#Gerita Fanfic

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Germany/North Italy (Hetalia) Characters: Germany (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Greece (Hetalia), Sicily (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Young Love, Alternate Universe - Human, Organized Crime, Gossip, Minor Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Homophobia, Slut Shaming, Flirting, Awkward Conversations, Arguing, Minor England/France (Hetalia), Minor Greece/Sicily (Hetalia), Grief/Mourning, Diplomacy, Fluff and Angst, Family Drama, Family Feels, Family Issues, First Kiss Summary:

No chess player considers the pieces on the board as individual. All the trained hawkeyes will see is strategy - pieces worth losing, pieces worth keeping, all to prevent their own downfall.

But what do the King and Knight whisper to each other once they're alone?

Or: Feliciano learns that 'privacy' has gone out of the window when half the European underground is personally and financially invested in your teenage crush.

[Set in my Human/Organized Crime AU 'Like Father Like Son']

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I wrote a gerita fanfic for beloved Hetaari, so if you can stomach some OCs and yearn for Teenage Gerita finding solace from immense pressures in each other’s arms, then this is the fanfic for you.

(Big thanks to Ilich again for the proofread and also to Christina for getting the Greek vibes right)

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The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him  into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with  Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters  who hunt on the supernatural. 

Yes, I know, it has taken a long time…as per usual as it had been. I have some news though, ones that will definitely change how I update from now on. So for the last months, I’ve actually been pregnant. It is a wanted baby, so yes, I’m very happy and excited about it. It’s scheduled to come this weekend and although I’ve had contractions and everything, I haven’t broken water and the contractions are still too far apart, but we’ll see if it’s ready and I’m ready for it. Does this mean I will stop writing? Hell na’, this kid will have to embarrassingly tell people its mom writes fanfiction. But with the baby coming soon, it does mean I will have …way more less time to write than what I have had lately. I haven't been able to lately as much because my boyfriend and I moved in together and were still organizing and preparing the apartment for us and the baby. But not to fear! Updates will come….as long as it takes them…either way, hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warning, there is NSFW

                                                  Chapter 16

Breakfast was brought to their room, yet another perk Ludwig was not used to and refused to partake in like some snobby tourist, deciding he could enjoy the time for some extra hours of sleep. Feliciano on the other hand…was used to this. Ludwig wasn’t able to continue in his rest hearing all the clanks of plates, cups and then Feliciano’s delight at whatever was presented. He groaned and sighed, accepting that it was time to wake up and see what the fuss was all about. He washed himself and got himself ready, presentable, something casual. Of course, if they were not hunting and especially if they were somewhere so public, they were not to wear their uniforms. Ludwig had to admit it was quite the relief to go through this part quicker, just a black shirt, black jeans…that was it. He proceeded to cross the hall over to Feliciano, praying and hoping he had some sort of piece of clothing on. At least he did, although just some shorts and a shirt that he must have hastily picked from his luggage just to answer to the server with some decency. He met him currently stuffing his face with a chocolate croissant, the brown cream all over his face, caught frozen and surprised at seeing Ludwig just come in like that. He swallowed, grabbed a napkin to clean himself and sat as appropriate as he should. 

“Buon giorno,” he wished. 

“Morgen,” Ludwig took a seat on the table he sat, relieved that there was still some food for him to take. He helped himself and Feliciano continued to eat, although calm, silent, somehow awkward. 

What was so different this morning? They sometimes shared breakfasts just like these in the Society, way before they even started getting friendly with each other. Was it the new surroundings? The fact that it was just the both of them? Ludwig just decided by keeping to their usual and telling him his plan for the day. 

“All right, since we're well up, that means we can already start. Yesterday afternoon I noticed that there were a lot of people in the city. When is the festa della sensa again?” 

“This weekend, Saturday and Sunday.” 

“Which means that we’ll have a hard time looking for them. Do you think they know about the festivities?” 

“Mamma told me they love human festivals, especially ones that have to do with the sea. They try to see them when they can. I’m sure some groups will be willing to come. Mamma told me they learn to hide well so they can manage to be present.” 

