Hetalia Oneshots

❤️Germany x Italy❤️

A/N: This is the first thing that came to mind. The one ship everyone can agree on.

Feliciano Vargas=Italy
Ludwig Bielschmit= Germany
Gilbert Bielschmit= Prussia

---First Love---

My first love was a guy...

Those words echoed through Germany's mind as he lay in his bed that night. After giving Italy that tomato ring, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about that moment, the image of the brown haired country smiling infront of him, a small heart in the boy's curl.
"Mhmmm give me your vital reigonssss..." Mumbled his brother in the bed next to him. Germany sighed, Prussia was probably dreaming of attacking Hungary or Austria again.
"Mien Gott." He rolled over and covered his head with his pillow, trying to drown out the grunts and shouts from his brother across the room. And yet the picture still came back to him, the dreamy look on the young boy's face, his closed eyes and the wobbly smile he had. But that was with those women he brought along. The only expression he had on his face with Germany was confusion and fright. Germany sighed, maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding. He went to sleep with the thought of smiling Italy, the smile genuine and sweet. A smile that was caused by Germany, not some other. A smile he was able to create.

The sun peeked behind two large mountains, casting a pinkish red glow across the sky, making the evening magical.
"Ve~ Germany, doesn't the sky look beautiful?" The Italian boy sighed with content.
"Ja, it does..." Germany replied, his voice warm. "Er, Italy, what did you mean when your first love was a guy?" Italy chuckled softly. He instantly regretted bringing up the topic.
"Well, that was the time when I was under the control of Austria. There was another child there too. His name was the Holy Roman Empire." Italy had a distant look in his eyes, recalling the events of his childhood. "I was afraid of him at first, but I grew to love him." He exhaled. Germany felt slightly jealous, this child had caught Italy's heart when he fell in love. A child of all people.
"Well, uh, vhat did he look like?" Germany piped. Italy looked over to the blond haired man and shuffled closer to him on the bench.
"He looked a lot like-a you actually. Sharp blue eyes and blond hair-" he stopped and looked Germany in the eyes. "And pure skin! Ve~ like an angel!" Italy flopped onto Germany's lap, lying down on the bench. Germany absent mindedly reached out to stroke the boy's hair but stopped. Italy opened his eyes and Germany saw the twinkle of sadness in the deep orange abyss. It was as if he dismissed a thought, like he ignored the fact that Germany looked exactly like Holy Rome. The brown haired boy turned on his side and continued to watch the sun drift down the horizon, a single tear slipped down his face. A single tear for his first love.

"Brüder, zhere's someone at zhe door for you!" Germany was out of bed in an instant. That dream replayed in his head and he shuddered. The look on Italy's face was full of despair, which he had never seen before. Speaking of Italy, his brother, Romano was at the door looking as pissed as ever.
"Hey you potato bastardo!" The angry Italian threw a potato at Germany's face but as he threw it he tripped over the door step and the potato hit Germany's arm instead. Romano was up in an instant. "My little brother has been crying out your name in his sleep!" His eyes went dark. "What did you do, you idota!" Another potato appeared in his hand and he chucked it at the confused German.
"I've had enough of this." Germany caught the potato in his hand and crushed it, making Romano screech. "Vhy don't you come inside and we can talk over this." He narrowed his eyes. "Properly."
🥔Time skip brought to you by the crushed potato 🥔
Germany set the tray down on the coffee table and sat on one of the armchairs, in front of Romano.
"Alright, why did you come here?" He took a mug of coffee from the tray and blew on it lightly.
Romano exhaled and started, "Well I was-a sleeping normally when I was woken up by my fratello shouting your name in his sleep." He paused and looked Germany firmly in the eyes. "Is your human name Ludwig Bielschmit?" Germany was taken aback by the Italian's question and repositioned himself in his armchair, setting the coffee cup down then cleared his throat.
"As a matter of fact, yes." He sighed, "How did you know?"
"That was the name that Feliciano shouted, along with 'Germany' and 'Doitsu'." He mimicked Italy's high pitched voice. Germany winced, it sounded terrible.
"Did he tell you what dream he had?" Germany asked him. Romano nodded.
"Yah, he said you guys were sitting on a bench or something." He stopped, thinking. "Oh yeah, and there-a was something about a sunset- on a hill." Germany felt his heart race faster, Romano had described the exact same dream he had himself. He had to see Italy immediately.
"Vhere is he now?" Germany stood up abruptly, a stony expression on his face.
"Eh?" Romano looked at how serious the blond haired German was and quickly picked up his phone. "He's at the supermarket right now." He watched Germany zip out of the room, the front door slamming. Romano waited a few seconds, then Germany walked back into the room, rubbing his neck.
"Uh-"
"The one nearest to our house with the Italian flag on the window." Romano watched once more as Germany nodded thankfully and sped out. "Idiota." He grumbled.

Germany sprinted down the sloped streets, scanning any supermarkets with an Italian flag on the window. After at least a minute of running, Germany noticed that he had passed Romano and Feliciano's house, this made him slow down to a gentle jog. All this running tired him out, so he stopped and sat on a memorial bench to regain his breath.
"All zhis running is even too much for me!" Germany chuckled and rest his head back. There was a small flicker in the corner of his eye, making him turn his attention to that flicker. A long pole stood tall among the multiple shops, a light breeze carried what looked like a flag at the top of the pole, rippling in the wind. Germany squinted and made out three colours on the flag; green red and white. A light bulb switched on in his mind as he got up off the bench and started sprinting towards it, his eyes set on the flag. If that wasn't the place then he would give up. The sun floated down in the sky, casting an orange glow on the supermarket Germany had stopped in front of, an Italian flag in the window, small in contrast to the one on the flag pole next to the shop. He sighed in relief and made his way towards it. Just as he got close, the automatic doors slid open and revealed just who he was looking for.
"Feliciano!"

A/N: Alright this is too long for a oneshot

This was annoying for a first chapter.
Anyway, if you do want a part 2, then tell me!