#aph gerita fanfic

[cowboy-robooty]

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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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.

[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 :]

[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)

[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.

[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

[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

[lithugraph]

Gilbert and Roderich's relationship has never been ideal, but somehow they've always made it work. As Weimar Era Germany draws to a close, a new threat looms on the horizon. The world around them is changing, bringing with it new challenges and decisions that have far-reaching consequences. Meanwhile, Ludwig tries to face his past. Part 2, sequel to Lost Generation.

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: APH Austria, APH Prussia, APH Germany, APH Russia, APH Ukraine, APH America

Pairings: PruAus, past GerRus, past GerIta, GerAme

[hetaliahealing]

draw a circle, that's my last braincell

Name: krem Age: jr millennial Zodiac: ♑︎ Pronouns: they/them XX minors DNI XX

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went mia from tumblr & fandom but i've orbited back. hetalia is & has been my comfort cast since 2010. a blog to scratch the fixation.

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On Tagging:

Not good at alt tags (alt ship names/ hws v. aph) so if you dislike a pairing above, just block the tag I use. I've been trying to use "hws"/"hetalia world series" instead of "hetalia axis powers".

For cw/tw I'll try to tag what I'm aware of as common warnings. But I'll likely not use "cw"/"tw" and just do "blood", "gore", etc. I might not tag "smoking" but I might tag "substances" or "420".

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[waterbottlqueen]

THIS. like im so done with shippers forcing straight gender roles onto lgbtq ships. there does not have to be a “man” and a “woman” in a relationship, they are two men (or two women). stop overfeminizing short men which you deem to be “bottoms”. stop overmasculinizing bigger men which you deem to be “tops”.

do whatever you want w ur ships n everything but don’t get upset when ppl say that its not the best thing to be doing lol

What didn't you like about 2019 Nordic interpretations? I'm asking cause I feel like it's such an specific year...

Starting with a disclaimer: Run your blog however you like! If it makes you happy and isn't hurting anyone go for it! These are just my opinions, I am not talking about anyone in particular; and tbh I don't remember any blog in particular.

alright, so part of the reason I said 2019 is because that's when I joined the fandom, and it is the most vivid fandom experience memory I have. Hetalia was just coming back so it was huge in the circle and I was having a jolly old time.

2019 was also when I had Tumblr the first time round, and it was my first big experience with a social media that wasn't Pinterest. So again, jolly old time. I followed a LOT of nordic centered blogs and all of them followed a very similar premise, DenNor, SuFin, Iceland, Sealand.

We can start with the ships, ignoring my own family hc, DenNor and SuFin in most the blogs I followed were just,,, manly man x overly effeminated guy; I'm not saying we don't have the problem of doing this anymore, I'm just saying I saw it more often in Nordic blogs.

My complaint for Iceland is he just,,,, he's never given a personality beyond 'little brother in any of them'; and I mean that's fine ig? to my knowledge he isn't given much else in the anime either but still.

I don't have anything legitimate for Sealand besides I think there would be a lot more oc's for all of the random islands that are counted in the Nordics without him.

[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.

[juliussneezerfics]

Blood Red Lilies and Baby Blue Cornflowers: Chapter 3 - Reluctance

After an unexpectedly amiable year at France's house, Germany is transported over to England's house for the next year. How will England react to Germany's hanahaki? Could the two nations possibly get along after all that happened?

TW: Blood Mention

Ao3

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A suited agent stepped out of the passenger side door of the car, aiming a handheld gun at Germany. “Get in the car quietly. Try anything funny, and I’ll shoot.” 

Germany side-eyed the agent as he slowly stepped toward the door and opened it, sliding in the backseat. The first thing he registered was the tan interior. The second, the driver of the car. He was turned around, another black handgun aimed at Germany. The third, as Germany set his bag on the floor at his feet, was that England was on the other side of the backseat.

“… Hello.” Germany said, unsure.

England seemed to have not heard him, his gaze following France’s progress as he shut the door. “What?”

Germany snapped his fingers in front of England’s gaze. “What are you doing here?”

England jumped slightly with surprise. He considered Germany, his shock subsiding. “Oh. Sorry. I figured I could use the International Road. No reason to put you through an entire day in a stuffy car. Plus, after the scare I gave you and your brother last year, it was just the right thing to do.”

