly and Italy smiled. "Hallo Italia..." Germany mumbled. Again, Italy thought it was adorable. "Why do you look so angry during the day, but so adorable at night?" Germany was taken aback. "Jou think I'm...adorable?" Italy nodded and pink lightly dusted Germany's face. He rolled over and prepared to get up, but Italy pulled him back down with a surprisingly strong tug. "Don't leave." Germany complied and cuddled with Italy, blushing the whole time. And then Italy opened his eyes. He opened his eyes. Germany looked into Italy's eyes and couldn't look away. They were beautiful, a golden brown that reminded him of summer. He couldn't help it. He kissed Italy. Italy was surprised at first, but relaxed and kissed back. They kissed for a while until they had to breathe. "Doitsu-"Italy said, panting. "What was..." He was cut off by another kiss. He kissed back and when they broke apart again, Germany smiled. "No reason." Italy cuddled up to Germany's chest, now both of them were blushing as Italy spoke. "Ti amo, Doitsu." Germany smiled, he knew what the Italian phrase meant. "Ich leibe dich, Italia." They both held each other for the rest of the morning.
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