hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 15

Italy is a pretty confident guy, but there's one thing that he's really insecure about - his phimosis. Italy keeps initiating things with Germany, but backing off when they get too close to sex. Germany thinks he's doing something wrong, and eventually works up the courage to ask about it. Italy tells him about his insecurity, and he assures Italy that he doesn't care and helps him seek treatment (which he's been too embarrassed to do).

Bonus: One way to treat it is to manually stretch the foreskin every day. Italy decides to treat it this way and makes Germany help him.
Bonus 2: Italy's phimosis came about from scarring from forced retraction of the foreskin as a child. How that happened is up to anon. Maybe from a failed attempt at sex with HRE? Anyway, the memory adds to his insecurity.

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Sitting on his bed in only a black wifebeater and his red underwear, Germany nearly cried out in alarm when he felt a stack of stapled paper bounce off the back of his head and rebound onto the floor in a crumpling, tumbling mess.

Nearly.

One of the things that Germany had actually gotten quite proud of himself for over the years, despite how trivial it seemed in the big picture, was how utterly used to Italy's craziness he had become. Had he invited Italy into his house? Not this week. Had he heard even the smallest sign from his best friend that he was planning on visiting his house uninvited, yet again? No, they hadn't even had the chance to speak in a while.

But with Italy, you never know, and because he was here now, and Germany hadn't known, he took the surprise with minimum recoil. The select few Germans from work who kept up with his life greatly admired this of him.

Not even bothering to turn and face his likely underclothed friend, Germany reached down to the floor and picked up the packet of paper, straightening it back as neatly as he could manage. "What is this about?" he asked tiredly. So much for a head start in sleep, anyway.

"I printed it from the internet-- Germany, I just found out what it's called!" There went the bounce on his bed as Italy thumped onto it and wrapped his arms around Germany's shoulders from behind. "Oh, and also hello, Germany! It's so nice to see you!"

Germany grunted, patting Italy's arm vaguely, and finally focused on the title of the article. He squinted for a moment; Italy always forgot that written words were not in Common and his Italian fell shamefully below his expecta--

". . . Phimosis?" Germany read, feeling the cold fingers of dread crawling all over him. It was going to be one of those nights. He coughed, hoping his awkwardness would fall out of his throat as he did. "Italy, is there any reason, in the middle of the night, that you are making me read about--" momentary choke, this was excruciatingly awkward, "-- problems in foreskin retraction?" My God, he'd said it.

Silence followed his question, drawing out so long that Germany finally turned to look his friend in the face, and found it less than an inch away from his head, squinting at him with a look of deepest despair and disappointment. His heart gave a thump so loud that he felt his sternum bruise from the impact.

"What. . . what?"

"Germany." The smallest little tears were forming at the corners of Italy's eyes, and Germany's mind started running in confused circles. Where had the conversation gone and how had it gotten here?

"Wh- what is it! What's wrong! Can't you tell me?"

"Germany," Italy repeated, even more distressed than before. His arms slid off of Germany's shoulders, and he leaned back, posture dead serious. He was even wearing a large t-shirt which covered his body, which was rare, and was pulling it down to cover his legs. "Germany, you've forgotten?"

Goddamn, what had Germany forgotten?

Italy understood the bewildered stare Germany was unknowingly giving him and looked away self-consciously, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt again. "Germany, I don't want to tell you again, it was back in the war, you don't remember?"

"Many things happened in. . . in the war, Italy. I don't want to remember most of it."

Italy's head snapped up at the subtle break in Germany's voice, letting out a quiet "oh!" and looking even more sorry than ever. He bit his lip. "It's. . ." he squeaked and looked away again, shrinking in on himself. "M-mine, it's different from yours, that's. . . that's what I told you." He curled his legs underneath his body and pulled the large t-shirt over his knees.

Germany looked from Italy's flushed face back to the packet in his hand. He flipped to the next page; there was a rather graphic comparison diagram with two photographs that he was not in the mood to look at, and he closed the packet again, tossing it tiredly to the middle of the bed where he could worry about it later. He let out a ragged sigh that he had hoped would sound more casual than he felt.

"S-so. So you found out what it was called." Germany put a hand over his eyes; his face was so warm it must have looked as red as his underwear. "Wh-what does that have to do with me?"

"Germany," Italy whined, and he reached across the bed and snatched the packet up himself, flipping to one of the pages. "Look at here, right here." He pointed to a thick paragraph from which Germany could only recognize some numerals.

"Read it to me, please Italy, at this time of night it would take me hours to decipher that." Rubbing at his eyes now. These simple massages worked wonders on late-night headaches.