“So you really think we might see some?” 

Feliciano nodded positively, “I’m sure of it! We just have to be attentive and careful.” 

“Then let’s go ahead and start looking. There might be some who are inspecting the area or preparing it for others before they come for the festivities. Any ideas of particular places they could come here?” 

Feliciano eagerly raised his arm, “I know just the spots.” 

There was an excitement and smile to him that Ludwig already suspected was full of plans…that had nothing to do with mermaids. 

And he was correct. 

The day was used as a sightseeings tour for Feliciano. They went to all the main public places, large aggravating crowds pressing against one another, the only time of peace when Feliciano dragged them inside museums and churches. Yes, gorgeous, spectacular…but no clear vision to the canals for anything suspicious. 

He had to admit…a lot of these places he hadn't been given the chance to visit, so indeed it was an opportunity to relax and witness such majestical art, proof of the riches the once Venetian Empire owned. Feliciano surprisingly knew a lot of these paintings, a lot of the history, as if he had painted or lived everything himself. Ludwig found himself intrigued, listening faithfully, even asking questions…only driving them further and further away for the intended purpose of the day. 

Feliciano didn't mind the money he had to pay for food…grandpa’s money of course, only wanting to eat the best and Ludwig had to admit that he did exquisitely. 

After a rather…enjoyed day, they spent the last of the evening by a dock watching as all the gondolas, boats and ferries passed them by in a scene and calm that Ludwig found utter perfection. He could breathe, relax…and still see if he could spot any mermaids…someone had to do something about the research. Feliciano was surprisingly silent and it was in his curiosity that he finally turned to see what he was doing. He had a black leather sketchbook opened, a pristine pencil in his grasp, lining and shading with meticalation. He was trying to do this exact view, beautiful, wonderful, Ludwig was left in obvious awe at how to perfection Feliciano had made the scene. 

“That’s incredible,” he complimented, inching closer to have a better view of it. 

Feliciano perked up only slightly, not minding it at all. “Oh!” He looked down to it unimpressed. “Thank you! I just had to do it, especially now with this really great lighting!” He smiled. 

“I didn’t know you could draw.” 

“I just barely have any time in the Society, but I do love doing it! I wish I could dedicate more time to it. To be honest…I just want to be a painter…” he then offered the sketchbook to Ludwig, acceptance in looking through, for him to witness all kinds of pieces that left him with new awe for each page. 

There were a variety of different things that showcased how well Feliciano could draw anything that was offered for him. From flowers, buildings, items, imaginative creatures, animals, wondrous wolves and…people to anatomy perfection. He managed to find some sketches of himself…indeed during lessons, early, back when Feliciano still did not know about his transformations. He couldn't find it in him to scold…these were spectacular, taking his image in such likeliness that it was like staring at a mirror of the past. 

“How did you learn to do all of this?” 

“Well, I was trapped in a villa with nothing much to do but help my mother with her paintings. I saw her and just…did everything after her,” he shrugged like it was nothing. 

He went through a couple more pages….thinking if he should commission something from him to keep for after he leaves. A little token to remember him by…somehow that saddened him a lot. 

He took a sudden deep breath that was surprising to Feliciano. He gave him back his sketchbook, careful and treating it truly like a treasure or prize. 

“You have an amazing talent, please keep working on it.” 

Feliciano smiled back at him that heartstopping way that he was finding harder and harder to hide the blush from. 

“I haven't seen anything,” Ludwig reminded. 

“Neither did I.” 

Ludwig wondered if he truly gave an effort, but let it pass with a sigh. “Then let’s head back to the hotel and call it a day.” 

“The waiter this morning told me they would bring us pesto pasta tonight!” He was clearly excited, which gave him the jump to come up to him. “And for dessert, there’s chocolate-” the side of his eye caught something, a droplet, a movement, swift and picking up with a sense that was from a hidden part of himself that was the hunter. He turned completely to it, but all he saw was a new ripple in the water. Perhaps sudden movement from a boat, a fish or… 

“Chocolate what?” Ludwig suddenly asked, bringing Feliciano back to what he had been doing. 

