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Cross-posted from hetachallenge

Title: Fairytale Longing
Author: kira
Claim: Germany, Italy
Character(s): Germany, Italy
Table/Prompt: Romance/ #1: yearning
Word Count: 776
Rating: PG
Summary: Germany misses his little buddy, Italy…
Author’s notes: Thanks go out to my beta, Jen, for looking this over for me.

With a snort of disgust, Germany realized he had been quietly yearning for his little buddy Italy, in much the same way the hero of the book, he was reading, yearned for the heroine. They were just friends, not lovers, and it was perfectly natural for one to miss one’s friends when they were not around. Closing his book, he set it down on the side table and took off his glasses. After placing them on top of the book, he pinched the top of his nose between his eyes, gently massaging it in a vain attempt at getting himself to stop thinking about his little buddy. It had been two weeks since his disastrous Valentine’s Day proposal and neither country could bring himself to face the other.

“Berlitz! Blackie! Aster!” he called out as he stood up. “Let’s go for a walk!”

The dogs, which had been lazing around the living room, got up and went to wait by the door. Germany walked over to where his coat was hung up and put it on. Grabbing their leashes, he opened the door and stepped out into the crisp winter day, his dogs close at his heels. They set off at a brisk pace with no clear destination in mind other than avoiding the large mounds of snow lining the sides of street. Without even realizing how he had got there, Germany found himself standing in front of the house Italy lived when visiting the area. Unfortunately, he was back home, enjoying the warmth of Tuscany; the German winter being too cold for him or so he said.

“Come,” Germany said to his dogs as he turned to go. He sighed softly, thinking that if this was a fairytale like the ones he was fond of reading; Italy would open the door and invite him in. But this was reality and the door remained closed. The only sound to be heard was his soft crunchy footsteps in the snow and the occasional bark from the dogs. As they headed towards home, he wondered what his little buddy was up to and if Italy missed him as much he missed Italy.

It was a slow walk back to his house as Germany was lost in thought about his friend. A terrible feeling of loneliness washed over him, making him dread going back to his empty house, his idiot brother, Prussia, coming and going as he pleased. Even if Prussia was there, the moron always made him feel worse instead of better, but he could not remain outside in the cold any longer. Quickening his pace, Germany rounded the corner and hurried home.

He opened the door and stepped inside, the warmth he felt, he attributed to Prussia. He was about to call out to him, when he realized a familiar smell had permeated his house. If he was not mistaken, someone was in his kitchen, no doubt destroying the place, making sausage and peppers. There were only two people, not including Austria, who had the run of the place; his brother and his little buddy. Since Prussia could not cook, dragging that prissy aristocratic fool over here to cook for him was not about to happen as Austria would have made him lunch in his own house. Germany figured if his brother had anyone cooking for him it would be France, so that left one person.

Trying to keep the delight from showing on his face as he entered his kitchen was easy. The place was mess. Sauce was bubbling up on the stove, while the culprit drained the pasta, some onions and garlic had been knocked out of the frying pan onto the stove by overzealous stirring, and… “Italy!”

“Ve… Germany! You’re back!” Italy smiled.

Germany blinked. Normally he would be angry over the state of his kitchen, but he was so overjoyed at seeing his little buddy, that he could not even muster up a scowl. “Yeah…”

“I missed you, so I came back and made your favorite! Sausage and peppers and gnocchi with red gravy and…” Italy babbled as he poured the drained gnocchi onto a platter. “Ve…? Are you okay, Germany?” He reached for a ladle to pour sauce over it.

He nodded. “I’m fine.” Quickly recovering, Germany barked, “Look at this place! It’s a mess! How many times have I told you to clean up your messes as you make them?”

Italy smiled. “I missed you too.”

Germany nodded as he watched his little buddy set everything down, before coming over to him. The next thing Germany knew he was holding him close, and everything else was unimportant. Perhaps fairytales are real…


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 8th, 2012 09:08 pm (UTC)
Just when you think they've been as cute as they can possibly be, you make them cuter :) <333
Jul. 8th, 2012 09:44 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thanks... *is ebil that way* ;p

<3 <3 <3
Jul. 9th, 2012 09:37 pm (UTC)
They're so cute.
Jul. 9th, 2012 11:15 pm (UTC)
*BLUSHES* Thanks, Kat!

This is the fic that person over at hetachallenge told me had them in character. XD
Jul. 16th, 2012 07:42 pm (UTC)
You're welcome, Kira.

Ah, well you do. XD
Jul. 16th, 2012 10:09 pm (UTC)

XD Thanks. XD
Jul. 18th, 2012 08:42 pm (UTC)
You're welcome. XD
Jul. 22nd, 2012 01:42 am (UTC)
Aug. 15th, 2012 02:01 pm (UTC)
*squeal* Aaaaargh, if only I had even half your talent! You successfully made the story unbearably adorable without being sappy. ♥♥♥
Aug. 15th, 2012 02:22 pm (UTC)
*BLUSHES* Thank you!I'm glad you liked it. <3 <3 <3
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