“The right thing to do would be to not threaten us with Russia’s pipe in the first place. Besides, you caught Japan in the end without information from us.” Germany grunted.

England sighed. “We’re off to a good start then. Brilliant.”

“Speaking of Russia,” Germany began as the car began to roll down the driveway. “How is my brother doing?”

England side-eyed Germany.

“Asking for an update isn’t against the rules, is it?”

England paused, considering. “He’s okay. Russia hasn’t had violent tendencies for a long while now. At any rate, physical punishment was forbidden. America goes in to check on them every now and again. The two are beginning to get used to each other, strange as it sounds.”

Germany raised an eyebrow. He knew the history between Russia and his brother. He also knew that Prussia tended to hold grudges. So it was a bit of a shock to hear that the two were getting used to each other. “Really?”

“According to the last letter Russia sent.”

Germany hummed, looking away as he was filled with a sense of relief. His brother was okay. And, it sounded like he wasn’t miserable. He turned back. “And Japan?”

“He’s in a similar position to you.” England said. “He’s bouncing between our houses. He was just over at my place. He left for America’s this morning.”

Germany grunted. “That should be an interesting dynamic. Especially since America bombed Japan so recently.”

England simply hummed in response. “And you’re sure you didn’t know where he was? Why he kept fighting?”

“Of course not. My boss was the one who started it. I was almost sure that the minute I surrendered, Japan would soon follow. I was honestly shocked when he didn’t.”

England hummed again, the two lapsing into a silence as they drove on.

“What about Canada?”

“Canada?” England asked, apparently surprised that he came up in conversation.

“He has my dogs.”

England nodded. “Oh. Yes. Apparently they’re getting on quite well with that polar bear of his. Berlitz has taken a special liking to him.”

Germany also nodded, facing the window once again. So far, attitudes toward the two were far more relaxed. Business-like, certainly, but not as hostile as they were the last time they met. Germany had always thought that there were many similarities between the two. They were both introverted. They both valued work. Surely the next year wouldn’t be too difficult. Though Germany had still not forgiven England for threatening him and his brother, he hadn’t forgotten about those last few minutes he had allowed him to spend with his brother. He hadn’t forgotten about that small grace he had afforded them after they had committed terrible, terrible crimes against the world. Perhaps the next year would not be too bad.

As it passed, Germany found that this was true. The relationship between the two was rather like two roommates who weren’t exactly friends, but who didn’t mind each other. They unintentionally avoided each other, the both of their tasks and daily to-do-lists separating them from each other. Germany found a home in England’s extensive library, burrowing himself within large stacks of history books, classic novels, and instruction manuals. Though he would have normally perused the occasional romance, he found that he could not stomach this genre anymore. It brought his unwilling mind back to a dark place he seemed to spend every waking moment avoiding. He would occasionally do paperwork, but he found that there was less to do than last year. The two of them only met up for meals and an occasional afternoon tea, though they would both sit at the table, noses in their books.

After his third month at England’s place, Germany found that he began coughing. In the rare occasions that he did it in front of England, the other nation would simply ignore it, clear his throat, and turn a page in his book. Germany was thankful for England ignoring his coughs. It made a small deal out of something so big to him. He much preferred this to the long, lingering looks of pity he would receive from France when he was back at his house, charming and thoughtful as France was. As the months passed, Germany coughed up petals more and more frequently. At this, England would look up before redirecting his gaze to his book. By the time the eighth month rolled around, he had coughed up his first flower. He opened the nearest window and tossed it out into the grass, thankful that England was not in the room. The last thing he wanted was for someone to pity him again. He was a grown man. A nation. He didn’t need to be coddled like a toddler.

Germany was sitting at the desk in the guest bedroom a month later, bent over some paperwork. It had been a couple days since he had been downstairs for anything except meals, for fear that he would cough up a flower in England’s presence. Just as he was about to sign his signature on another waver and move on, he felt a dreaded blockage in this throat. He knew that this was another full lily. He gasped for breath, coughing desperately as he performed the self-Heimlich on himself. Just as he was running out of air, it flew out of his mouth. Germany gasped for breath he could barely receive. It was only the ninth month. By the time his hanahaki had been this bad, he was at twelve months. He looked at the lily that landed on his desk. The pure white of the middle of the flower faded into a slight pink on the edges of the petals. The initial petals that he had coughed up were pure white. So, being the logical man he was, he deduced that the more pigmented the flower got, the more blood and oxygen the flower was absorbing. He was limited on time.

