Only in his underwear, Italy tried to hide his little problem in his pants as Germany applied a bandage to the small cut. Italy found it enticing the way the Germans strong, warm hands felt on his soft skin.
"Do you want me to kiss it better?" Germany asked, in a slightly annoyed way.
"D-Doitsu?!"
"What? During training you always ask me to kiss your wounds better. Even if they could be considered wounds."
Italy slowly nodded. This fact was entirely true, but as the cut was so high up his leg, he felt a bit awkward having his love interest kiss him there.
Germany bent down, and placed a peck on the place where the bandage lay. Italy shuddered and accidentally shifted in his position. Causing his ((ahem, this is fluff... I'm not saying anything to nasty... Yet.)) to brush against Germany's face.
"Italia? Are you-" before Germany could get another word in, Italy started to splurt out a lot of random phrases and words.
"DOITSU!!! IM SORRY DOITSU... I JUST REAY LIKE YOU.... M-MORE THAN LIKE... I THINK I..." He hesitated. But finally said. "I think-a I... L-love-a you."
The blondes mouth curved into a smile, and he got face to face with the small brunette. "Italia, I think I love you too." And with that, Germany placed his lips on Italy's, and they had their first kiss.
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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!