“Uh…” Should he tell him? But there was nothing.. “Chocolate pudding! …I think…” he decided to simply follow Ludwig back to the hotel and not think about what could have been any longer. 

The dinner was great, the chocolate pudding a treat that they did well to enjoy on the balcony facing the canal. Calm, beautiful, peaceful, only chatter interrupted, talks of far off places Ludwig had visited, the most annoying people in the Society and should they change that very old sign in the main square of the Society den. Laughs, enjoyment, Feliciano was in one of those moments where all he wanted to do was lay his head against his chest. The table did a good divide to halt such temptations. They saw as the sky darkened into night, and yet conversation continued in such a delightful way that Ludwig kept pushing what was supposed to be his own curfew. By the time he took a quick glance at his watch, the lateness was indeed much more than what he had expected, he realized that he had to cut this wonderful time short. 

“We should be heading to bed.” 

Feliciano showed his disappointment. “Do we really have to?” 

“Yes. Tomorrow is another day that we have to use. We might be luckier and find something once were of better sorts.” He stood, bringing with him plates and glasses to put back in the cart for a waiter to pick up. 

Feliciano pouted but had to sigh and settle with the routine of the night. 

It hadn’t been that late, but enough for Ludwig to think that Feliciano should be dead asleep by then. He was still awake reading some reports on his phone, things that were going on in the Society and perhaps his next mission for when he returned. He was well tucked in bed, gel cleaned off, showered, sleeping tank top and pants on. Perhaps some more messages to read and then the phone would be off for the night. He was just in what he decided would be the last message when he received the visit. 

Feliciano’s hair was already a mess from whatever sleep he had just taken, only an open white shirt and his bright red underwear…clear in the darkness. 

“What is it?” Ludwig asked, not as perturbed as he thought he would be. 

“Um…” Feliciano fidgeted with his hands, unsure of what to do with them to word what he wanted to say, this impulse and want that he just couldn't hold back in his room any longer. “Can I sleep with you?” 

“Sure.” 

Where did that come from? Why did he answer so readily to…such a question. Did either of them understand what they just asked and agreed to? Part of Ludwig thought it was innocent, perhaps he was scared, perhaps he was used to sleeping with his brother or grandfather or mother or something. But then there was the other way it could be interpreted… and if it was that…why? Why did he just…let him? He hadn’t remembered drinking anything alcoholic for dinner…was he poisoned? Hypnotized. Something must have gone wrong! He couldn’t just…he couldn’t just…Feliciano was already moving towards the bed, elated, confident…and now that Ludwig thought about it, he doubted he could fall asleep knowing he had…him…laying next to him. Those legs, that body, those arms, his hair, his eyes…all…maybe Feliciano would keep his space, a breath of relief as he locked his phone for the night. He didn’t have to worry about that, he smiled knowing he could just- that was too close. Feliciano practically glued to his side, taking his arm and already cuddling as if he was one of the pillows that laid under their heads. He already sighed and made himself comfortable as if he was next to any other…not his own…teacher. Ludwig twitched and tried to think of a way to deal with this. Yes, deal with this, he couldn’t just lay there and let him…do this to him. 

“Feliciano…what are you doing?” He managed to ask. 

“Laying next to you,” said with an obvious tone that he didn’t know how to reply to. 

“Um…” he gripped his hands, turned to the other side, not wanting to continue to be captivated, still trying to find words, excuses. “Yo-you…you shouldnt be laying next to me like that.” 

Feliciano turned pensive and Ludwig had given a mental cheer in getting him to finally understand. 

“Is this better perhaps?” He swiftly turned his entire body until both his legs were on either side of him, this time all over him. 

No…this was much worse and he had to- he suddenly sat up, having Feliciano well comfortable and tight on his lap. He didn’t know what impulse made him bring his hands to his waist, grounding him more into his sitting, into a connection of their groins that was not making the situation any better. They both reddened at the realization, obvious to both, a lock of their eyes, faces close to take every glimpse, every crevice of their structures, every breath felt, time frozen to them, the wind, the waters of the canal, all nothing compared to this moment. 

