Hetalia Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN)

Germany's Beautiful Home (GerIta)

Ah great. Germany thought quietly. Italien is late, again... That's it. I've had enough with him being late all of the time. What does he even do during the day? Forget it, I'm going home. Just as Germany started to walk away, a familiar Italian called out his name.

"Germany! Germany! Wait up! I was getting pizza! Sorry!" Germany gave a soft sigh and turned around. He glared at the Italian who had just caught up with him, but softened his gaze as he got a good look at the small boy. "J-Ja. You should be. You honestly shouldn't keep training waiting on food." Italy giggled nonchalantly and kicked the dirt a bit. He looked up at Germany.

"Well you know... Today is May 22nd~." Germany opened his eyes a bit wider, and nodded a bit. He looked to the side and crossed his arms hesitant to say anything on the matter. "I-I suppose it is... Well... Then we should..." The German took a deep breath and blushed a little, "Skip training today and go out..." Italy giggled, and smiled a sweet smile as he let out a cheer. Germany would skip training every day if he could see Italy this happy but, he knew he had to stay strict.

"Let's go... Get something to eat." Italy looked to the side and giggled a bit nervously. "Well... I already ate. Let's go on a walk instead!" The German nodded quietly and left the training grounds with Italy. The two walked peacefully around the beautiful country that the blonde man personified. Italy gently took Germany's hand, not noticing the blush that instantly formed on his friend's face.

They stopped to admire the scenery around them, taking in the moment they shared together. Everyone around them slowly drifting away as the two only focussed on eachother. Italy turned and held both of Germany's hands, he opened his eyes softly and looked at the German. "Germany?" He asked, his voice soft. Germany blushed more and looked back, keeping eye contact. "J-Ja?" Italy stood on his tip-toes and placed his lips on Germany's softly. His eyes gently closed again.

At first, Germany was taken off guard, but he eased into the kiss. Eventually the two pulled away from eachother, both of them opening up their eyes. Italy fluttered his eyelashes a bit, "Ti amo." He spoke softly. Germany froze up and stammered out nonsensical words. "Ve! Germany! You can't keep doing this!" Italy cried out, tearing up. "It isn't fair! I just want to kiss you but you always freeze up!" Italy continued to plead. Germany snapped to his senses as Italy started to sob.

"I-Italien!" Germany called out, holding Italy close. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly, comforting the burnette. Italy looked up, and wiped his tears. He furrowed his brows a bit and gave the German another kiss. Germany kept himself from fizzing out, he gazed at Italy and smiled. He took a deep breath and spoke softly, "Ich liebe dich auch, Italien."