•Germany's POV•
I got off my motorcycle straightening my leather jacket. I valked inside the schools zhe girls looked at me in awe, but I unlike the rest of zhe guys, don't pay any attention to zhem. I got to my locker and I saw a girl vith brown hair, vith a strange curl sticking out.
For some strange reason I couldn't stop staring my body vas doing things by itself I turned toward her. "Hallo, I'm-" I vas interrupted.
"Ciao!~ I'm-a Italy." She said smiling her eyes slightly squinted.
"Hallo, I'm Germany." I said running my hand through my slicked back blonde hair. I'm glad zhat zhere vas no one to hear us.
"Nice-a to meet you-a!" She said with the same smile plastered on her face.
"Vhere is your locker?" I asked.
"Right-a here!" She answered and opened her locker.
"Vell I must be going to class see you later." I said valking to class.
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FanfictionItaly is a small country, his first love died in war. His big brother France told him. No matter what Italy has never changed his happy lifestyle. Germany on the other hand is a very big country and he is strict and rarely ever smiles, he's the sch...