“I…I…” what was he to say? What was he to do? Every careful, planned out idea was lost in some abyss in favor of the moment, of having Feliciano like…he had to be honest…dreamed of having him. On him, gazing like no one else mattered, king in their minds, intimate, close. 

Their lips were there, plump and calling, the moonlight that came through making them shine that more and neither could resist it any longer. 

Slow, serene as the city, they came close until their lips touched in innocent magic, soft and calm, a quick departure with hazed visions, trying to realize if it had been a dream or not. 

No…it wasn't, yet the moment was as beautiful as it had been one. 

Without caring of dreams, responsibilities, what they were, who they were, their lips crashed yet again, this time with ignited passion. They mended and let themselves taste and smack. Feliciano tightened the grasp of his arms around Ludwig, and Ludwig let his hand take a raising caress from the swoop of his hips, to his neck, until he could grab those curls to himself, harshened to make the kiss more intense, to pull Feliciano much more to him, grinding then, not being able to resist the quick other hand that went to take his rear. The moan Feliciano shared was of the most delightful, one that made him lick and bite for more, Feliciano gripping along with the harshness of nails. He found that the more enticing. Ludwig began to mark on his neck, the part of him that was territorial, that wanted all that body only for himself, twisting them until it was Feliciano who laid below him. He caged him and Feliciano did not mind it at all. He quickly brought them back to the glue of their lips, continuing their mend and moans and nothing seemed to break it this time. They kept it locked even as Feliciano released himself of the blouse, as Ludwig practically ripped apart those shorts, as Feliciano removed his own shirt, Ludwig having to help him with the removal of his own shorts. 

Naked, every inch of their bodies against one another, Ludwig between him in a sudden freeze…wanting to gaze at Feliciano in all his wonderful bareness. The moonlight only showcased him as a gift, a bestowing that for a moment he wondered how he managed to deserve. He gazed down at him and ogled at softness, voluptuousness, skin in some areas beautifully plump, others thin and accenting him as a descendant of gods. All while Feliciano tried not to let himself faint at the utter power, muscle and strength all across him. Ludwig was powerful…and Feliciano wanted all of it, he was desperate, and not wanting more silence, brought his arms around him again and pulled him back to the feast of their lips, of fingers traversing, of their skin exploring more of each other through grinds and pushes. They hardened and they both rolled their eyes at the luck and perfection in their groins. 

They wanted more, they wanted a peak. Neither bothered to think that they absolutely had no experience. It was somehow as if the moment had given them the knowledge, the light guiding, and Ludwig knew enough to check one of the drawers for any lube. They were lucky. It was a small bottle at the very back side along with some condoms. Ludwig wanted to be quick with them…before they brought back any sort of sense when he was riding on an absolute high of Feliciano. He instantly went to prepping him with his fingers, leaning over his mouth to hear those mewls clear, to know where to move, avoid hurting him and gaze to the heaven his face was. Something he must be doing right with the way Feliciano heightens, grips and begs for more in the shine of his eyes. 

That’s it! He knows he’s ready. 

He hovers over him as he prepares himself, as he dares his mind to think…but it seemed the wild part of his werewolf took over, for as he looked down at Feliciano, still in want and expecting, there was no way he could find something to deny this any longer. Careful, he managed to begin his initial plunge, already rolling his eyes at this great warmth, and Feliciano moaned, accepting it with great pleasure, just perfect, just wonderful. They remained in that freeze, just living that amazing first height, first wave of ecstasy, feeling levitated and forever lost to the world. They gazed into their eyes and for a moment…it was like magic, amazing and perfect, diving for another kiss as Ludwig began the first of his thrusts. Here they shouted, it intensified more with their continuous gazes and lock of lips, beginning a slow rhythm that was beautiful and comforting. 

As Ludwig got more confident in the hold, he thrashed, he forced himself much harder, louder getting Feliciano’s shouts. 

