Pure Bliss-GerIta (Hetalia fanfic) *YAOI*

Italy

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 Italy:

I woke up to Germany's soft snores, and I couldn't help but grin down at the man I'd just given myself away to completely. I was his now. Or at least, I thought I was.

That was what it meant when people...did what we did...right? I frowned for a second as I tried to think it over, but ended up just not caring much. I couldn't be unhappy right now! Me and Germany...We...

I squealed aloud and buried my face into my pillow. “I love him. I love him. I love him.” I chanted into to pillow, as if I couldn't say it enough. Last night had been a realization for me. I knew how I felt about him now. I knew for sure.

I didn't have to worry. I didn't have to stress. I knew how I felt!

The best part wasn't that fact though. The best part was that I was fairly sure Germany felt the same.

Well, yeah. Of course he did. He wouldn't of been so eager last night if he hadn't felt the same. I felt myself start to blush as flashes of what happened last night appeared in my mind. Germany, completely naked, placing his-

“Italy?” I yelped in shock as I heard someone say my name, my dirty thoughts instantly leaving me. I was so bad.

I giggled softly. It kinda felt good to be that way. I kinda...liked it?

“Italy?” Germany repeated again, still sounding just as groggy as he did the first time.

“Yeah?” I whispered sweetly, turning on my side to watch him. He did the same, and we laid there, just staring into one anothers eyes for what felt like quite some time before either of us spoke.

“I love you.” Germany mumbled, leaning in to place his lips on mine. I eagerly kissed him back, doing my very best not to take the kiss far. We just woke up, and Germany was sleepy. I wouldn't want him to feel pressured or rushed or anything like that.

“I love you too.” I murmured quietly after our soft kiss ended. The smile that made it's way onto his lips made me want to suddenly cry. God, he was so beautiful. So...Handsome.

“And you're all mine..” I stated quietly, wiping away the tear that slid down one of my cheeks. Germany instantly sat up in the bed, looking at me with concern.

“Italy? What's wrong?” He demanded, pulling me into his arms. I laughed softly and snuggled into his bare chest, feeling total bliss in this moment.

“I'm just really happy.” I whispered, feeling him relax as soon as the threat of me being upset was gone.

“Oh. Well, yes. I am as well.” He grunted, making me giggle again. Goodness, he was so cute right now.

“Germany! Italy! Breakfast!” A familiar voice called out from across the house. I immediately pulled away from Germany and got off the bed.

The moment my feet touched the ground, I took off in a sprint, yelling, “Coming!” As I went. I made it about two feet before falling flat on my face. A sharp, sudden pain in my hips made me cry out, and I remained where I was on the ground, biting my lip.

Why was I hurting? I didn't understand why I-Oh.

“Italy?!” Germany was off the bed in record timing as he stared down at me in fear. “What's wrong?” He asked, squatting down to pick me up into his arms. I started to protest, but before I could he was already standing back up, me in his arms.

“My hips ache.” I whined, rubbing my eyes. He watched me with a sad smile.

“Do they?” He asked softly, making me nod. “And what about Italy's lovely...ass?”

“It's sore.” I murmured, knowing exactly why my butt was hurting. “But it was worth it.” I added in, hoping to change his mind if he was reconsidering whether or not we should keep doing this. I wanted this. I wanted him.

I really did.

He carried me all the way into the kitchen, and sat me down on top of the kitchen table. Japan gave Germany a stern look, but didn't say anything in protest. He had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked a little grumpier than usual, but I decided to ignore it.

“Mornin'” I heard a someone mutter as they walked into the kitchen. I glanced behind me to find myself staring at Greece, who looked about the exact opposite of Japan. He seemed...Happy. Sheepish, even. As though he felt the need to gloat over something.

“Greece!” I squeaked excitedly, waving at him. “Why are you here?” I asked, utterly curious. Was he here to take Japan somewhere? They hung out every once in awhile, if I could remember correctly.

“Oh, just visiting.” He stated as he made his way to Japan's side, watching Japan finish up making our breakfast. Japan seemed to act oblivious to Greece, and I couldn't help but feel a tad bit worried for them. Were they having a rough patch in their friendship? Were they not getting along?

I was about to open my mouth and ask when I noticed Germany was no longer in the kitchen. “Germany?” I called out, looking around.

Well, he definitely wasn't in the kitchen...I slowly got off of the table and scowled as the pain I'd felt just a couple minutes ago come back. Wow, doing something so wonderful had it's consequences. That was for sure.

I silently hoped it wouldn't always feel like this.

I cautiously made my way out of the kitchen, overlooking the fact that Greece was openly flirting with Japan as I made my way out.

Where did Germany go? Was he okay? How come he hadn't said anything to me.

“Germany?” I called again, peeking into the bathroom as I passed by. No...He wasn't in there. I peered up at our bedroom door, squinting to see if the light was on.

No. It wasn't.

I tried my best to contain my worry as I sped up my walk, calling his name everything thirty seconds or so.

Did something happen? Was he okay?

The sudden thought occurred to me that he probably wasn't. Tears filled my brown eyes as I began to run around the house, looking anywhere, everywhere, for him. The pain in my hips became worse and worse the more I moved about, but I didn't care.

I had to find Germany!

Where? Where was he?

“Germany!” I yelled out, glancing around me. “Germany, I'm scared! Come out please!”

No response.

Just as I was about to call for Japan and Greece, I noticed a crumpled up note on the floor in Germany and I's room.

Looking down, I bent over and picked it up, unfolding it only to see Germany's somewhat messy handwriting sprawled out on the page.

Italy, I can't.

I'm sorry.

I held the piece of paper up, already trembling. What did he mean? What was going on? I slowly sank to the ground as I stared at the paper.

I was always the happy one, I always tried to see the bright side of things.

I loved Germany. I really did.

I felt the warm tears slide down my cheeks as I tried to drown out my sadness with happy memories of Germany and I.

I'm sure this was just a silly joke. I smiled slightly. He'd be back soon.

  Right?