Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

CHAPTER XXIX. HOME IS WHERE THE HEADACHES ARE.

CHAPTER XXIX.

HOME IS WHERE THE HEADACHES ARE.

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＊Germany's P.O.V.＊

"Ah! We're finally home!" Italy exclaimed, jumping out of the car and twirling around. Even though we had been slumped in our car for around 10 hours, Italy could still run around like a rabbit.

"Ja, the beach was nice, but I really do prefer coming home" I said, sighing as I picked up both mine and Italy's luggage and carried it to the door.

"Ah ah! I've just had the most brillante idea! Since we're back from our honeymoon, you should carry me into our house like a Principessa!" Italy told me, grinning and running over to me.

I huffed, but I couldn't help smiling as well. "Alright, come on" I said, unlocking the door first before scooping Italy up from the concrete. He giggled and wrapped his arms around my neck as I pushed the door open.

"Ah, home sweet hom-"

"SURPRISE!" I was disrupted by multiple voices screaming, making me drop Italy from shock.

"I-I'm so sorry Feliciano, but why are all of you in our house? More importantly, how did all of you get into our house??" I questioned, wanting to punch the countries I saw before me in the face. Spain and Romano were curled up on our sofa, and America, France, China, and England were all standing, still looking at us with smiles as if their little surprise was a gift from the heavens.

"Well obviously this is a post-wedding celebration! You've had your time alone, now you have to deal with us again!" America said, grinning.

"What are you talking about America? We literally had to deal with you a few days ago because you were at the same beach as us" I reminded him, but he ignored it and instead picked up a bottle of wine, handing it to France to open.

"Cheers to the lovely couple!" France exclaimed, pulling the cork out and letting the carbonated red wine fly out of the bottle and onto the floor. My white carpeted floor. They all served themselves some and handed both Italy and I a glass, but I put mine down and clearer my throat.

"Sorry, but you all need to leave" I said, rubbing my temples.

"Ah, don't be like that mon ami, come! Celebrate! Dinner is already prepared" France told me, patting me on the back with an apologetic face on. I looked over at Italy, who put on a very convincing smile, but I could tell he was very confused about everything going on.

"Don't worry, England didn't make it" France reassured me.

"Hey!" England yelled, offended.

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After a grueling time getting everyone served (since for some reason, I was left serving everyone), we all sat around the table. I was so tempted to force everyone out, but Spain had made a feast, and I was not letting Italy eat all of it and get a stomachache.

I had to admit, I found it a bit strange how a few things were happening at the table. For one, France and England seemed locked in an intense eye contact battle. They would break contact only to sheepishly look away and stare right back at each other. America was babbling on about his new jet, yet he seemed preoccupied with the other's as well.