For a moment he feared they could be heard out into the canals, quickly gazing as if the very water could catch him and tell the news for the whole society to hear, but another shout from Feliciano brought him back to this delicacy, this wonder…and he just had to continue, an award for himself to enjoy and not wonder about anything else. 

Another splendorous sunshine welcomed him the next morning. The chirp of the birds was somehow more splendid, the heat not as piercing and overall he just felt a new refresh along with the new day. Ludwig woke with an internal smile…that was rare. He was not bothered by the bright light, the shouts of tourists and gondoliers coming in from the opened window or the breeze that seemed to help him breathe, to awaken, stir and enjoy this new warmth in his bed. 

Warmth…he was naked…he caught the scent of another, of…his eyes widened in shock, and there before him was Feliciano in his same state, still fast asleep. The way his hair fell on his face was spectacular, and with the added sun, it shone like a halo…beautiful and…oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. 

Ludwig suddenly sat up, horrified despite, the memory of last night filling and reminding, proof still in the very union of the bed they shared. He began to pull his hair, turning about hoping that this was just still…some really nice dream and when he awoke…he’d be alone and Feliciano would be in his own room. But the longer he stared, at Feliciano’s body only half covered…gorgeous still, the more real it was becoming, the sensations alive through his body, his breaths seeming to beg for more of that body. And no! No! No more, he couldn't let this keep going, he had to somehow…disinfect his whole body from this, pretend it didn't happen, that it was just- moans, movements, Feliciano was awakening. He panicked, shouted and even fell off the bed. It was just the shake to have Feliciano completely sitting up. 

“Lu-Ludwig, are you all right?” He asked, seeming not at all bothered….about anything but simply that Ludwig was not on the bed anymore. 

Ludwig sat up, messed and with piercing eyes, clearly shocked and disturbed. Feliciano instantly panicked and tried to come closer, reaching his arm to try and help. Ludwig, instead, threw a pillow at it and stood, picking his underwear from somewhere on the floor and putting them on. 

“We-we…were late!” He tried to excuse, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door and creating quite a ruckus in the room that only brought more confusion to Feliciano. He sighed and thought to simply join him, but it was in that moment that he felt a sudden cramp…right by his waist and towards…he instead smiled at it. He blushed, and as if he was in crowded streets, he covered his redness, yet his grin escaped through it, almost like a full blown laugh that could be heard throughout if it wasn’t for the water running from Ludwig’s shower. 

They did that…they did that last night…and it had been amazing, euphoric, a heightening that Feliciano had not been intending to witness. But he went through it, took all that passion and desire and well…as his grin became one of seduction and pleasure, he couldn’t wait for another chance. 

He gazed to the bathroom door hoping for another retreat into Ludwig’s arms. 

No…they did have to hurry. 

Feliciano went to his own bathroom to prepare, with a jump expecting much from the day.

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[cjelskerlink]

Thank you very much @novaviis for allowing me to bind your GerIta fic. It’s literally in my top 3 fics from the fandom. I read it, reread it, and then drew fanart for it in the span of a week the 1st time I read it. It’s only right it gets a spot in my bookshelf 📖��️

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take this shitty meme edit i made a long time ago ^_^

HAVE A VERY ITAGER VALENTINES!1!!1!1!1!1

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Summary: WW2 AU. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits.

Author: George deValier

Note from submitter: Link is to a reupload/archive, as the original ff.net account was deleted somewhere around 2019. Probably the most famous/notorious Hetalia fic, written by much beloved fandom writer George deValier, as part of a larger WW2 AU known collectively as the Veraverse due to being based around songs by Vera Lynn. The mysterious account deletion after years of inactivity probably only added to the mythos.  It was absolutely the kind of fic you'd find scattered references to in the most random corners of the internet back in the heyday of the Hetalia fandom, with all the dramatics you'd expect to follow. 

[milkdreamspecialmix]

He placed his free hand on Germany’s shoulder and grinned. “See, isn’t this nicer than laps?”

Germany shook his head and let out a contented sigh, “If it makes you feel better, then yes. It is.”

“I’m glad,” Italy said, and Germany could have sworn he moved closer.

