Three words. Three words started it. Three words ended it. In the world of Hetalia, where the countries are people, there are two particular countries in quite a predicament. Germany has always had a kind of fondness over Italy, ever since they met. As time passes by, day after day, the military giant begins growing feelings for the little pasta loving Italian. Germany has never been a man to express how he really feels, and it's hard for him to admit even to himself of how he feels. But what happens when Italy has suddenly vanished? To what lengths will Germany go to find his little pasta loving Italian? [A GerIta story] DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Hetalia characters, all rights go to their rightful owners. All I own is the plot.

This is dedicated to many of my friends so oo p-

I wasn't gay. I was the furthest thing from gay. I knew that for sure. I had a wife and kid for Christ's sake. But when that boy looked at me... No, I won't go there. It would be impossible. Because I'm married. And he's the babysitter. But he's such a Pretty Boy... Warning: kinky with bdsm aspects and a solider with ptsd.