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hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-27 12:31 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2011-02-27 12:31 pm
Past-Part Fills Part 7
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still no title (2a/??)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 04:47 am (UTC)(link)And in my head nations can also travel extremely fast, although it's much easier during peacetime.
And uwu thanks!
Veneziano returns a few days later with a very large plate of potato gnocchi and instructions to "eat all of it, Germany, I'll make sure you do!"
And again five days later with spaghetti con aglio and cannolis, and an expectant grin.
And again after that with baked fish, and after that with ravioli, again and again...
Around the one-month mark (and Germany realizes my god, it's been a month and he's still coming), Germany comes home late and finds Veneziano waiting outside his apartment building.
Around the one-and-a-half-months mark, Germany finally asks, "Why?"
"Why what?" Veneziano looks up at him from across the table, speaking around a mouthful of polenta.
"Why are you so insistent on visiting me? Why are you so worried about my eating habits?" Why do you still want to see me?
Veneziano swallows his mouthful and says with a light voice and oddly serious face, "I saw Germany at meetings and he looked really tired and sad and food always makes me happier, and also nobody was talking to Germany and he wasn't talking to them unless he was giving a presentation and I thought he'd like somebody to talk to!" And he smiles now, as though this makes perfect sense.
Germany shifts in his chair. It's vastly uncomfortable, this sudden, random warmth (in his face or across the table, he can't decide which), but he feels as though he owes Veneziano something. And this feeling runs ahead of the rest of his brain and says, "I. Should I bring you food sometime? And visit?"
The way Veneziano looks as though he's been waiting for this is alarming. "Oh! Yes! I've been meaning to show you this museum, it's got the most amazing sculptures- is Wednesday okay? Romano's out all week so you don't need to worry about him being all angry."
"Wednesday is fine." Germany clears his throat, and, at Veneziano's urging, his plate.
It's not until half an hour after Veneziano has made the jump back to his house that it fully registers in Germany's mind that he may have just agreed to a date, and he promptly drops his paperwork all over the floor.
Re: still no title (2b/??)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 04:47 am (UTC)(link)No. Not thinking about that now. Especially since the timer has gone off and he needs to get the cake out before it burns.
Cake and maultaschen at the ready, Germany shuts his eyes, attempts to squash the bundle of nerves rolling in his stomach, and jumps to Venice.
He lands, staggering a little, and shakes his head to dispel the feeling of being simultaneously five miles long and very very thin that jumping creates. When he opens his eyes, Germany knocks on Veneziano's door, nerve-bundle now wriggling its way up his esophagus.
"Oh, yay, Germany's here!" Veneziano chirps. "And you've brought- is that cake? It smells really good! Come in, come in!" He stands aside and-
-and Germany's brain does, well, something, because Veneziano just kissed him on the cheek. And he's acting as though it's entirely normal to do that and just sitting Germany down on his couch and taking the food from his hands and talking about would Germany like to eat now or go to the museum first-
"-because I don't know if we should eat the cake now, but there's so much to see there and we might run a little late so we might be hungry. What do you think, Germany?"
Okay. Questions about food. He can deal with that. "We should probably eat sooner rather than later." Veneziano digs around for the plates, and soon they are seated in his dining room making small talk. Mostly it's Veneziano talking, but then the upcoming European Nations' Cup is brought up and soon they're both involved enough in the conversation that Germany's not worrying (well, he is. But only a little).
He's reluctant to end the conversation, but really they should get going. Veneziano says, "You're just admitting we'll win!" and stacks the dishes in the sink, and even though Germany wants to wash them Veneziano takes his hand (oh, there's the odd thing his heart does) and hauls him out into Venice.
It's lively. This is what strikes him first- as they walk down the sidewalk, there's people and tourists and noise that isn't fighting in the marshes. It's loud and friendly and definitely warmer than Bonn, and Veneziano is waving at people.
The last time he was here everyone was silent and scurried for fear of bombs (for fear of him), even though the bombs never fell.
"Ge- Ludwig?"
"Yes?"
