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kiramaru7Title: The Aftermath of an Ill Fated Declaration of Love
Author: kira
Genre: Slice of Life, Romance
Characters: Germany, Italy
Pairing: Germany/Italy
Rating: PG
Word count: 669
Warning: None
Summary: In the aftermath of an ill fated declaration of love, Germany fears the worst…
Author’s Note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes are my own.
Germany held onto his little buddy, embarrassed beyond belief. He had misinterpreted Italy’s casual signs of affection for something more and he was mortified. If a hole were to suddenly open up in the floor, he would have jumped in, in a heartbeat, anything to escape being stared at by the other restaurant patrons and the horrified look on their waiter’s face. As for Italy, there was no way Germany could look his little buddy in the eye without cringeing. So he simply buried his face in the crook of Italy’s neck as he held him and pretended that this whole mess never happened.
While he tried hard to forget his world was going to pieces all around him, Germany’s mind latched onto the image of cute little girl in a field of flowers. There was something vaguely familiar about her that he could not for the life of him place. Since it was a calming image, he clung to it. The more centered and relaxed he felt, after shutting off all the hurt feelings, the more his view of the little girl expanded. It got to the point where Germany saw a hand in a black sleeve reach out to tuck a flower behind the little girl’s ear. Germany sighed softly.
Italy slowly pulled back and looked at his friend. “Are you okay?”
Germany nodded.
“Do you want to stay here and have dinner or go home?”
“Go home…” Germany said softly.
“Okay.” Italy waved the waiter over. He smiled at him. “I’m sorry, but my German friend here is unwell and we need to go home. We haven’t ordered yet, so we’re just going to go.” Italy stood up. He waited for Germany to follow suit, and taking him by the arm, he gently guided his best friend out of the restaurant.
“Thank you.” Germany looked shyly at his friend. “I’m sorry… I…”
Italy smiled. “It’s okay. I’m glad Capitano likes me.” His smile broadened into a cheeky grin. “Maybe now Capitano won’t get mad at me if I slack off during training…?” he teased.
Germany frowned. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it when he realized his little buddy was just teasing him. “Maybe,” he said softly. “And maybe Herr Hauptmann would like to pick up some gelato and cook his friend a nice dinner at his house.”
“I’d like that!” Italy took off at a slow jog.
Germany shook his head and hurried after him. Despite his suit and tie and dress shoes, the familiar routine of a training run did wonders for improving his mood. By the time they reached the store he was able to put the whole embarrassing affair behind him. It oddly helped that Italy was his old clingy, exuberant, flirty self as Germany felt nothing about his stilted, ill-timed declaration of love fazed him. It was like that had never happened and Germany was grateful his little buddy behaved in that manner. Because if Italy were to run away and avoid him… Germany shook his head and steadfastly refused to entertain that idea.
The trip to the store was like any of the myriad ones they had made in the past and so was dinner. Italy even spent the night, snuggling close to Germany, like he always did. They fell asleep with Germany spooning in behind his little buddy, only to wake up in the morning with Italy in arms like any other day. It was while they were getting ready for their early morning jog, that Germany realized he need not have declared his love in such a silly manner, Italy knew better than he did the depths of his feelings for him. By sticking close and not bringing up the embarrassing moment, Germany knew Italy returned his feelings. Their love for each other was there all along in shared cups of coffee and plates of pasta, in bowls of gelato and grilled wursts, in games of football and long walks with the dogs.
Author: kira
Genre: Slice of Life, Romance
Characters: Germany, Italy
Pairing: Germany/Italy
Rating: PG
Word count: 669
Warning: None
Summary: In the aftermath of an ill fated declaration of love, Germany fears the worst…
Author’s Note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes are my own.
Germany held onto his little buddy, embarrassed beyond belief. He had misinterpreted Italy’s casual signs of affection for something more and he was mortified. If a hole were to suddenly open up in the floor, he would have jumped in, in a heartbeat, anything to escape being stared at by the other restaurant patrons and the horrified look on their waiter’s face. As for Italy, there was no way Germany could look his little buddy in the eye without cringeing. So he simply buried his face in the crook of Italy’s neck as he held him and pretended that this whole mess never happened.
While he tried hard to forget his world was going to pieces all around him, Germany’s mind latched onto the image of cute little girl in a field of flowers. There was something vaguely familiar about her that he could not for the life of him place. Since it was a calming image, he clung to it. The more centered and relaxed he felt, after shutting off all the hurt feelings, the more his view of the little girl expanded. It got to the point where Germany saw a hand in a black sleeve reach out to tuck a flower behind the little girl’s ear. Germany sighed softly.
Italy slowly pulled back and looked at his friend. “Are you okay?”
Germany nodded.
“Do you want to stay here and have dinner or go home?”
“Go home…” Germany said softly.
“Okay.” Italy waved the waiter over. He smiled at him. “I’m sorry, but my German friend here is unwell and we need to go home. We haven’t ordered yet, so we’re just going to go.” Italy stood up. He waited for Germany to follow suit, and taking him by the arm, he gently guided his best friend out of the restaurant.
“Thank you.” Germany looked shyly at his friend. “I’m sorry… I…”
Italy smiled. “It’s okay. I’m glad Capitano likes me.” His smile broadened into a cheeky grin. “Maybe now Capitano won’t get mad at me if I slack off during training…?” he teased.
Germany frowned. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it when he realized his little buddy was just teasing him. “Maybe,” he said softly. “And maybe Herr Hauptmann would like to pick up some gelato and cook his friend a nice dinner at his house.”
“I’d like that!” Italy took off at a slow jog.
Germany shook his head and hurried after him. Despite his suit and tie and dress shoes, the familiar routine of a training run did wonders for improving his mood. By the time they reached the store he was able to put the whole embarrassing affair behind him. It oddly helped that Italy was his old clingy, exuberant, flirty self as Germany felt nothing about his stilted, ill-timed declaration of love fazed him. It was like that had never happened and Germany was grateful his little buddy behaved in that manner. Because if Italy were to run away and avoid him… Germany shook his head and steadfastly refused to entertain that idea.
The trip to the store was like any of the myriad ones they had made in the past and so was dinner. Italy even spent the night, snuggling close to Germany, like he always did. They fell asleep with Germany spooning in behind his little buddy, only to wake up in the morning with Italy in arms like any other day. It was while they were getting ready for their early morning jog, that Germany realized he need not have declared his love in such a silly manner, Italy knew better than he did the depths of his feelings for him. By sticking close and not bringing up the embarrassing moment, Germany knew Italy returned his feelings. Their love for each other was there all along in shared cups of coffee and plates of pasta, in bowls of gelato and grilled wursts, in games of football and long walks with the dogs.
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