Italy seemed to finally remember their temporary language barrier and waved one of his hands frantically. "Oh! I forgot! Sorry, sorry! It's a list of ways that the problem can be cured, that's all! It can be cured, Germany!" At this he smiled so sweetly that Germany felt some rather vital organs turning into mush at the sight of it.

Cough. Cough. "Again, what does that have to do with me?"

Italy's head lolled to one side. "What do you mean? Aren't you going to help me with the treatments?"

". . . I suppose, since you asked." This, at least, was a routine format Germany could follow fairly competently. Italy asks him for help, he swoops to the rescue. Come to think of it, there was a video a while back where-- why is he suddenly thinking about that?! "W-what would I have to do?"

Italy made one of his odd, idle noises as he skimmed the paragraph. "Well, there's a medicine I could get, but medicine is always. . . oh!" he showed the paragraph to Germany again, pointing at a portion of it, and Germany let out another sigh. "We could do this one!"

"'Schtiramunto'?" Germany read out sarcastically. Italy giggled at his horrible accent, completely missing the point.

"Yeah! You c-could. . . stretch it for me!" Italy laughed, happy that his friend was so understanding, and threw his arms around Germany's shoulder's again. Germany thought he was having a heart attack or seizure.

"I-- I'm sorry, stretch what?" he asked, not optimistic at all about the answer. Italy.

"Y-you know. . . stretch it." Italy's face was reddening again, though it no doubt compared nothing with Germany's.

"Why can't you stretch your own foreskin by yourself?!" Germany nearly screamed. He felt as though a volcano were erupting in his brain. From the bedroom down the hall he heard Prussia swearing at him to shut the fuck up.

"I-I-I don't want to! W-wouldn't that be weird or something?" Italy was distressed again, pulling on his shirt so hard that it would probably need to be thrown out tomorrow.

"What you're asking right now is what's weird!!" Germany's heart was pounding, and he was having Hell of a time trying to organize those stupid feelings that Italy sometimes excited in him. Italy.

"You mean you won't do it?!" Italy was nearly wailing now. "Please, Germany, I can't do it myself, it has to be you!"

Half an hour later, after a very mature session of trading distressed screams back and forth with each other, and Prussia had entered the room to tell them to put a gag in it or get the fuck out of the house and wow Italy you sure look cute in that shirt, Germany agreed that he would tentatively not-refuse Italy's request for help until the both of them had more information about the technique of treatment. But, he added sternly, when Italy started nervously guiding Germany's hand toward the bottom of his shirt and Germany fought against him, it would have to wait until tomorrow, after everyone had gotten enough sleep.

By some lucky miracle that Germany was extremely grateful for, that satisfied Italy for the night, and the two continued on with the almost welcome, by-now familiar routine of tucking into Germany's small bed together.

Italy even kept his t-shirt on. See, karma does balance out.

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Hahaha okay that was mildly adorable. I love their characterizations more than anything else (heck, even Prussia's teency appearance spoke volumes). I'm looking forward to see where this goes.

Pfft, Germany's life is pain sometimes, seriously. XD

Where had the conversation gone and how had it gotten here? ... You would think he would have given up on wondering by this point, really.

(You know, I'm not OP, but I was really curious to see what someone would do with this prompt. And this is way too amusing. Especially the surprise!Prussia, really. XD)

<3!

Oh my god! Author!anon is absentminded person! This is horrible since I absolutely understand your position since me anon!reader is also absentminded! But I serenely hope that you will finish it... one day!

As for now, this is really awesome, every sentence is supercool and funny at same time, and charactering is awesome. What more, you made me especially happy since I've trough that North Italy was extinct from kink meme. You wouldn’t know how happy I was when I've saw his name in fills list.

would a single-person chorus (so not actually a chorus) of MOAR MOAR MOAR help you remember?

This was so cute and, and, Italy! Germany! Prussia's cameo! Weeee! *melts*

THIS... THIS MADE MY DAY. It's amazing. Thanks so much, author!anon, it's exactly what I was looking for and more. Totally agreeing with the other commenters, your characterization is perfect. I really hope you finish this! Ahh, thanks again! ;A;

Whoa. I usually don't like GerIta just because it's rarely portrayed like their cannon relationship is in the strips. This, though...A+ authoranon!

/joins the chorus of "MOAR"

LAWL Captcha! "rides Volkswagen"

Awesome start! It made me laugh, really, and I hope you will continue it!

Aaah this is great~! I hope it hasn't been abandoned...

Hetalia Kink meme part 15

GerIta - Italy's phimosis

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