Hetalia One-Shots

GerIta : Il Mio

  The joyful chatter of the streets brings happiness to a certain Italian as he strolls down the sidewalk in company of his best friend. The sun is high and the sky clear, a perfect day for a walk in the old town. Germany marches next to the yapping brunet only half-listening to his babbling. Suddenly, the cheerful nation stops in his tracks and tilts his head. The tall blond stops as well and searches for what Italy was looking at.

  "What is it? Is something wrong?" inquires Germany. Italy grins and turns to his friend. "Hey Germany, look, look! There are pretty girls over there staring at us," chuckles the adorable nation. The blond glances at two girls who were blushing and giggling. "We should talk to them! Please?" begs Italy with giant eyes. With a desolated sigh Germany rubs his temples. "Sure, as long as it doesn't take too long. We have somewhere to be after this."

  "Yay! Thank you!"

  But before the men can walk up to the two girls, they come to them. Both are dark haired women, one with her hair tied in a ponytail and the other wearing a headband. They smile brightly and one waves her hand. "Hello, we were just wondering if you could indicate us the way to the market?" asks one of the girls with a wide grin. Germany is about to point back from where they came from but Italy jumps in front of him and agitates his arms excitedly. "Buongiorno segnora! Of course, of course! Let me show you! What a shame such beautiful ladies like you are lost, let me help you!"

  The three giggle and Germany stands back with a straightened posture. One of the girls, the one with her hair down, glances at the blond and raises her eyebrows with a cute smile. She observes him from top to bottom, admiring that fit body of his. Despite his stern gaze she contemplates his piercing blue eyes. She blushes at the view of the six foot tall man which she considers a fine piece of ass.

  Italy notices the girl's distraction and grins jumping back to stand near his friend. He chuckles waving his hands then his stare turns cold. His face is serious and dark, making the girl flinch. He mouths menacingly "step off my man, bitch" while tracing his finger across his neck. The girl steps back wide-eyed and the nation switches back to his usual cheery self. "And so you just have to follow the signs over there!"

  The girl grabs her friend by the arm and scurries off to the center of the town. Germany, too tall and uncaring to have witnessed the scene just wonders why they left so promptly. Usually girls would stay a little longer to speak to the Italian. He soon shrugs it off as his clingy friend straps himself around one of his muscular arms. They pursue their stroll following the edge of the river.

  For Italy it was rare for a woman to be interested in Germany, but he would always make it clear that the muscular blond was his and his only.