This was it, it was time to make your move, go for it…

“Italy, I—”

inspired by a fic from @ludbeilschmidt <3

[noell0]

hey I managed to make a small crack fic :]

[sugarwithsarcasm]

Ludwig never really considered himself socially inept, sure, but this, this was just embarrassing. He knows he should be more focused on when did Feliciano consider themselves a married couple, but right now, he's arguing with Feliciano about cars.    And he kind of doesn't hate that.

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“Ludwig, can I ask you something?” Feliciano sipped his espresso, smiling at Ludwig who hummed as he reviewed hastily typed work documents Alfred had sent him at 2 am. 

“I’m not lending you any more money.” Ludwig deadpanned, his eyes never leaving the astonishing amount of grammatical errors written in comic sans on his computer.  

Feliciano laughed, shaking his head. Ludwig shifted to look over at the bubbly Italian briefly, smiling to himself as Feliciano calmed down.

“Let’s do something stupid.” Ludwig sighed, powering off his computer. “Something dumb and mortal and fun and not work related-“ 

“Feliciano get to the point! We don’t have all day, we both have better things to do then listen to you ramble.” Ludwig side-eyed Feliciano, who giggled and took a bite out of his pastry.   

“Let’s go on a date!” Ludwig’s face turned a bright red as Feliciano rambled on. “We can both get all dressed up and I can pick you up and we can go to a fancy dinner and get gelato and then maybe walk around a garden or something with some coffee and then we can go to this lovely little bakery-“ 

“A date? Like a romantic kind?” Ludwig’s mouth went dry as he struggled to make up a coherent sentence. “ALSO WHY DO ALL YOUR DATES INVOLVE FOOD?”

“Yes, like a romantic kind! Luddy, I didn’t think I’d have to explain this all to you, really,” Feliciano paused, “I really should start listening to your brother but it’s just so much fun to disassociate whenever I see him!” 

Ludwig tried to ignore the butterflies that were violently attacking his stomach as he looked at Feliciano’s smile. “What makes you think we should go on a date romantically? Are our nations requiring an alliance? Did I miss an email-“ 

“LUDDY NO!” Feliciano reached over the table and smacked Ludwig who had been reaching for his phone. “I mean it in a romantic way! Not! Because! Of! Work!” Feliciano took one last bite out of his pastry and a swig of his espresso as Ludwig stared at him in confusion. “Plus, come on! We’re practically a married couple at this point!” 

Ludwig clutched his chest as he felt himself have his third heart attack of the day. “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” 

“Oh come on!” Feliciano threw his hands up dramatically. “We are having breakfast together for the third time this week! I made you coffee! I’m literally petting your dog in your pajamas! We slept in the same bed last night!”  

“You broke into my house! If I could, I would have you banned from the entire nation of Germany centuries ago!” Ludwig swatted Feliciano with a nearby notepad, causing the bubbly man to squeak, muttering apologies in rapid (incomprehensible) Italian. Ludwig’s German shepard Aster, let out a soft yelp as Feliciano took his hands off his silky, shedding fur. 

Felicino vigorously shook his head, his auburn bedhead hair flopping around his head like his arms had when Ludwig had first tried to introduce him to weights years ago, a childish pout gracing his soft, tan face. Just as Ludwig began to apologize for being rude (Just as Ivan’s therapist had told Ivan to do, and Ivan had eagerly told just about every other nation in the Northern Hemisphere.), Feliciano began to shake his head and laugh.   

“Oh Ludwig,” he started, his laugh dying down into a soft smile, “you don’t mean that. You know you,” Ludwig watched Feliciano bite his bottom lip and fiddle with his hands that were now both placed in his lap,“you know you like me!”  

“No I do not.” 

“Yes you do.” Feliciano hummed as he got out of his chair, taking his dishes to the sink. Aster lay down at Feliciano’s feet as water began to flow from the faucet as Feliciano washed his dishes singing, “Luddy’s got it bad for me, Luddy’s got a crush on me”, to himself. 

