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kiramaru7Title: Maybe I Do Love You
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #9: Love
Word Count: 373
Rating: PG 13 for gratuitous nudity
Summary: While trying to fall asleep, Germany comes to the conclusion he really does love Italy…
Author’s Note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.
Germany lay in bed, unable to sleep. Italy was snuggled up next to him, naked as always, and snoring softly. He remembered the first time little buddy had crawled into bed with him and how flustered and shocked he had been by it. Now, he would not have it any other way and the nights when Italy slept in his own house were very lonely. He wondered if that was because what Prussia had said was true; that he loved Italy. He certainly felt more affection for his little buddy than he ever did for Japan and yet, while he loved his brother, what he felt for Italy was different. Germany always chalked that up to the fact that Italy was not family.
Italy rolled over his sleep and, without giving it a second thought, Germany spooned in behind him. He even put his arm around Italy, holding him close, while sleep continued to elude him. While he lay there, listening to the smaller country’s breathing, he imagined growing old with him. They certainly were together often enough that that had a distinct possibility of happening.
He nuzzled his little buddy’s shoulder. Maybe he really did love him after all and while a part of him warmed to idea that that was true, another part recoiled from it. After their disastrous Valentine Day a few years ago when he had worked up enough courage to declare his love for Italy, Germany lived in fear of losing him and was horrified at the thought of how miserable and empty his life would be if it ever happened. Even though fear kept him quiet about voicing his feelings, he certainly made a point of showing him that he cared, feelings Italy seemed to reciprocate.
Content for the moment with how things were, Germany began to get sleepy. Just acknowledging that he loved his little buddy in the deepest darkest corner of his heart, he felt that a great weight had been lifted. From there, he decided he would work on gaining the courage to be honest about how he felt. And as he drifted off to sleep, maybe… as he held Italy a bit tighter, just maybe Italy would tell him he loved him too…
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ Prompt #9: Love
Word Count: 373
Rating: PG 13 for gratuitous nudity
Summary: While trying to fall asleep, Germany comes to the conclusion he really does love Italy…
Author’s Note: Thanks to my beta, Jen, for looking this over.
Germany lay in bed, unable to sleep. Italy was snuggled up next to him, naked as always, and snoring softly. He remembered the first time little buddy had crawled into bed with him and how flustered and shocked he had been by it. Now, he would not have it any other way and the nights when Italy slept in his own house were very lonely. He wondered if that was because what Prussia had said was true; that he loved Italy. He certainly felt more affection for his little buddy than he ever did for Japan and yet, while he loved his brother, what he felt for Italy was different. Germany always chalked that up to the fact that Italy was not family.
Italy rolled over his sleep and, without giving it a second thought, Germany spooned in behind him. He even put his arm around Italy, holding him close, while sleep continued to elude him. While he lay there, listening to the smaller country’s breathing, he imagined growing old with him. They certainly were together often enough that that had a distinct possibility of happening.
He nuzzled his little buddy’s shoulder. Maybe he really did love him after all and while a part of him warmed to idea that that was true, another part recoiled from it. After their disastrous Valentine Day a few years ago when he had worked up enough courage to declare his love for Italy, Germany lived in fear of losing him and was horrified at the thought of how miserable and empty his life would be if it ever happened. Even though fear kept him quiet about voicing his feelings, he certainly made a point of showing him that he cared, feelings Italy seemed to reciprocate.
Content for the moment with how things were, Germany began to get sleepy. Just acknowledging that he loved his little buddy in the deepest darkest corner of his heart, he felt that a great weight had been lifted. From there, he decided he would work on gaining the courage to be honest about how he felt. And as he drifted off to sleep, maybe… as he held Italy a bit tighter, just maybe Italy would tell him he loved him too…
