Itager Stories

GerIta fanfic, some include my personal headcanons. Just random scenarios honestly but there will be lore every now and then (I hope)

When it's Ludwig's birthday, Feliciano makes the German a surprise dinner. To his disappointment, Ludwig shows up drunk, and rejects his confession of true love! Arguments lead to a horrible accident, hurting more people than expected. Will these two ever become lovers, or were their paths destined to stay separate? This is an angst filled fanfiction for the anime series Hetalia, with lots of romance and suspense, as well as some comic relief. Germany x Italy. Enjoy!

From now on I'll be doing any kind of ship, whether it be male and male male and female or female and female! If you want me to write you something, make sure to name the ship, and the prompt you want me to fill. If there is no prompt I will assume you will want me to pick Requests are open!!

The title says it all Ig :V @NASA_CH giuro che non ti ho copiato ciò st'idea da un pò-

Honestly i wasnt too proud of this one but i still wanted to post. It was a little rushed because i'm currently trying to make a whole bunch of content since ill be too busy next week to do literally anything.

"If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?" A series of one shots involving any and all character meeting their soul-mates. Feel free to request pairings! Current Chapter: GerIta Also available on fanfiction.net and tumblr.com

When a disagreement begins what will happen to Feliciano and Ludwig. Especially if it's one's fault the other may die.... (Hey y'all! Rev here! I decided to make a mini story while I'm writing my UsUk one! This one will probably only have three parts to it sorry. But do go check out the main one I'm working on called 'Till death due us part love'! On our page! That's really all for now bye bye!)

Ludwig Beilschmidt just moved to California with his mom, after his parents ugly divorce, hes a good student and everything but his only way of letting his feelings out is through acting, however he keeps that his little secret but maybe acting wont be his only outlet for long, a certain Drama King might change that. so this is the first fan fic ive ever posted and i LOVE GERITA so much OTP! and I just hope you enjoy and comment and stuff, you know what every author wants hehe c:

Ok's! Hello, bonjour, Caio, guten tag, hallo, privet, salute and whatever language you people speak •3• As you can tell this is an hetalia crack... You know what? Why the fruk am I even here? You can see the title for yourselves, now get ready for the crazy and mind blowing stuff that comes from mein rainbow and crazy, dangerous-filled brain~

Feliciano Vargas is a young homeless man who is picked up by single father Ludwig while hitchhiking. After Ludwig discovers he has no place to go, he graciously allows Feliciano to stay in the spare bedroom of his house in exchange for watching his two children. He is allowed to stay until he finds a job, but that's not exactly easy when it's Germany 1932, smack in the middle of the great depression. ((Slow Updates))

I suck at descriptions alright just read it

Just a book filled with Fanfiction/Oneshots of all types of ships. Enjoy! Request if you please, but I do have the day if I don't want to do a ship, or if I can't do it at the moment from a writing block ;;v;;

Heavy WIP. Hiiii I'm back!! And back into hetalia lol. Synopsis below! After being promoted in his new company, Ludwig Beilschmidt travels to the Italian town of Umbria for work. There, he stays with a kind and flamboyant Italian local named Feliciano Vargas. Together, Ludwig learns about the local culture, and how all his connections somehow intertwine in a vine of incidents and happenings. Also.. Gerita world domination.

"Just give him the flowers," he muttered under his breath for the tenth time, pacing in the sunlight like a wind-up toy slowly unwinding. "Say thank you. Say... something sweet." In his hands was a small bouquet-sunflowers and daisies, gathered hastily from the fields, a little uneven, some petals slightly bent, tied together with a single red ribbon he'd tugged off a gift box from last Christmas. It wasn't perfect. But it was him. "This is fine," he whispered. "It's fine. He won't laugh. Right?" The longer he stood there, the less sure he became. He knocked.