Ludwig paused for a moment and smiled as he watched Feliciano dance and sing to himself as he washed the dishes, the sunlight streaming through the sheer, gaudy floral curtains Feliciano forced Ludwig to put up. He found himself standing up and taking a few steps over to Feliciano who stopped singing and dancing, looking over at Ludwig with a kind of teasing confusion, a daring look in his eye unique to Feliciano. 

Well, Ludwig reasoned to himself, maybe he did feel a little less lonely, a little less hopeless when he was with Feliciano. Maybe he slept a little better near him and wouldn’t push Feliciano off of him immediately when he would find the smaller man clinging to Ludwig and nuzzling into his chest. “Maybe if I have a few hours of undisturbed work ,” he swatted Feliciano’s mischievous smirk with the back of his hand, hiding a playful smile, “then we can have dinner at home and, um-” 

“kiss!” Feliciano dramatically cradled his cheeks in his hands making a kissy face while closing his eyes. 

“NO!” Ludwig yelled, his face burning and his voice cracking. He muttered indignantly to himself and attempted to regain control over Feliciano’s hysterical laughter, “I WILL NOT HESITATE TO STOP EXPORTING YOU YOUR STUPID LITTLE ITALIAN GERMAN CARS.”  

Feli gasped before grabbing a clean, metal spoon and shaking it in Ludwig’s face, “NO PLEASE NO, LUDWIG THAT'S OUR CHILDREN YOU CAN’T-” 

“IT'S A BUNCH OF CARS FELICIANO, ALL IT IS IS A METAL AND ENGINE AND-” 

“YEAH WELL HOW DO AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOUR NOT A TOTAL HUNK OF METAL AND I’M ACTUALLY AN ENGINE-” 

Against his better judgment, Ludwig let out a warm laugh, Feliciano quickly joining him in laughter. They stood for a few quiet moments, stupidly laughing together, smiling together, happy together. 

“Feliciano?” 

“Yeah Luddy?” 

His heart skipped a beat, “Make dinner tonight, we’ll clean the kitchen together and walk the dogs in the evening.” 

Feliciano’s eyes lit up, “Can we watch a movie together afterwards?” 

Ludwig smiled, “Deal.”

[cherrybulbasaur]

NEW CHERRYBULBASAUR GERITA FANFIC JUST DROPPED!

[mexigum]

Hello Tumblr,

I've once again come crawling back to ask for help finding a fanfiction... about Hetalia..

I might have a problem, a nostalgia problem

ANYWAYS! does anyone here know the name of that one Gerita and USUK fanfic where Italy ends up in a mental asylum for being gay during the 1940s/50s. And like, America works there as a doctor but he's secretly just as insane as his patients if not worse. Because he and England are just straight up serial killers who call themselves the "Message Man". I think Italy loses an eye to them at some point?

OH! And France runs the damn place as a priest of all things.

I read it a couple years back during middle school/first two years of highschool. I want to reread it but i don't remember the name and can't find it. :( and with the whole, authors going scorched earth and deleting all of their fics recently, I'm worried that it might be gone forever. I can't be the only one that remembers this fic, I could have sworn that it was really popular at the time.

[vehwill]

Written in italian, for now, but my amazing translator @niroki-kuroraito is actually translating all the silly fanfictions I’m giving to her, so stay tuned for a better quality english version!

Sequel to "I'm Not Crazy", it picks up immediately after the cliffhanger ending, so I highly recommend you read the first part of the story.

1930, Italy, Venice. Poveglia mental hospital. What can an anti-Nazi German doctor do when he falls in love with his patient?

GerIta/EngIta] [AU, OOC!Italy, due to plot and setting] [Hints UsUk]

Not suitable for sensitive people. If you want to show your support for my silly art, and to Niroki too, that amazing translator I recommend to EVERYONE, you can do it here: https://ko-fi.com/vehwill Thank you very much for your attention  ❤

[fumblingmusings]

I read this fanfic today and the concept is amazing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/192893

In Hell, the Simultaneous Translators Are Swiss by Gramarye

The nations have lost their ability to communicate with each other in any language other than their official languages. Canada and Switzerland, as nations with multiple official languages, have been pressed into service as simultaneous translators for EU meetings. But how will they react when a desperate Italy begs for help to convey a message that he can no longer say on his own? (Germany/Italy, implied France/England)

I love fics where Vash is just going >:( the entire time. Like yes I will help you. But I will not enjoy it!