A knock on the door ripped Germany out of his reverie. “Come in.” He rasped. The irritation on his throat was almost enough to get him coughing all over again.

England opened the door, balancing a saucer and a small cup on one hand. “Tea?”

Germany raised an eyebrow, but he nodded. In the three days he had been up here, this is the first time England had come up to offer tea. He suddenly wondered if his coughs and desperate breaths had been louder than he thought.

England paced over and set the saucer on the desk, his green eyes landing on the flower that had landed on his desk. He hummed a silent question.

“It’s only the first one.” Germany answered. “I’m fine.”

England raised an eyebrow, wordlessly rounding the desk and looking in the trashcan on the left side. Inside were several flowers, a couple of them near the bottom wilting. “Apparently not.” He looked back up at Germany. “Why don’t we bring your work downstairs? I have a desk in the sitting room.”

“Why?”

“These flowers are pretty big.” England contemplated the one on the desk. “It isn’t a good idea for you to be alone. You could choke.”

Germany avoided those searching eyes, turning back to his paper and signing the waver. “I’ll be fine.”

“Well I don’t want you to choke to death.”

Without even looking over, Germany could hear the pity in his tone. God, why couldn’t people just leave him to deal with this on his own? This was a personal affair and the others had no right to meddle. “I’ll die anyway, what difference does it make if I do it now?” He didn’t mean it, of course. He had just saved his own life a couple moments ago. He wouldn’t die early. He knew he wouldn’t let himself. He knew that he was being a petulant child. Throwing a tantrum like a toddler. Perhaps he was selfish, brushing off England's selfless concern. But there was something incredibly frustrating about a repetitive problem he could not fix. It caused him to lash out as if it would do something to help. He knew it wouldn't. But like a kettle blowing steam, it released some trapped pressure within him. It did nothing to help his problem, though.

One that he figured out would last forever.

There was a long, deep silence as England just stared at him. He finally looked away, taking a seat on top of the desk. “I get letters from Spain, you know. About Italy.”

Germany’s frown loosened, as did his grip on the pen. God, Italy. That man had been occupying his thoughts nonstop. Thoughts of his hair. His laugh. His selfless concern and affection for him and Japan. In the years that followed their separation, he was unable to stop himself from thinking of past memories like one ponders on a pleasant dream. An ache in his heart grew to wash over the one in his throat as he considered who they used to be. What had transpired between them. Italy interrupting his work to play football, initially bothersome and childish, were now realized as attempts to get Germany away from his work. Periods of time for him to step back and breathe. All his life, his brother had told him that he spent too much time within his own head. Too much time within his own thoughts. If he spent so much time in his own head, how had he failed to notice and process the gifts Italy was giving him through his actions? The regret made Germany want to go back in time and shake himself. Tell himself to put down the pen. To go outside and kick around the football. To see how Italy received the sun. Then he would cough flowers and his reverie would be interrupted, almost for a minute. It was almost enough for him to be thankful for the illness.

Almost.

England crossed his arms. “He helps Spain and Romano with the tomatoes… when he isn’t napping in the sun, under the shade of the trees… he’s getting tan, too. Not as tan as his brother, but he’s almost looking back to his normal self. Before the war. He cooks for them every day, too. Spain says it’s nice to have a break from making all the meals. Romano acts like he doesn’t want Italy there, but the two are thick as thieves. They don’t do anything without each other.” England stared ahead at the opposite wall. “He asks about you and Japan all the time.”

Germany’s eyes widened with dread as he looked up at England. “You didn’t tell him, did you? You didn’t tell Spain.”

England frowned down at Germany. “Of course I didn’t bloody tell him. That’s your business. Not mine.”

Germany paused, then nodded. He looked back down at his paperwork. He flipped to a new page, scanning the page but not reading it.

“As far as Italy knows, you’re completely fine. Your biggest struggle is that you get bored… he really misses you, you know.”

