#this is just a goofy concept that i was legally obligated to write

[qionow]

Traitor the Dachshund

The time where nyo!Germany tried to sneak a dog back home and immediately blew her cover because of said dog.

“Berlitz, down!” 

Germany barely managed to keep her grip on the squirming mass wrapped up in her coat as she pushed the door shut with her elbow, only managing to get the command out just before Berlitz jumped up onto his hind legs with an excited bark. 

Unfortunately, the concept of remaining static didn’t seem to stick with Blackie or Aster either as they darted around her legs in a mess of enthusiastic panting and skittering paws, adamant on seeing what exactly was in her hands.

“Yes, I get it, you’re excited,” she huffed out, wrestling her coat to rest in the crook of one arm as she held the other out palm first. “Now sit!” 

As soon as her voice hardened for that stern command, all three dogs obediently settled themselves down, ears perked up and ready for her next word, much to her relief.

She let out a heavy sigh, finally letting herself relax now that the chaotic energy around her arrival had died down as she brought her hand back up to join the other in supporting the bundle in her arms.

“Germany?”  

And just like that, she froze on the spot like a deer in the headlights, glancing up to find Italy looking right back at her with sheer confusion written all over her face. Her mouth opened and closed, searching for the right response with no luck before she tested out the same answer that Prussia had given her so many times before in the past.

“I can explain.” 

Of course, her coat chose that moment to let out a completely normal high-pitched yip.

She fumbled with the heavy fabric as it started wriggling around in her arms once more, nearly falling right out of her hands before the head of a dirty brown dachshund popped out of its makeshift blanket in order to stare at Italy with wide eyes like the innocent little traitor it was.

Germany cradled the small dog close to her chest when Italy’s bewildered stare had yet to fade away, face already burning dark red with embarrassment when it let out another excited bark.

“I found him on the way home,” she mumbled out. “I tried asking around to see if he had an owner, but nobody recognized him, so I thought I would bring him along for the night.” 

With no response from Italy, Germany quickly abandoned any hope of maintaining her own dignity in order to defend the content ball of short brown fur that settled back down in her hands.

“I won’t keep him, I’ll take him to the vet tomorrow.” The dog squirmed in her arms for a moment and Germany relaxed her grip to let him reposition himself before she held him tight again. “I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t lost or hurt.” 

Her stuttered excuses quickly faltered when Italy burst out laughing though, doubling over to lean against the wall in an attempt to keep herself standing. 

“Germany, carina, that’s what you looked so scared about?” Italy gasped out, although that didn’t stop her bright grin from growing even larger. 

Germany could already feel the heat jump down from her cheeks to her neck at that question, especially since Italy’s little fit was currently doing nothing to help ease it. “I didn’t know what you would say.” 

Italy brought a hand up to briefly muffle herself, hazel eyes bright with mirth as she tried to recollect herself. 

“You’re so silly sometimes,” she giggled, nothing but amusement in her tone as she straightened back up in order to bounce over to her side. “Of course he can stay!”

The dachshund only blinked curiously at her when she approached, head tilting to one side as one floppy ear fell open. 

That certainly won Italy over in a heartbeat as she visibly melted until her affection was as clear as day on her face. “Can I hold him?” 

Germany gave her a brief nod, slowly lifting the dachshund up, who seemed very content with his new surroundings, to pass her off to Italy. “Just be careful.” 

“I will, I will,” Italy laughed, reaching out to cradle the little dog close. “Now, aren’t you just adorable?” 

She was answered with a short bark as the dachshund leaned up to lick at her chin, stout tail wagging furiously through the sleeve of the coat he was wrapped up in. 

“Oh, thank you!” Italy turned her head from side to side, squirming at the relentless amount of kisses she was currently receiving. “You’re just a little sweetheart, aren’t you? Yes you are!”

As soon as Italy started using her softer coos, Blackie, Berlitz and Aster all jumped up in order to crowd at her feet as well, although they did calm themselves down significantly more compared to when the newest addition first arrived.

The sight was almost too much for her to the point where Germany didn’t know how much more her heart could take when Italy glanced back up at her, warmth radiating from every part of her body from her smile to her gentle hold. 

“And you’re a sweetheart too,” Italy declared, leaning up onto the balls of her feet in order to press her own kiss to Germany’s cheek. “My sweetheart.”

Germany only brought a hand up to gently push her back down, even if she couldn’t quite suppress the smile that pulled her lips up. “I thought I told you to be careful.” 

Italy let out a gasp at that, turning back down to the happy dachshund still wrapped up in Germany’s coat. 

“Did you hear that?” she huffed, mock offense dripping from her voice as she bounced the little bundle of dog in her arms. “She just said I wasn’t careful with you! Can you believe it?” 

Italy looked back up at her with a pout that was far too adorable to be considered threatening.

“I think I deserve an apology for that!” Italy nodded firmly when the dachshund let out an excited yip. “Mhm! He thinks so too!” 

Of course that little dog would be a traitor to the end, but Germany really couldn’t blame him for siding with Italy. If she wasn’t the one currently on the accusing end of her judgement, then she would have stuck with her too. 

“And how am I supposed to apologize?” Germany finally hummed, crossing her arms to wait patiently for her answer. 

Italy’s brow furrowed with concentration, lost in thought for a moment before she finally looked back up at Germany. “Hold on.” 

She held her new partner up to her ear, letting him sniff at her hair with a completely serious face as she nodded along before she leaned down to whisper back to him. The process cycled through a few times before Italy finally seemed satisfied enough to let it nestle back down into her arms. 

“He says you have to give me a kiss now!” she declared.

“Is that so?” She looked back down at the dachshund, reaching out to pat his head with a sigh. “I can’t argue with that then.” 

Italy’s professional mask was cracking at the seams the longer time went on, unable to hide her grin as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. 

Germany only shook her head once at the sight of Italy’s master plan before she leaned down to give her a proper kiss, one she could feel Italy smile into the second she closed her eyes. 

“Have I been forgiven yet?” she asked quietly, parting ever so slightly in order to mumble her question out. 

She already knew her answer the second Italy’s smile widened. “Yup! Just don’t do it again!” 

With that, Italy turned back to the dog in her arms, hefting it back up into a more comfortable position.

“I’ll go get him some food,” Italy called out, glancing up at Germany once before she was back to cooing at the dog. “I bet you’re hungry, right?” 

As she wandered off back down the hall, Germany caught the sight of the dachshund peering over her shoulder to look back at her, the picture of pure innocence to just about everyone but her. 

“Traitor.” 

She couldn’t stop her smile from growing when Italy whipped back around in a flash as if she had been summoned by that mumbled word. 

“Germany!” It seemed like Italy couldn’t stop her own smile either though as she protectively hugged the dachshund even closer to her. “That’s another kiss! And you better hurry before I make it two!”