[fuckyeah-hetalia]

Status: Complete

Summary:

In the winter of 1891, Prussia hosts a grand ball for his little sister in name of twenty years to the German Empire. Having turned eighteen the October prior, the ball serves mainly as Germany's official debutante to the world stage. It does not go well. [Fem!Germany centric.]

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 35,230

Creator: decoris

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: One sided France/Female Germany, Female Germany/North Italy, Germany/North Italy, Hinted Prussia/Hungary

Characters: Female Germany, Prussia, France, Liechtenstein, Belgium, Czech Republic, Ukraine, Monaco, Hungary, Belarus, North Italy

Tags: 19th Century, Unrequited Love, Minor Original Character(s), Prussia is kind of an asshe's trying his best, France isn't the bad guy, Germany is just hormonal, OOC Italy, Implied Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, OOC Germany because she's a teenager,Family Drama, Panic Attacks, German Siblings, Ballroom Dancing, Flirting, Coming of Age, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Period-Typical Sexism, Historical Hetalia, 1890s, Misunderstandings

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Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart Fanfiction Bind

Did a lot of new things with this bind! The photos don’t do it justice but I foiled the chapter headings with silver foil, the text block was cut with a guillotine, the end bands had the same fabric, and I used my own art for the cover. I wish the photos did it justice. A lot of time, labor, and love went into this bind. I hope I can take better photos another day.

On to the next!

All fanfiction bindings are strictly for my own personal use or gifted for personal use and shall never be sold or made for sale.

[hetalia-newbie-butnotreally]

just, if anyone sees this, read it

it will consume your soul and make you cry, every song you hear for a decade after will remind you of it

it will be worth it

i promise

George Devalier Masterpost

Since George Devalier deleted his fanfics, I tried to search some links of reposts people posted on other platforms. If you can find more of his stories, feel free to add them.

The Veraverse

We’ll Meet Again

Keep Smiling Through

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart

Bésame Mucho

Lily of the Lamplight

My Echo

Jealousy

The Mapleverse

La Patisserie de la Rose

Libelle Hall

Of Ponies and Edelweiss

Ongoing Multi-Chapters

Catch Perfect

The Tiger and the Dragon

Completed One-shots

Stay With You

Gallipoli

Sleep, Little Bird

Completed Multi-Chapters

Blue, White, Red

[milkdreamspecialmix]

i was thinking of the strip in which italy loses the iron cross given to him by germany today. it was a bit of a throwaway gag but the necklace always remained in a lot of fanart as a representation of their friendship and bond. i think it’s cute, but even italy losing the damn thing aside, it doesn’t have much of an appropriate application or use in modern day settings.

though the iron cross predates WWII and isn’t technically an offensive symbol on its own (i most commonly see it being used by punks and other self identifying anti-conformist subcultures) it’s also likely still used as a dog whistle in conjunction with other things. it just doesn’t work beyond WWII settings in my opinion.

i’ve thought that maybe modern-day germany could give italy a new necklace, removed from any symbology related to nationality or pacts/alliances and instead related to their own humanity and friendship. the regular cross/crucifix is an obvious choice, because it is commonly worn by men (catholic and otherwise) and can be an understated design. but it lacks a more personal meaning.

beyond that, germany sometimes lacks taste (tomato ring?? i mean it’s cute but like wtf) so we can only hope that maybe he bought something italy was already eyeing or got help from romano. perhaps he’d think it was too personal of a gift to give and instead opted for something like a rosary. he’s a sucker for acts of service and gift-giving, i feel like he just wants to adorn him in all sorts of pretty and/or practical things.

unless we’re talking about established gerita. i think germany would propose with a ring that compliments the undertones of italy’s skin, but wedding rings are an entirely separate can of worms. collars too.