Germany's P.O.V.
It's been a couple days since Italy has been released from the hospital, and every time I think about any of the events that happened during that time it sends chills down my spine. When I think about how the weak country threw himself in front of me, not many others would do that for me. "Is it because I'm his ally?" I pondered. "But his eyes..." I was telling myself different. "They seemed so happy and relieved even though he was getting stabbed." I blushed a little. "Maybe it's because ve are friends?" Ja!!! Because ve are friends!" I thought I sorted it out. "But what about at the hospital?" I shook my head in distress again. "Ve~ Germany what's-a wrong?" Italy asked passing my work room. "Nothing just frustrating vork." I replied. "Ok! I'm going to-a make pasta for lunch!" He walked off. "Again?" I sighed, "At least he isn't a bad cook." I continued my previous thoughts, not actually doing my work. My heart melted when I thought about his hand stroking my hair, or the fact it my hand was entwined with his once free hand, or when we pinky promised, and his humming, and just all of it!!! It made me buzz inside like a teenage girl. I caught myself, "Vait, vhat am I talking about?! I need to calmly sort through this." My thinking process went a little like this:
"1. Vas I happy vhen he cooked for me?
2. Vas I happy he came looking for me?
3. Vas I happy vhen he talked with me at the hospital?
4. Vas I happy about our promise?"
I answered yes to all of those questions. "Do I like Italy???" Is the final question I arrived to. This was going to be a long day, and a hard decision. But at the end of the day my final thought was:
"I do love him."
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Do You Remember? Germany x Italy
DiversosI knew when I first opened my eyes who he was. I remembered the promise and farewell all at once. I remembered, but did he? (This will be a fanfic for GerIta! I will try my best for accents, no promises though. I hope you guys enjoy!)
