Fallen~GerIta

Chapter twelve

A few days later, I noticed Germany was acting more and more odd around me.

Usually, he would make me train twenty-four seven, but lately whenever I asked him to do something with me, he would say yes, almost excitedly!

I wondered why of course, so I ended up asking him when I mentioned we'd go out for dinner instead of cooking at home.

His face became a tomato red, and he just waved it off as nothing.

I didn't want to push him in anyway, so I didn't ask anything after that.

I was still confused of course, and I was determined to get an answer.

I just didn't know I'd get it in a mere week.

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That night, we went out for dinner.

I let him choose the restaurant, and I had to let him drive this time.

I came out of my room wearing my best suit and he wore his everyday clothes.

For some reason, he spit out his drink once I said a hello and he turned around.

Maybe he saw a bug!

I grabbed a napkin and helped him clean it up, and he merely stood there frozen for a minute or two, before heading back to his bedroom and changing his shirt, since he now had beer all over it!

He changed into a formal white shirt, and tie.

He grabbed his coat,and we headed out!

I skipped merrily to the car and he locked the door of the house.

He chuckled once before following me, and I opened the car door into the passenger side.

I jumped up and down in my seat from giddiness as he got into the front seat.

He put his hand on my arm.

"Nien." He muttered and started the car.

I giggled as we drove down the long stretch of road to the downtown streets of Germany to the restaurant.

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It was around nine when he finally arrived there.

There was a huge traffic holdup!

Luckily, Germany knew where to go and such, but it did make a drawback on our plans a little.

All he did was grunt and yell German words out of the window, which I had a bad feeling were bad words.

He saw my expression of worry and confusion and stopped, but did growl a few times on the way there.

I smiled contently to myself as we arrived to the restaurant.

I found us a table for two by the window as Germany went to the washroom.

I waited happily as I ordered him a beer, and I, a wine.

I felt like I was-a big brother France!

I giggled and slung my legs over the tall chair and waited.

He came out a few minutes later, and eyed his beer.

I smiled and told him about my day as he drank, and we also discussed other problems in the world.

Countries gossip, if you will.

We talked and ordered our food.

It was nice just sitting with Doitsu and talking.

I mean, usually we did it at home, but he's been in his study all say, I was afraid he wasn't ever coming back out!

I drank my wine slowly, while he drank beer after beer.

Us countries can hold our alcohol, and since we're immortal, our blood alcohol content stays zero all the time!

Except, of course, if you're either Prussian or German, or the occasional Englishmen.

Oh yes, Germany became drunk.

It was-a funny see him drunk sometimes!

He'd be more funny, sometimes more flirty, and a lot more open to the social world.

He would laugh, be very happy, and be a lot more energetic!

Technically, as others would say, he'd become a German Italy!

I'd laugh at the statement, but I knew it was true.

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He was way too drunk to drive of course, so I was instructed to drive for the night.

I was-a terrified!

I had to open my eyes the full way, and I couldn't think of pasta to distract me.

Although, Germany became distracting.

It was weird, he would keep hugging me, and slurring and such, but it was funny!

When I drove down the street to our house, he was singing very loud on the German version of "What Makes you Beautiful."

Thanks England.

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I recorded it of course, because I kept hearing all the other countries in my head telling me to.

Anyways, I helped him to the door, and he hugged me close the way there.

I helped him to his room, and he kept patting me and slurring in German words.

I wasn't sure what he was saying, but I picked up something.

It was when I tucked him in when he pulled me in and....and..kissed me!

I sat there as he kissed me, and I was blushing like a tomato.

His lips tasted like beer, and I was sure he wasn't going to remember this in the morning, but I kissed him back anyways.

I pulled away after a few seconds or so, and giggled.

I stood up and smiled, "Buonanotte Germany." I said, trying not to jump around excitedly.

He slurred, "G-Guten Nacht." He murmured.

"I-Ich liebe dich." He said one last time as he closed his eyes.

I watched him for a few moments, "Ti Amo..." I said trying not to cry as I headed to my room.

I laid down on my bed and cried softly. I wasn't happy, I was sad.

I just told him something I probably won't ever say again.

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Germany's POV

To be honest, I vasn't zhat drunk.

I just pretended to be, for zhat night.

I can handle mien bier vell, und I'm surprised Italia didn't catch on earlier.

It vas zhe only time I could tell him.

I remembered lying down on mien bed, and I said, "Ich liebe Dich."

I never expected him to kiss back, let alone answer.

"Ti Amo...." Und zhen he vas gone.

Vhat am I going to do now zhat I know?