Salt in the wound. Italy missed him. He asked about Germany… but yet here Germany was, coughing up petals from a love that went unrequited.

“Germany, I know it’s small comfort, but-”

“I don’t want it.” Germany interrupted, not looking up. “Thank you for the tea.” He was unsure what it was within him that wanted England gone. He didn’t know why he was pushing him away. He just knew that he wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts, far too inside his own head. Alone with his memories. Maybe now that he has nothing to do, he can turn over the memories again. Continue to find the hidden acts of kindness. Sometimes it felt like they were all he had.

England paused for a moment, then nodded. “Okay.” He pushed off the desk, walking over to the door. He paused within the frame, pausing as if he wanted to say anything. But he closed his mouth and left the room without closing the door.

Germany kept his head down. He listened as England’s footsteps faded down the hallway. He stood, looking around the guest bedroom. He looked at the wardrobe. He glanced at the bed. His gaze finally landed on the window, his feet automatically drawing him forward. He wasn’t allowed outside. God, he missed the outdoors. He pushed the window open. The fresh air that hit his face gave him more relief than he thought possible. He leaned against the windowsill, sticking his head out the window. The moon was out that night. The autumn in England was lovely. But Germany did not notice as his mind was occupied by thoughts much too loud to notice the surrounding beauty.

He lay in bed, dying a month later. He didn’t want the same drama he suffered over at France’s place. When he got to the point that his weakness prevented him from doing anything, he resigned himself to his bed. It started earlier this time. A month early. He didn’t tell England, but to his credit England showed up when Germany did not arrive downstairs for lunch. England peered through the open door to the room. Ever since the incident last month, England enforced the only rule all year – the door had to stay open. He never mentioned why, but Germany knew that it was so England could keep an ear open for any more choking. “Lunch is ready.”

Germany looked over at England from the pillow. “I can’t get downstairs.” This was all he said. Nothing about how he could hardly breathe. Nothing about how he hasn’t been able to keep anything except soup down in almost a week. Nothing about how he couldn’t drink anything except for tea. Really, his inability to get down the stairs was the least of his problems. But his mouth stayed resolute shut, the confessions of his pain crowding against the back of his teeth.

England paused, then nodded. “Right. I’ll bring you a plate.”

Germany hated accepting help. But he knew that if he didn’t, he would starve to death. Slowly dehydrate. Over the next month, England helped him. But he helped him in a different way than how France had done it. He propped Germany up against the headboard so Germany could do his work on his own. He brought over cups and bowls of water so Germany was able to brush his teeth on his own. He helped Germany with his day-to-day life, but he did it in a way where Germany was able to do them. Though he was still able to do things that he had been unable to do the previous year, Germany still felt helpless. Weak. All the amendments in the world couldn't change the fact that he was anchored to the bed. That he was held back by the dreaded plants in his lungs.

England grabbed the flower bowl sitting on Germany’s lap. It was near full. He went over to the window to dump them out. “France sent me a letter. He said that you’re… worse off now than you were at his place. What’s the difference?”

Germany coughed into his hand. “I don’t know.” His voice was raw.

“Were you thinking of Italy more often or something?”

That was the answer exactly. Germany turned away, not wanting to admit it. He had hoped that being separated from Italy for long enough would make his condition go away… but it just made it worse. He clung to every memory like a lifeline, remembering every detail to the best of his ability. Watching it in his mind's eye like a film on repeat, analyzing every last detail. THe man was a phantom constantly on the edge of his mind.

England sighed. “I wish you would stop acting so ashamed. It’s just love.”

Germany chose not to reply.

“All the countries fall in love sometimes.” England tried, sitting on the edge of Germany’s bed.

Germany furrowed his brow, looking over. “Then why am I the only one with Hanahaki?”

England just offered a shrug. “We don’t know too much about it. It’s inconsistent. We don’t know why, but it only affects a few cases of unrequited love.”

Germany nodded, swallowing the pain. What were the chances?

”I’m sorry.” England said. “Comforting people isn’t my forte.”

“It isn’t mine either.” Germany responded.

“I guess I mean to say… if I weren’t so damned British, I would just start by saying that I understand. And that I want to help. Even if you are technically a prisoner.”

