#Gerita Fanfic

[breitzbachbea]

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)

[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 📖♥️

[cowboy-robooty]

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

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

[carnivorousarcher]

i think my unachievable dream project ever is making a live action adaptation of auf wiedersehen sweetheart by george devalier. not even cosplays just fully period accurate costumes and clothes with actual actors that look like the characters

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

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. 

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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.”

[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.

[cherrybulbasaur]

NEW CHERRYBULBASAUR GERITA FANFIC JUST DROPPED!

[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!

[cjelskerlink]

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.

[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

[aph-fan-shitposting-renaissance]

we all need to try to make it to friday so we can surf the internet at the weekend and once again be those weird kids who like gay anime countries that some student created 10 years ago

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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.