Germany x Child!Italy: Impossible (request) "Who are you?" I ask as I pick up the child. He or was it a she, looks very similar to my friend. Chestnut coloured hair with an odd curl sticking out. Their eyes were closed and they had a carefree smile stuck on their face. They didn't cry when I picked them up, instead, they seemed to gaze into my own blue eyes. How they did remind me of my friend. Speaking of which, where was he? I look at the child with an expression of utter confusion. Italy was just here a couple hours ago, he said something about wanting to play soccer and now, in his place was this kid.
"I'm me!" they squeak out. I narrow my eyes as my frustration to know the child's identity increases.
"That doesn't answer the question!" I yell, face revealing my pent up anger. The child cried out in fear and alarm, and started to cry. Gasping slightly, I started panicking on what to do. I have never handled a child before. In the end I decided to just bounce the
Robot!Germany x Italy: I do have a Heart (request)"Loneliness is never crueler than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate." - Germaine Greer
A gloomy corner of room effectively ruined the cheery atmosphere of the party. Italy looked up sadly from the corner at his brother. Dear Romano was swearing at Spain for wanting to dance, but Italy knew it wasn't true anger. He sighed and sat back down near the punch bowl while everyone was enjoying the Christmas celebration hosted by America. He would have been one of the loudest people there, apart from that obnoxious American. Smiling, laughing, and eventually dragging his best friend to the dance floor. That is if his best friend was only there, his Germany.
--Couple weeks ago--
Rain, it was falling from the sky in an endless shower. The droplets of water were mixing with the saltier ones flowing from eyes. The speech of the priest was drowned to silence by the occasional roll of thunder from the heavens. That is where Italy'