Germany looked back up at England. “Thank you.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

Germany shook his head. “I suppose no more than what you’ve been doing. That’s been the biggest help. Just doing things on my own.”

“Hm.” England nodded. He looked out the window absently.

Germany continued to look at England. He was so much older than Germany was.  With how old England was, what was the chance that he had never fallen in love? Surely they were astronomical. If he were more impulsive, perhaps he would have asked.

England looked back at him, raising a single bushy eyebrow. “Someone’s lost in thought.”

Germany averted his gaze, his face feeling heated.

“This has to be the first time I’ve ever seen you blush.” England sounded amused.

“Don’t antagonize me.” Germany grunted, his face flushing still.

“What were you thinking about?”

Germany was about to speak, but instead coughed into his elbow.

England clutched the bowl to his chest. He looked alert, like a deer in the headlights. Like any second he was prepared to come over with the bowl like it would somehow help something. Like it would somehow make a difference.

Germany was relieved to only cough up a single flower petal. Not bad, he supposed. “Nothing.”

England raised his eyebrow again.

“I was thinking about… you, I suppose.”

“Oh.” England looked surprised. “Should I be flattered?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well let me hear about it and decide.”

Germany cleared his throat, sitting back against the headboard. “I guess I was wondering if you’ve ever been in love before.”

England didn’t look surprised. He just nodded. “Hm…”

“Of course, you don’t have to answer. It’s very personal, and it’s not like I was going to ask anyway.”

England nodded again.

The silence as the two thought was near unbearable. It appeared that England's willingness to comfort had a limit. Perhaps Germany had overstepped that line.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

“Please.”

England wordlessly got up and left.

Germany dropped his forehead to his palm. England had been kind to him. He had taken his time, his resources, his property, and hosted Germany with far more grace than what he deserved. Especially after what he had done. Now here he was, scaring his gracious host away. Great. He leaned back against his headboard. He sighed, this prompting him to start coughing again. He hacked away, each contraction to his throat causing it to flare up in pain. God, he wouldn’t wish this condition on his worst enemy. Already, he could barely choke down food without that prompting a coughing fit. He looked at the wall in front of him, his mind far too occupied to pay attention to it. He gave himself a week at longest before the hanahaki took him again. He shut his eyes. So this was it. For all of eternity.

England opened the door, holding two saucers with dainty teacups filled to the brim. “I also have toast if you want some.” He offered.

Germany peered over, shaking his head. “No thank you.” His voice was gravelly from the coughing fit.

England hummed. He passed Germany the tea, sitting down on the rickety old chair next to his bed. Coming from the kitchen, it looked remarkably out of place in his room.

Germany awkwardly sipped the tea, resisting the urge to chug down the entire cup. The tea, however temporarily, provided relief from the fiery pain in his throat. It took everything in him to not dump the contents of the cup down his searing throat, begging England for more. But instead he took his little sips.

England sipped his as well, looking out the window from his chair. “We’ve all been in love before. If they tell you any different, they’re lying buggers.”

Germany nodded.

“The worst is when you fall for another country, though.” England nodded. “There’s been a lot of times that I’ve wished I was human, but falling for a country takes the cake.”

Germany blinked at his bedspread. He coughed into his hand. Briefly, he wondered who this country was. He wondered if England still felt for this country, whoever they were. He had an idea, but he dismissed it before he could truly contemplate. It was none of his business. Instead, he considered the second part of what England had said. There had been plenty of times he himself had wished he were human. Italy had expressed the same interest. Japan had said nothing during this conversation, but everything behind that blank brown gaze told Germany what he needed to know. He was certain that every country had felt the same at least once. He knew that humans looked at immortality as if it were some sort of great missed chance. The answer to their problems: More time. Guaranteed time for all eternity. Germany had only lived barely more than a full human existence. But already he knew that immortality would be the greatest taunt of all. A cruel prank from whatever deity there was out there. To watch his people live and die around him, leaving him behind. To watch a child tug his mother’s hand around, Germany just seeing an eventual gravestone. He wasn’t sure if other nations felt this way. Maybe this constant negativity was from being born of war. Of being torn apart and put together from his very existence. From growing to full adulthood within four years of existence.

