Hetalia Fluffy Stories

GerIta~ Sing Me a Song

      "Hey Germany! Germany Germany!" Italy skipped over to the tall germanic man.

     He looked over, "Hallo Italy." He said in his usual tone.

     The small Italian stopped in front of him, his arms swinging childishly, "Lets go somewhere!"

     Germany tilted his head, "Italy, you know I have work to get done-"

    "Come on, Germany, lets go to the lake!" Italy said and grabbed Germany's arm, rushing down the street.

     "Italy! At least let me tell my boss!" He protested. Italy stopped, and let go of his arm, smiling back at him. Germany sighed, and took out his phone, dialing the number of his boss.

     After a short conversation, he hung up, and Italy started to bounce on the balls of his feet. "Come on, Germany, lets go to the park!"

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     The sun shone down on the bright blue lake. Well, to be honest, it was rather bluish-green than bright blue, but it didn't matter at the time. A few puffs of clouds floated across the sky, the soft but constant wind pushing them on.

     A couple of people were there, enjoying the warm summer afternoon. The two men recognized a few of those people: America was teaching Japan, who was standing nearby, how to fly a kite, Russia and China were sitting by the lake, watching the ducks swimming around, and France somehow got himself stuck in a tree when England said that it was a stupid thing to do.

     Evidently, he was right.

     Germany headed over towards an oak tree and sat down. "Hey Germany, can I ask you a question?" Italy asked as he sat down next to him, his head on Germany's lap.

     He looked down at the Italian, "What is it?"

     Italy smiled, "Can you sing me a song?"

     Germany gave him a puzzled look, "What?"

     "Sing me a song! Per favore?"

     Germany hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Alright, I'll see what I can do."

     Italy smiled brighter, his eyes opening wider with joy, rather than scrunched up and practically closed, "Thank you Germany!"

     Germany took a deep breath. He felt awkward. Im not much of an open singer like Italy is... He got an idea for what to sing, I guess this wont be too bad, since this is Italy. If this was Prussia or America, there would be no way I would be doing this!

     He finally got an idea of what to do, and cleared his thought. This is Italy, so I can trust him. "A thing and thing happened, so I called it a thing." Italy chucked a little bit, "And then I saw that the thing was an Italian."

     He looked down at Italy, who turned on his side. Even if I say something stupid, he doesn't say anything... "He claims he's a tomato box fairy, but I did not believe him. I discovered the North of Italy, and I took him home as a prisoner. Little did I know that he will become my friend." None of this rhymed! He thought, but Italy did nothing to show disappointment.

     Germany continued, "I ran to your rescue, even if it's just for a shoe. When Kiku had some booze, you gave him apple juice."

     An idea sparked Germany's mind, an idea that came from countless years ago, "You said you're scared to be alone, but I'm here to tell you,"

"Just believe in me, and I'll be your Holy Rome."