Germany's POV:
Italy looks adorable as he eats his cupcake and I start to get a funny feeling like all of my past feelings for Italy are real.
"I-Italy... Shall we go home now?"
Italy looks at me and smiles
"Okay Germany!!! Wanna watch a movie tonight or something?" I stare at Italy for a second and then nod. "Alright. Vell then it vill be my choice of the movie." He giggles. "Okie dokie Germany! I'm so excited!!! Yay!" I sigh and we walk back to my home together and then it starts to rain. We run underneath a tarped canapy as it's pouring. We are soaked from the rain.
Italy's POV:
"G-Germmmmany.. I'm ssso cold..."
Germany watches me with intense sincere eyes, and wraps his arms around me. I blush. "Germany..." I sudden feel very comfortable and I nuzzle my nose in his chest and take in his scent, smelling of fresh roses and gunfire. We stood under the white tarp for a few moments as the rain went down. I lift my head, feeling lustful and look up at Germany's face. "Ludwig..." He then has a surprised expression on his face and let's me go after leaning a bit closer to me. He shakes his head.
Germany's POV:
I don't understand what my actions will accomplish. Maybe if I showed him that I care about him... No... He would never like me this way. Atleast. That's what I thought. It was probably true... I'm still going to love him, and care about him. I mean, it's how I feel. "Feliciano..." I say making his ears perk and look at me with a bright red expression. I pull him into my arms once again and bury my face in his soft brown hair.
(AYY what's air?! It's getting kawaii)
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The rain begins to die down after a while and I separate from the little Italian. "Italy, let's walk home now. It's starting to get cooler, I don't want you to catch a cold." I take off my coat as the Italian shivers and I put it on him, he hums and smiles.
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We get back to my home and I unlock the doors and turn the lights on, kicking off my boots and walk up the stairs with Feliciano following me. He sighs. "Ludwig, I'm going to take a shower, don't come peeeeek~" He said in the cutest voice ever almost as if he was inviting me in the shower with him. I turn hot, then snap out of it after I think. "How did ve both end up calling each other by our actual names anyvays?!?! It's... Veird... Different..." I whisper as he shuts the door hoping he wouldn't hear. "Sigh. I don't know how I'm going to sleep tonight with me thinking about the Italian all night." I unbutton my collar and blouse, taking it off showing my toned chest and take off my army pants and lye on the bed in my boxers. I hear the door creak open from the bathroom and Italy comes in with a towel hanging around his hips very low, and he looked so hot, it turned me on. I made sure I was still in tact by smacking my cheeks and he turned to see me, turning red. "Italy, you're like a tomato." I chuckle. He turns away covering him face adorably and I sit up and watch him as he rummages through the clothing drore to pull out pyjamas. "T-turn around" He said embarrassed and I obeyed, turning around. It sure as hell was going to be a long night.
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Loveless love (An ItaGer fanfic)
Fanfictiondon't read if you don't like yaoi. Italy and Germany love each other too much. But they are afraid of what the other would think of them if they told them they love each other.