"Are you okay? Because you went really quiet for a while. Quieter than usual. And- aah watch out for that bicycle!"
"I'm fine," Germany hauls himself back into the present. "I'm fine."
"We're here!" Veneziano trots into an ornate building and nearly immediately breaks into a blinding smile. "We should see Grandpa's statues first! And, and, we should see the Greek statues, and oh, there're Assyrian reliefs! Aah, we should just see everything, let's go!"
And even if Germany had wanted to say no, he wouldn't have been able to.
... there's still no h/c. ah well
Re: still no title (2b/??)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 11:35 am (UTC)(link)I'm not the person who requested this but I'll be following this fill for sure!
Re: still no title (2b/??)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 11:57 am (UTC)(link)Keep up the good work, Author!Anon, I'll be surely following you!
Re: still no title (2b/??)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 01:32 am (UTC)(link)i can't title (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-18 05:31 am (UTC)(link)Veneziano's behavior has always confused Germany, but now more than ever. Germany is obviously eating well his refrigerator is full of Italian food- and he has received... sufficient company, and Veneziano persists in visiting.
And Germany just doesn't understand why.
Why would Veneziano, cheerful, enthusiastic, lovable Veneziano, choose to spend his time with someone as hard and cold as Germany? Why would Veneziano choose to drag down his own reputation by associating with the nation that twice threw Europe into chaos and the world into bloodshed?
Yet Veneziano appeared to have chosen, and Germany goes on wondering and worrying. Especially worrying, because every time he sees Veneziano, the Italian hugs him or seizes his hand or kisses his cheek, and gets closer and closer, and some part of him doesn't mind, and Germany was never told how to deal with this.
Germany finally manages to broach the subject on a very pleasant May morning. They have some of Veneziano's coffee in front of them, and plans to visit the Bonn Art Museum, and the Italian is attempting to use Germany's shoulder as a pillow.
"Veneziano, I need to ask you something."
"Yes, Germany?" Veneziano lifts his head from Germany's shoulder, turning to face him and placing his hand on Germany's arm. "And then I need to tell you something, too. But you first."
"I... I still do not understand."
The Italian cocks his head and makes a confused noise.
"Why you still visit me, that is. You have achieved your original goals, and I- I have nothing to offer you, but you keep coming back when nobody else does even though you have no reason to, and-" oh god, he's babbling, he should stop but he can't- "-and I don't understand why you want to visit me, after the war, you shouldn't want to, I-"
And oh.
Oh.
Veneziano is kissing him.
Veneziano is kissing him.
This thought bounces through his brain, effectively clearing out most of the other ones, and searches for something to connect to. On the way, it links up with "warm", "soft", and "oh dear god what do I do" before finally making its way to the little section of Germany's mind (which sounds suspiciously like Prussia) that is yelling at him to kiss him back, you idiot, what are you waiting for? And then this little bit of his brain elopes with the aforementioned thought and seizes control of his mouth, and Germany kisses back.
Veneziano makes a quiet, happy noise and moves one hand to the back of Germany's neck, tilting his head and deepening the kiss, and everything feels warm and fuzzy inside Germany's head for a few more seconds, until they both pull back slowly.
Veneziano looks just about as dazed as Germany feels, but smiles widely and says, "There, I answered you and I also said what I had to! Because I wasn't really sure how for a while, but then I thought this was the best way and also you looked really upset but now you don't and can I have some more coffee?"
Germany remains silent for a while, but then decides why not and pulls Veneziano in for another kiss, and their noses bump but it really doesn't matter, not right then.
When they go to the museum, Veneziano keeps his warm hand in Germany's the whole time, the both of them blushing faintly, and they discuss Expressionism all the way home.
And we're done! (I cannot for the life of me think of a title for this, argh). The shippiest thing I've ever written. Yeehaw!
Thank you again for the lovely reviews, anons!
Re: i can't title (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-18 09:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: i can't title (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-18 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)I'm not OP either, but I want to thank you just the same for giving us this little gem :)
Re: i can't title (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 05:12 am (UTC)(link)