“France was in love with a human once.” England remarked.

Germany looked up at him. “That’s really none of my-”

England looked at Germany. “It’s very kind of you to think of him, but he’s never been shy about it. If he were in my place and you asked about falling for someone, she would have been the one he brought up as an example.” Again, he looked out the window. “Ever heard of Joan of Arc?”

Germany’s eyes widened. “Of course I have. She was someone I looked up to during…” His sentence faltered.

“The wars.” England finished. Again he turned his gaze on the sick nation. “When you’re immortal, you have to be quick to forgive. Don’t worry about avoiding the subject. Despite what America believes, no one else blames you.”

Germany avoided the gaze.

“France was in love with Joan. As you know, France and I weren’t on the best of terms then… but I was far more afraid of her than of him. The woman radiated power in a way that I’d never seen and haven’t seen since. Not in a human, nor even a country. Incredible soldier, and an even better woman. It makes sense that France fell for her… but as you know, she came to a terrible fate. At my hands… indirectly, perhaps, but still. We didn’t talk for ages. Hell, we don’t even talk about it now. Sometimes he acts like he has forgotten her. He acts like he doesn’t visit her memorial statue every year.” England faltered, staring ahead.

“You blame yourself.” Germany guessed.

“Every day.” England shook his head. “I didn’t want to. But perhaps I could have done something.”

“Just as I could have done something about both world wars?”

England turned his head to Germany. The two considered each other for a minute before both turned their gazes to the window. A barn swallow swooped in front of the window, about to fly into it before it redirected its path at the last minute, chasing some bug invisible to the naked eye.

“I remember wondering what it was like to fly. Hardly dared to believe it when the Wright Brothers invented the air plane.”

“Me too.”

“And now we can.”

Germany grunted. “Wonder what we can do in another hundred years.”

England hummed in agreement, sipping on his tea. “It’s a good life, Germany.”

Germany sipped his tea as well, finishing off the cup. Perhaps it could be.

[mmd-ask-italy]

Movie Night

Summary: It's Movie night. And Germany is too stubborn to admit that he is tired. Will he be able to watch the movie or will he fall asleep during it

Rating. General Audience 

Warnings: Fluff

Pairing: Gerita

words 1057

AO3 link

A/N  This is the last thing I post bevore going offline, for the 17th, I be back on by the 18th I am participating in this Tumblr strike.till then goodbye 

A/N 2 I asked ages ago for some prompts and this was one of them, someone asked for this one, as gerita, I lost the ask..so i dunno who it was (honestly I can’t even remember when I asked for prompt, I tried finding the ask, or post but to no avail I wrote down to prompt in a book that’s how I didn’t lose it) This was the prompt: A falling asleep watching a movie with B so A carries B to bed.  

the story 

I sat down for the monthly movie night, I had with my boyfriend

“You sure you want to Luddy? I mean it, we can postpone if you’re too tired?”

This was the 3rd time he had asked and I send him a knowing glance.

“Yes...it’s fine Feli.” I had promised after all and I had missed the last one already. No way I was gonna disappoint him again and miss this one too. No matter how tired I was.

We had a staring contest for a couple of seconds until eventually Feliciano let out a defeated sigh and put the movie in.

I gave him a smile as I lifted the blankets so he could join me on the couch. He smiled brightly and quickly cuddled up into my side, and I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. The movie started and I was trying to pay attention to it..but my mind and body were not cooperating with me. My eyes fell closed without me wanting to and my mind just registered the movie as white noise. It may be because of the long day I had had. And it was getting nice and comfy right now….

NO! I blinked rapidly and tried to focus again but the screen just looked like a blur of blue colours. ...what movie were they watching again? He couldn't even remember the title if he was honest. Feli chuckled and it made me smile. While at least he was enjoying himself and that was the most important part of these nights.

I looked at the screen again trying to make sense of the moving colours. And every now and then trying to focus them into shapes. But it didn't seem to be working. Then the colours stopped moving and I felt Feli move beside me.

