Multi-Fandom One Shots

You're my bitch now. ~ (crack) GerIta Feliciano Vargas and Ludwig Beilschmidt

"LUDWIG!!!!!!!!!!! Where are you my beautiful german potatoe man?!" Italy slurs because he is mildly (VERY) intoxicated.

"Feliciano? Vhat zhe hell happen?" Germany asked, concerned about the drunk Italian man.

"Noooooooothing." Italy says back.

"Feliciano? Have you been drinking again?" Germany says, already knowing the answer.

"What?? Noooooooooo." Italy says, getting up and wrapping his arms around Germany's neck.

"Uhm, Feliciano, vhat are you doing?" Germany asks blushing madly.

"Noooooooooooothing." Italy says leaning in closer to Germany's face.

"Felician-" Germany was then cut off by Italy's lips on his.

The two had kissed, they both felt as if they were in heaven. The german has fancied the italian for a while now and, of course, the italian returned his feelings.

The Germany parted their lips.

"Feliciano, vhat vas zhat?" Germany asks still blushing madly.

"Luddy, will you make me pasta?" Italy asked with an innocent smile.

Germany turned back into his old self and said "VHAT ZHE ACTUAL FUCK?!?!?".

"What? I just want some paaaaastaaaa~" Italy said nuzzling his face into the crook of Germany's neck.

"NO!! VHAT ZHE HELL?!?!?!? DID YOU DO ZHIS JUST TO GET ME TO MAKE YOU PASTA!?!?!?!?!?!" Germany yelled.

"Oh come on, Luddy. You know you want to make me some pasta." Italy said trying to convince Germany.

"NO!!!! MAKE IT YOURSELF, VERDAMMT!!!!!!" Germany curses.

Then Italy pulls Germany into the kitchen and holds a pistol to his head.

"Feliciano, vhat are you doing?" Germany asks confused and scared.

"Make me some pasta or I'll shoot. I'll do it, Ludwig." Italy says in a serious tone.

"Vhat?" Germany says shocked.

"Get to work, bitch!!!" Italy ordered.

Germany just stood there at the stove making Italy's pasta. Germany had never been so scared and so turned on in his entire life. Italy always seemed like he would be the submissive one in a relationship. Germany has never seen Italy's dominant side before.

"Zhere is your damn pasta." Germany said, serving the pasta on a plate and giving it to Italy.

"That's right, little puttana. Give me that pasta, bitch." Italy said as he took the plate.

Germany watched Italy as he ate.

"This is some good pasta, would you like to try some?" Italy asked innocently, as if he didn't threaten to kill Germany before.

"Um, no." Germany says.

Either way, Italy put some pasta noodles in his mouth, grabbed Germany by his shirt, and started making out with him. During their make out session, Italy had sneakily put the pasta from his mouth to Germany's. This turned Germany on even more. they both part their lips from each other and Germany has the chance to eat the pasta.

"It's good, isn't it?" Italy states.

"Uh, yeah." Germany says blushing even more.

"You know, Germany, I'm tired. Carry me to my room, please?" Italy says innocently with pleading eyes.

"VHAT?! YOU HAVE TWO LEGS!!!!!!! YOU VALK ZHERE YOURSELF!!!!" Germany yells at Italy.

"But, Luuuuuuuuudwiiiiiiiig!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so tired." Italy whines.

"NO MEANS NO VERDAMMT!!!!!!!!!!" Germany yelled.

Then Italy pulled the pistol out again.

"Ludwig, I really suggest you carry me because if you don't, I'll pull this trigger and I'll get german blood all over your walls." Italy says holding the pistol to Germany's head.

Germany huffed, but nonetheless, he carried the italian to his room and layed him down on the bed.

"Luddy, sleep with me." Italy demanded.

Out of fear, Germany layed down under the covers with Italy.

"Goodnight, Luddy." Italy says.

"Gut night, Feliciano." Germany says.

The next morning, Italy woke up with a massive headache and Germany was gone from his side. Meanwhile, Japan is at his house smiling because he had recorded everything that went on in Germany"s house the night before.

So this is my first ever crackfic thing I've ever done. I hope it was ok. Also, all of the italics are Italy slurring his words.