Hetalia Drabbles

Shock (gerita)

Disclaimer:I do not own the following work of fiction.

"Why do meetings always end up in chaos?" Germany thought as he watched France and England argue over something about pirates. "Why do we even bother anymore?" He sighed resting his chin on his hand.

Instead of trying to calm down the room as he usually did Germany found his eyes and mind wandering to the Italian that sat next to him. Italy was doing what Italy always did at meetings. He was talking about pasta. More like babbling on and on about useless things like what ingredents would taste good in certain types of pasta's. Germany tried to listen to what Italy was saying but he soon enough tuned him out and instead watched his lips move as the chattering Italian talked.

His thoughts wandered until they settled on a surprising inquire. "If I reached across the table and yanked Italy into a kiss, would the other nations shut up?" It was a thought, but not one Germany was willing to try out, sighing into defeat he rose to his feet opening his mouth to yell at everyone. Except, as soon as he stood up he tripped over something. In panic he tried to grab for the table to balance himself but missed by a long shot and grabbed Italy instead, pulling him into the fall as well.

The whole room fell deadly silent as the other countries stopped bickering enough to notice what had happened. Germany had fallen onto his back Italy landing right on top of him crushing their lips together. Germany froze in shock at the warmth of the Italian's lips, Italy moved away looking ready to cry as he apoligized over and over again. "Italy please shut up..." The beginning of a headache was stirring in his head and Germany did the only thing his aching brain told him would shut up the annoying over talkitive Italian. "I'm so a sorry Germa-" He yanked Italy down by the front of his shirt and gave him a proper kiss.

The room exploded into noise.

"Germany! What the bloody hell are you doing-!"

"Dude! Haha! This is a meeting! Haha! Get a room!"

"Ah! So Monsieur likes Little Italy! Hohohon!"

"Shut up you bloody frog!"

"Jealous because no one wants to kiss your tart british face!"

"Don't be ridiculous.!"

"I wonder if Germany hit his head when he fell, da?"

"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" Canada yelled getting fed up with being ignored and with the current situation. However his yelling had the opposite effect he was hoping for...

"AHHHHHH! GHOST!"

"Shut up America...it's just Canada." Germany said smoothing back down his hair as he sat back in his chair nearly tripping again. This is when he noticed that his shoe laces had been tied together. He didn't get to examine it farther though because Italy plopped himself down on Germany's lap. Causing his face to turn scarlet when Italy leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Get a room aru!"

While everyone was busy arguing Prussia slipped out of the room grinning to himself. The Ex-nation knew about his brother's fancy for Italy and had set it up for them. "Let's just hope bruder doesn't find out it was me..." Kesesese