It was a rainy day, and Italy was contently slurping up pasta while watching a documentary about cooking around the world. When they mentioned wurst, he thought of Germany. And, he couldn't help but blush a little.
He realised he had something to tell Germany. Something that has always been lurking at the back if his mind, itching to get out. He's never had the courage to say it. Nor did he think he would be accepted for it. He's always tried to mask his urges by chasing young woman, and titling himself as "A Ladies Man... because-a all the girls-a love-a Italia!!"
But it had always been there, his feelings. Just out of his reach, just far enough away for his younger not to be able to reach them. Those three simple words, the words he's been waiting to tell the German man for years, ever since the war started really.
And now (So many years later, and after the death of Germany's murderous boss, who's name even Germany hates saying) he felt like he finally had the courage to say it.
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Gerita Fluff
RomanceI'm bored, so I decided to write fluff about Gerita. ((SHIP IT DOE)) Anyway, I do no own Hetalia, nor do I own this pic. But I hope you enjoy!
