Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

Chapter XVI. WE'LL BE OKAY AS LONG AS WE'RE TOGETHER!

~Chapter XVI.~

WE'LL BE OKAY AS LONG AS WE'RE TOGETHER!

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＊Germany's P.O.V.＊

Okay, well...

When Prussia told me he'd do everything he had to to keep me and Italy apart while he was visiting, I was expecting him to lock us in our rooms or something simple.

What I was not expecting was HIM BRINGING FOURTY OF HIS MILITARY SOLDIERS, WITH GUNS, TO WATCH US EVERY SECOND. My older brother has gone absolutely mad! I mean, it's not like Italy and I would be, ahem, flirting in front of him. I have the common decency to do such things in private, well unless it's an incident where I have to make sure certain people stay away from Italy, then I might flirt a bit in public. That's only in drastic measures though.

I'm not being specific here, but I'm estimating I haven't been able to touch Italy in 2 days, 6 hours, 35 minutes, and 27 seconds, now 28, 29, 30... Okay it goes on. Prussia is taking this all way too far, and I'm not even sure why he finds the need to go to such lengths. I know Germans aren't really ones to share their feelings, but...

I just really miss Italy. I mean, ja, I see him, but it's not the same as getting to hold him tight, getting to smell his always vanilla scented hair, getting to admire his always bright smile from only an inch away. Honestly, even his annoying attack jump hugs would make me so happy right now. Unfortunately, neither of us are smiling, I feel like I've forgotten how warm Italy is, and I can tell Italy has been avoiding eye contact with me in fear of breaking out crying at the dining table or in the halls. I feel like a prisoner in my own home, and it's extremely frustrating.

Last night, I stayed up setting up a strategy to lure out all the soldiers so I can finally talk to Italy, but I'm not sure how or when to pull it off yet. Me and Prussia have similar accents, so I believe if I can impersonate it correctly over the intercom he set up in my office and throughout my house (oh, did I not mention that earlier?), I can fool the military into believing they're being called back to their home country. Prussia shouldn't catch on quick since he's busy playing with his toy soldiers in the guest room most of the time, so that should buy me some time to find Feliciano and, well,...

alright I want to hold him so tight he'll pop, are you happy I admitted that?

I feel like now is too early in the morning, but at noon I'll set out to operate my plan.

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At exactly 12:00, I slowly peered out of my room, watching for any guards, and then began quietly jogging down the hall towards my office that Prussia took over. It really felt like one of the secret missions I had to pull off during World War II. I turned a corner to see two guards talking. Long story short, they were talking about why and who made Prussia take an interest in pancakes, so I can always use that against him if this whole "keeping Italy away from me" thing goes too far. After proximately ten minutes, they left and I was able to go into the office. Everything was as I left it before Prussia came except for the big intercom system sitting on my desk. I ran over to it, making sure the wire that connected it to Prussia's guest room was unplugged. I cleared my throat before turning it on.

"Ahem, yes hallo this is the- I mean ZE PRUSSIA, it is definitely not anyone else or something. I need all my soldiers to report back to home, your service is no longer needed here! Listen because, like I said, I'm not anyone else!" I exclaimed into the microphone. Moments later I heard the men marching out of the front door, and relief washed over me.

Without even having to think twice, I automatically sprinted towards Italy's room, every hallway on the way there seeming far too long. When I got to the door, I stood there trying to get my mind ready to see Feliciano again. I wasn't sure what I was going to say, or what I would do, but I knew it'd be fine just as long as I could see him smile again.

I opened the door carefully, looking in to see Italy crying. "Feliciano..." I whispered, already knowing the reason he felt the need to shed tears, since I felt the same way. He peered up at me, surprise spreading quickly through his eyes.

"L-Ludwig!" He exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and running over to hug me. I chuckled when he did, hushing him from sniffling.

"Don't be too loud, Prussia might hear" I said to Italy, walking over to the bed with him and letting him sit on my lap. His soft hairs rubbed across my chin as he rested his face in the crevice of my neck.

"H-how'd you get over here? What about the guards?" He asked me, softly nipping my shoulder bones, making me shiver.

"I used German strategies" I said simply, then pulled him even closer to me. After being only about 2 days without him, it feels like it's been months. His warm skin felt refreshing, and his hazel chocolate eyes brightened up my day automatically. I picked up his chin and brought my lips to his, kissing him softly and with passion. Without any hesitation, Italy kissed back, wrapping his arms and legs around me as if he was a monkey. Everything about the moment was spectacular, and even Italy seemed more precious than usual.

＊Italy's P.O.V.＊

I smiled into mine and Germany's kiss, missing Germany way more than I thought I would over the past days. Tears of joy threatened to spill from my eyes. I mean, I knew I'd be able to hold him again, but it was scary not to even for less than a week. Over these few months, I had grown dependent on Germany. I needed him for protection, for warmth, for comfort; I just needed him to simply love me.

Germany pulled away from our kiss, and a small smile sat peacefully on his lips. "I missed you, Germany" I whispered to him. He shook his head.

"Ja, I missed you too" he whispered back, petting my cheek. I intertwined our fingers together, a bit scared for when he'd have to leave.

"You're worried about me having to leave you alone again, aren't you?" Germany asked me, looking into my eyes. I looked back at him shocked.

"YOU CAN READ MY MIND???" I asked loudly, and Germany started laughing.

"Nein nein, I'm just worried about the same thing". We sat in silence for a few minutes. I tried to soak in as much as Germany's warmth every second.

"You know what?" Germany started, gently picking me up off of him and standing up, "I'm going to talk to my brother about this. Just because he's older, he does not have the right to do this."

"How are you going to do that?!" I questioned, curios to know.

"I learned a few interesting things on the way here, either way I'll work it out" Germany answered, smirking.

"Oh, well don't yell too much at him, you guys are still brothers!" I told him, and he chuckled in response.

"Italy...ich liebe dich" he said to me, kissing me one more time before heading towards the door.

"T-Te amo, Germany!" I yelled back at him before he walked out, and I swear, the smile on his face when he turned my way afterwards seemed like the most beautiful sight ever.

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A/N

SORTA KINDA NOT REALY CLIFFHANGER! Good Morning guys! Well it's actually one in the morning, but that's technically morning sooooo yeah. I'm telling you guys now, any mistakes in this chapter are partially because the time, but also because I'm lazzzyyyy. Thank you so much guys, for commenting, for liking, and for following me! It all means soooo much to me and I can't tell you how excited I am to hear what you guys think every time I update this story! You all make me extremely happy! Sorry for not updating as frequently, but school's started and I haven't had as much time! The next chapter will hopefully be out faster though since I know what I wanna do.

Okey Karaoke, QOTC:

『 Which Country that isn't in Hetalia would you want them to make a character of? 』

I'm not really sure, but I feel like Ireland would be really cute ^w^

Welp, that's all folks!

Ciao,

-Olives