Hetalia One-Shots

GerIta : You See Me Talking?

  A cool breeze flowed through the Italian meadow, making the tall grass waver gracefully. The rays of sun flooded the land, covering everything it touched with a thin golden layer. The clear, blue sky offered no shade from the solar light. The only place to hide from the crushing heat was to stay at the foot of the scarce trees.

  Two daring figures strolled through the grass carrying a basket and a small sack. The shorter one was swinging the wicker basket cheerfully while holding the back of his ginormous sun hat so it wouldn't fly off as he skipped along the small path. The taller man walked steadily, his back straight and eyes glued to his jumpy friend. He adjusted the strap to the small backpack and draped it over his shoulder.

  "Germany! Germany! Look! Look! Those are called wild poppies! They are very beautiful!" exclaimed the nation pointing to the red flowers. The blond nodded, observing the wildlife of the plain. The overexcited boy stretched his arm out to the right then brought it to the left.

"Over there is a little farm with a charming old lady. I go see her often when I visit this town. On this side, lots and lots of grapes grow. We mostly use them for wine though, they're too sour for us to eat, but if you really want some you can eat them, they're not that bad. Though I don't like them a lot. When I eat them, my face hurts and I look like this," babbled Italy, sucking his cheeks in and puckering his lips. He twirled around so Germany could properly see. The stern-looking man let out a low and soft chuckle. Italy smiled proudly and spun back around.

  Both countries happily pursued their stroll while the hyperactive nation kept spilling words after words, barely taking a break for air. At each word spoken, he flailed his arms explaining what he meant. It was a common Italian trait to have many hand gestures while talking, and Italy himself was no exception.

  "I love going on picnics with you, Germany! And today is such a beautiful day!" cheered Italy, swinging his arms side to side. "Since it's very hot, I'm going to show you an oak tree where we can sit in the shade!" Italy formed a circle in the air with his arms to describe how big was the tree. "It's a really, really big tree with lot's of branches and-" He waved his hands back and forth explaining how the branches were and accidentally punched Germany in the face.

  "Ouch!" exclaimed the big country in discomfort. He brought his hand to his face, cupping his throbbing nose. "Oh mio Dio! Mi dispiace Germany! I'm so sorry! It was an accident!" They both stopped in their tracks and Italy wouldn't stop waving his hands apologetically. The blond man groaned and sighed, exasperated.

  "Why do you always have to do that?" Italy squeezed his hands against his chest. "What? Do what?" asked the small brunet anxiously. "Why do you Italians always do," he flailed his hands in front of his face, more than annoyed, "this?" Italy watched confused and clapped his hands together holding them above his head. "Oh Germany, please forgive me!"

  The Germanic nation had no choice but to let the small incident slip. Italy wouldn't understand or be able to correct his manners anyway. He sighed and patted the shorter country's head. "Of course I forgive you, Dummkopf..." Italy cried out in joy and jumped at Germany's neck, holding him tightly. "Grazie Germany! Grazie mille!"

  Germany held Italy against him and lifted his giant straw hat off his head. He caught the nation's soft lips into a caring kiss. He dropped Italy back on the ground and shoved the hat back on his head making sure his eyes were covered as he hurriedly continued walking. The small brown-eyed country pulled the hat off his face and placed it correctly on his head. He grinned sheepishly and ran up to Germany.

  "Germany! Germany! Wait for me! I love it when you do that Germany! You are so romantic!" sighed contently Italy while skipping next to his lover. The blue-eyed blond looked away, his face turning pink. "Oh Germany! You're getting a sunburn!" shouted Italy oblivious, pointing at the taller man's face.

  "H-Halt die Klappe," murmured Germany, speeding up. Italy joyfully laughed while marching happily. The sun warmed the air and their hearts as they approached the giant oak tree. Everything was perfect for a picnic in the afternoon sun.

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TRANSLATIONS

Italian

Mio Dio = my God

Mi dispiace = I'm sorry

Grazie (mille) = thank you (very much)

German

Dummkopf = idiot

Halt die Klappe = shut up