Who Am I?

Who Am I?

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"Italy!" Germany yelled, as he saw Italy fall to the ground. Germany thought he heard another yell not to far off behind him, but he couldn't be sure. He was only focusing on one thing, and that was Italy. Hetalia.
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Here I Am

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.

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