“Popcorn is ready,” he said to me. And then proceeded to kiss my forehead. “don't worry, I go get it” and then took off towards the kitchen

I walked into the kitchen with a smile. Ludwig was so sleepy it was adorable. I let out a sigh, as I grabbed a bowl. I should have put p more of a fight. As adorable as it was, it was not very healthy. He should catch up on some sleep, not force himself to watch a movie with me. But he is way to stubborn for his own good.

I got the popcorn and went back to the living room. Only to be greeted with some soft snores. Ludwig had fallen asleep. As quietly as I, could I placed the bowl down and crouched down before him. After a few seconds being sure the other was asleep, I reached over and stroked the others cheek.

He got a smile on his face as I continued, and moved more into my hand. As I sat their quitely letting the peaceful moment pass over us, my legs starting to cramp up from the awkward position. So after debating it for a second, I decided to stand up once more.

I really shouldn’t let him sleep on the couch, he needed a proper rest.

But I really don’t wanna wake him. My eyes travelled to the staircase when I an idea struck. And I quickly rushed upstairs, to check on something

I stirred a little, what was happening? Was Feli back with the popcorn? Wait….

….

Did he dose off?...and hold on, where was he? It didn’t feel like he was on the couch anymore…

I managed to crack open one of my very tired eyes to try and see what was going on. Was he...moving? No….well. Technically yes..he was being carried, I noticed as I opened my other eye as well. Looking around, it took me a moment to realise what I was seeing, because my tired brain was lagging behind.

Feli was carrying me….he was carrying..with apparent ease... I...I probably shouldn’t be as surprised as I was. We had reached the top of the stairs, and Feliciano seemed to walk to my room. Wait how did he plan to open the door? Didn’t I close it when I left it this morning? I was being carried...princess...style. No way he could open the door like that...like maybe..but that could throw him off-balance and they would both fall to the ground. I should probably let the other know I was awake without startling him too much.

In my thinking of what to do, I had closed my eyes once more and leaned against the other's chest. I rapidly started to blink my eyes, fighting to keep them open, which was much harder than it normally was.. Wait...they were in his room already. Had….had Feli opened the door beforehand….bevore picking him up in the first place?

Huh..smart. I was quite impressed by the others foresight, that would have been something he would have forgotten because he didn’t have to deal with those kinds of problems.

“Oh...you have woken up,” Feli said softly, jolting me back to awareness. Feli was setting me down on the bed. I gave the other a nod, still a bit surprised. “Sorry, had hoped not to wake you” he mumbled as he finished setting me down.

As I laid there I unconsciously started to sink more into the bed. “Sorry for falling asleep” I managed to mumble out, my eyes already closing once more. It was getting increasingly hard to keep them open but I did manage to see the others smile growing.

“It’s fine Luddy” he said as he stroked my face softly. “Just take a good rest okay?” I wanted to apologize for running their evening together but wasn’t sure he could. He was already falling asleep again and the other put a blanket around me.

“still...I” the other sussed me, with a soft kiss on the lips. And I couldn’t help the soft smile. “Sleep.,” the other said firmly leaving no room for argument. I let out a soft hum in response

“Stay?” I managed to ask as my eyes closed for probably the final time tonight.  I heard a soft chuckle and another kiss was given to me.

“As if I would go anywhere silly” I felt a warmth beside me as I finally drifted off.

[breitzbachbea]

Fantastic! I'm getting a good grade in aph england, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve!

(But also 🌀Ohhh, you people want to ask me for my copy of Maggie Kilgour's From Communion to Cannibalism. An Anatomy of Metaphors of Incorporation sooooo badly.🌀

And maybe also read A Dutch Conspiracy on my ao3 if emotionally constipated Englishmen with explosive consequences are your thing.)

I guess the key to writing hws England to me is to understand he is both a control freak and a dreamer. He must have loved having secrets all for himself as a kid, his own world. He's so certain he can make the whole world dance to his tune, but should something go wrong, he has learned to pre-empt disappointment with cynicism. If something works, he will present it as inevitable success based on his abilities. If stuff goes wrong, he will say that he hadn't had high hopes. Everyone else is an idiot, except for him, because if he says he is an idiot, he isn't one. Ultimately, he cares so much but being SEEN caring is a weakness. Depending on someone else is a WEAKNESS. Anyone else feel like the Introduction From Communion to Cannibalism by Maggie Kilgour is in the room with us.