I Need Love. ♥ (GerxIta Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Love and Warmth.

I wake up, next to Germany. Just like the past days. He looks really cute when he's sleeping. So peaceful..

I get up and walk to the kitchen. I make breakfast for the both of us. As  I serve the table, Germany is at the entrance of the kitchen.

"Good Morning Germany! I hope I didn't wake you."

I say in a really happy tone. I love Germany, but.. I get this weird feeling he doesn't love me back. It would make sense. But, it doesn't matter, I love him no matter what.

"Yes, Good morning. No, you didn't wake me. I slept well, but Italy.. WHY THE HELL WERE YOU SLEEPING IN MY BED?!"

He yells at me and grabs me by my clothes.

"Wahh, I'm sorry I get so cooold and, and your bed is so waaaarm! Please don't yell at me Germanyyy!", I say.

I'm not obsessed with Germany or anything but I have strong feelings for him.

He sighs, "It's alright. You do have a point, it is getting colder in my house since it is winter." He pats my head. "Hey Italy, since I do have a fire place, how about we chop some wood?", he asks nicely.

"Ahhh! Germany that sounds like fun! Let's go now-",

"No," he interrupts, " it's still morning and is freezing. Later in the afternoon, alright?"

"Alright. Hey, is something burning?"

"THE FOOD! ITALY, IT'S ALL BURNT!", he says panicky.

"Wahhh the eggs are all black! Germany, please don't kill meeee! I'll grab the fire extinguisher!"

I grab it and extinguish the small fire.

But I think it was a bad idea.. because now all the food is now unedible.

"Italy... go buy more food. I'll make breakfast, just go.."

Aw, now he's mad. Sigh. I'll go now before he kills me.

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I'm finally at the market. It is cold. Germany was righ- Germany is probably really mad at me... I don't like it when he's mad at me. Why am I so clumsy? Now I know why he doesn't like me..

I got the food so I better- Ack! Ow, someone bumped into me.

"Gasp! I'm so sorry! I'm in a hurry and I wasn't paying attention. I'm so clumsy! Here, let me help you up!", this girl says.

She's really beautiful. "No, it's okay. It's fine. I'm fine, really.", I say politely.

"No, it would be rude not to help you! What's your name?", she asks.

"Feliciano. Yours?"

"Ivanna. Well, I must go. Please excuse me!"

I try to stop her."Wait!". She couldn't hear me. Oh well. I better go back to Germany's house.

On the walk there I see Hungary. "Hungary," I yell, "Good morning!". She sees me, smiles and waves. It's good to see Hungary now and then.

I finally arrive at Germany's. I open the door and he's not in the kitchen. I look around the house and he's in his office.

"Uh, Germany.. I'm back. I brought more food."

He doesn't look too angry.

"Ah, yes. Thank you Italy.", he says calm.

"Hm? You're not angry?", I ask him confused.

"No, it's alright. Everybody makes mistakes once in a while. Even I do. So, I'm sorry Italy. Do you forgive me?", he's blushing.