A guilty man

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Ve~ Hello everyone reading my Hetalia fanfiction. I do not own Hetalia or any characters. This is purely a fanfiction and all rights go to the manga's  creator. Also, there will be yaoi so this is just a warning to you in case you don't like yaoi. Don't like don't read. I do not give warnings before sex scenes. Thanks~
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  The hot summer sun warms my skin as I sit in the grass. All that's on my mind still is Germany. I haven't felt this worried since I was little and since Germany left over a month ago and hasn't given me any sign of his return, I fear he might have died or disappeared. I sigh softly to myself, wondering why the ones I love the most always leave me. Deciding to visit Prussia, I get off the ground and go back into the house I've been staying at for the past month. The air inside smells of churros so I know that Spain is home and, judging by Romano's  angry tone, he probably forgot the ingredients  for the pizza my brother has been wanting to make for weeks. I try to avoid them so I don't get dragged into the argument, successful in doing so, I walk to my room and get some things I've been meaning to bring to Prussia for a while.
  After a bit of prepping, I finally get out the door, successfully avoiding Romano and Spain again. The walk to Germany and Prussia's house is long, but once I get there it's all for naught. Relief floods my conscious once Prussia comes into view with the dogs. "Ve~ Prussia! Ciao!!!" I yell, waving to him as I walk closer. He stops and turns around, waving back to me with a smile.
"Hey, Italia, what brings you here? Couldn't get enough of me, could you?" I catch up to him and greet the dogs who seem more than happy to see me.
"Actually, I came to drop some stuff off and I have some things I want to talk about." He nods and starts walking again.
"How about over dinner?" He asks. I smile and nod at the idea.
"Ve, that's a great idea! I always love eating at your place!" He smiles as if he had accomplished  something I don't know about, but I'm not worried.
"Why don't you go wait in the house for me then? The door should be open. I will meet you there when I'm done walking the dogs."
  All my worry seems to fade away once I'm inside the house. I lay on the couch, looking at my surroundings and hugging the pillow on the couch. It smells so much like Germany that I start to zone out, holding it close to my chest and letting the thought of Germany comfort me. A little while later, the door opens and Prussia walks in. I sit up as he comes over to sit on the chair across from me.
"So, first off, what did you come to drop off?" He asks. I hand him some things I borrowed and never got around to returning.
"Ve, sorry I kind of stole some of your stuff...I also brought you some of my food. I know how you like it." I hand him a couple containers of food and smile. I wait patiently as he puts all the things where they belong. He sits back down and leans toward me.
"What did you want to talk about, cutie? You seem a bit worried and it's off putting. I've never seen you like this." My smile turns to a frown as all my worries reappear.
"Well...I...um...I wanted to know if Germany is ever coming back...I haven't seen him in a long time and I'm worried about him." Prussia's face instantly contorts to a sneer, causing me to tense.
"That bastard!! Italia, he's been back for 2 weeks. He is out back right now. I'm sorry my brother is such a douche. I would never do that to you." Realizing what that means, I jump up, ready to go run outside, but Prussia pulls me down. "Stay here. He should be back inside soon and if you run outside right now he will probably lie to you." I feel my heart get heavy as I sit back on the couch.
"Ve...grazi for telling me." He nods and switches to the couch I am on to hug me.
  His embrace is comforting so I hug him back, nuzzling my face into his chest. He rubs my back softly and we stay like that, sitting in a silent embrace for a while until he breaks the silence.
"What do you want for dinner?" I look up at him and shrug.
"Anything is fine." He smiles and just then, the door opens and Germany walks in.
  As soon as he lays eyes on me and Prussia, his face darkens. Completely still, he stands by the door. I stand and walk up to him, slowly.
"Hey, Italy, I--" I cut him off with a smack to the face. He looks completely shocked and his expression quickly changes to that of a guilty man.
"You were gone for months and you didn't tell me when you got home...why would you do that to me? You don't even know how worried I was and I understand if you hate me, but you could have at least told me you were home." I say, trembling and not even attempting to hold back my tears.
"Italy...let me explain..." He says, his voice low. Prussia, who had been in the kitchen, walked past Germany to go outside.     
     "I will be back, I have to go get ingredients." He says. I nod and look back to Germany.
"Italy, when I got back I saw you with your family and I know they all hate me so I thought it would be best to let you get closer with your family if you thought I was still gone." I growl and turn around, sitting on the couch.
"But you have been back for 2 weeks...that's a long time not to tell me you're back! If you hate me then just tell me, Germany! I can take it..." He walks up and puts his hands on either side of my face, making me look in his eyes.
"I don't hate you, Italy! Stop saying that!" He yells, making me flinch. I start to shake and can't help but cry more. The next thing I feel is his strong arms wrapped around me, pushing me into his chest. I hug him back, weakly. His body is warm and makes me feel secure, but I can't bring myself to stop crying. "How can I make it up to you?" He asks, talking softly so he doesn't scare me. I force my sobs down so I can talk.
"I...I want a kiss, Germany...one in the morning and one at night every day until I believe you don't hate me..." He goes silent for a bit before moving back and kissing me softly. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck until he pulls away and holds me in his arms on the couch.
"I promise I won't disappoint you. Now, please stop crying, Italy." I nod and try not to cry.
  After a while, I stop crying and relax in his arms, my eyes closed and my head on his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. I've missed him so much and being so close to him is comforting. He rocks me slowly as if I am a little child until I fall asleep.

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