3rd person pov
Germany loved Italy. He has loved Italy ever since he found him in a tomato crate. "Germany, Germany!" Germany was pulled from his thoughts, turning around to see a familiar face. Italy ran up and gave Germany a hug feeling the muscles through his black wife beater (tank top). "V'hat are you doing here? I thought you ver with with Francis" Germany asked. " Well, I came back early, because I wanted to see you." Germany could feel himself blush a little. "But I thought your day with Francis v'as supposed to be special" Germany asked. "Well nothing is special if your not there. Now kiss me Germany" said Italy. Germany looked like a tomato now. "R...really like right now?" "Yes Germany, I love you." Germany bent down to kiss Italy. Second later he woke up sweating. "Oh, it was just a dream." Germany sat up in bed and looked around his room. He looked netted to him and saw the sleeping Italy that snuck into his bed. "Ugh, Italy can't you ever sleep in your own room" Germany questioned, picking up the sleeping Italy. "Let's go" and off went Germany carrying Italy to his room. Germany went back to his own room when he was done and laid down, drifting off to sleep.
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Gerita
FanfictionGermany and Italy have been friends for a while and Germany might be feeling things for Italy far more than friends,but will never tell anyone about it. Unless they start to find things out by themselves.
