Yandere GerIta

ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴇʀᴍᴀɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

Awkward silence filled the cell as everyone,but Italy, was sitting on the floor. The cops took Italy to get proper treatment on the bullet wound.

Germany sighed, tapping his foot on the floor, having his hand run through his blond hair. He felt all eyes on him. It was either a state or a glare. He calmed his rage down, after everyone pushed him into the cell. He had his eyes closed thinking.

'Did I really shot Italy?'

'No no, I was aiming for those idiots, not for Italy. He just jumped in the way.'

'But the bullet did hit him. I was the one who shot the gun..'

'Agh! Stop staring at me!'

Germany snapped his eyes open making everyone but Prussia to jumped. Prussia fixed his red eyes at his younger brother, having his arms crossed sitting next to Canada.

"West, you need to fix your shit together. Seriously, what the heck was that back there? You shot Italy, and the awesome me!"

The blond sighed opining his mouth to say something but America cut him off.

"What are you going to do next? Eat the poor little guy like pasta?"

Germany glared at him, "Sure. I'll even use the Aallffreed-o sauce." He snapped at him. Expanding the 'Alfred' part.

America didn't get it and tilted his head confused. "What?"

England rolled his eyes sighing. "Idiot, he's referring the 'Alfred-o sauce' as your blood."

America thought about it for couple of seconds, before his mouth dropped, and dramatically pointed his index finger at Germany. "First off, rude! Second of all, fuck you! I taste good! Third off all..."

Canada tilted his head looking at America. "Third off all, what?"

America sighed lowering his finger. "I don't know."

"Of course." Germany rolled his eyes crossing his arms.

England eyes trailed to Germany, his eyes flickered. It wasn't a glare, nor was it very nice. His voice was heavy filling the room as he spoke. "You better feel sorry for Feliciano, he does really like you. After we had to go to that stupid lunch dietitian, I was wondering about the note. So I pick-pocket the stupid teacher."

America looked at him his mouth open about to tell him off before England put his finger up stopping him. He didn't move his eyes from Germany. America huffed and crossed his arms looking away.

"Honestly, I thought it was a joke. A prank to mess you around a little. So I didn't care and kept it just in case I needed to black mail him." England reached into his pocket, and took out a small white note and threw it at Germany. Germany looked down at the note and grabbed it.

"It wasn't till you ratted him out it started to show. It wasn't till America, and I told him something, he started to blush and being all flustered."

Germany opened the note starting to read it.

'Hey, hey! Germany!
This might be a little surprising buutt
I like you.
Like, love.
Wired huh? After that restaurant accident, I've been thinking about it. It was really hard! I couldn't fight against it!
Maybe,
Hopefully,
We can date?
~ ғᴇʟɪᴄɪᴀɴᴏ.'

  A blushed formed on the German cheeks as he groaned and slapped himself, as hate-loath started to rise. "Damn, I've ruined my chance.."

"You're lucky you hadn't."

Germany looked up his eyes held confusion, yet a little hope. "What do you mean?"