Your are my sunshine...
A large, muscular man sat at his desk. His hard blues focused on reading what looked like documents of some sorts. He looked up at a clock on the wall and sighed, slicking back his light blond hair.
“Still so much to do, but not enough time.” His voice was deep and had a very heavy german accent.
“Germany~!” The man looked up to see a smaller man bounce happily into the room. The long curl in his auburn hair bounced around happily. His voice was much higher pitched and had a heavy Italian accent. The German couldn’t help but smile. He was alway happy to see the other so excited. He tried to hide it though, and responded with an annoyed tone.
“What do you want Italy? Can you not see that I am busy?” Italy smiled at the german not paying any attention to his annoyed tone.
“Germany! You've been in here all day! Why don’t you come out and get some food! I made pasta~!” Germany sighed, Not out of annoyance though, but out of relief, not that anyone could tell the difference. He was glad to have a reason to get away from all his depressing work, and being around Italy always made him feel good. He was his Sunshine.
...My only sunshine...
The german followed the happy Italian into the dining room, where Italy gestured for him to sit.
“I’ll be right out with the food! you just sit here and relax!” And off he went into the kitchen. Germany sat there alone for a bit to think to himself. It was just italy and him in the house for the time. Their friend, Japan, was out on other business. He tried not to show it, but Germany really liked the time where it was just him and the Italian. No one else made him feel as happy as Italy did. He was his only sunshine.
...You make me happy, when skies are gray…
A few weeks latter.
Germany sat down in his chair with a sigh. They were losing the war. It was only a matter of time before the Allies would defeat them, and once they did, he knew they would NOT go easy on him. It’s not like he wanted to do the thing he did! He had to! It was his bosses orders, and weather if he agreed with them or not, he had to follow them. He put his head in his hands. All the horrible things he did… all the innocent people he… Just then there was a knock on his door. Germany looked up confused. It was just him and Italy again, and Italy never knocked. He would always just barge in. Maybe Japan had come back sooner than expected.
“Germany? are you okay?” a high pitched voice came from the other side. So it was Itlay. “I know things are tough, but it’ll get better!” The Italian said. Germany didn’t answer. Thing wouldn’t get better, he knew it. “...Germany?” Italy slowly opened the door and walked in. He walked over to the german. “Even if we lose this war something good will still come out of it.”
“What?” Germany said, sounding and feeling completely miserable. He looked up at the italian. “What good could possibly come out of this?” Italy smiled kindly.
“You won’t have to do those bad things anymore.” Germany looked at Italy surprised, and Italy just smiled even more. “And the next time we would see each other it could be as friends! Not just as coworkers.” Germany smiled. He was right. He wouldn’t have to hurt anyone anymore and he could hang out with Italy as friends. Maybe he could even tell the Italian how he really felt…
“Thank you Italy. That really makes me happy.”
...You'll never know dear, how much i love you...
Things were really taking a turn for the worse, and Germany’s boss was NOT happy, and that anger was always taken out on him. He sat in his office again feeling more stressed, tired and angry than ever before and there was nothing around to take it out on. That is except for one person…
“Germany~!” Italy came barging in this time. He had a huge smile on his face. He had the perfect plan to cheer up his friend and he was very excited. Germany looked up at Italy and frowned.
“Go away Italy. I have work to do.” His was trying to keep his frustration and anger under control, but the italian wasn’t helping.
“Come on Germany~! I have something you’re going to love~!” Germany clenched his fists. He felt as though he was going to burst.
“I said go away…”
“Come on Germany! pretty please? You’re going to love it! I just kn-” Just then the german snapped.
“I don’t need another one of your useless ideas Italy!” Italy’s smile dropped. He looked at germany feeling hurt.
“Yes useless! All you ever do is just sit around making white flags and pasta! Now GET OUT BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT MYSELF!” Italy looked at then german with shock and hurt. An expression that didn’t really fit him at all. He nodded.
“I’m sorry Germany…” He said, quietly before walking out of the room, looking down at the floor to hide his tears. Right after Germany regretted everything he just said. He really liked Italy- No. he didn’t just LIKE the italian he loved him. He didn’t mean to hurt Italy. He was just so stressed out about so many things. He sighed.
“I’ll apologise to him tomorrow…” He told himself.
. . .
Sadly, he never got the chance to apologise. That night Italy went back home. If Germany really thought he was useless then why stick around? Germany sat back down in his office hating him self even more. a few days later his phone rang. It was Italy.
“GERMANY! GARMANY! I know you don’t like me, but please HELP! America and England are attacking and i can’t hold them off!” Germany sighed of course America and England would pick on Italy. He quickly packed his stuff and got ready to go into battle. When he got Italy he was surprised to see the town they were incompletely demolished. The once beautiful architecture now only rubble. What was worse was that the Italian was no where to be seen. Germany searched and searched until he finally came across what looked like a bomb shelter. he opened the doors to see Italy inside with his back to the door and arms covering and protecting what looked like children. He could hear him saying soothing words in Italian.
“Italy?” Germany said. the italian jumped and turned around quickly pulling out a small pistol.His eyes were closed.
“Stay back!” he yelled. He was obviously terrified.
“Calm down Italy it’s just me!” Italy lowered his gun and opened his eyes.
“Oh Thank goodness! you actually came! I thou-” His words were cut short and his eyes widened as he saw a figure come up behind Germany gun pointed at his friend.
“GERMANY! LOOK OUT!” Germany was confused when the italian ran at him pushing him to the side. Then there was a loud BANG. He turned just in time to see Italy fall to the ground blood pooling around him. The shooter seemed to have vanished. Germany rushed to his friend’s aid.
“Italy! Oh God no! please Italy! stay with me!” He yelled. Italy opened his beautiful amber eyes and smiled weakly at his friend.
“S-see?” He said weakly. “I-i’m not useless...I j-just saved your life…” The german started to feel tears run down his face.
“Italy please no… you’ll be okay! we’ll get you to a hospital… it’ll be fine.”
“I-I know i’ll be fine… The p-pain is already starting to f-fade away…” He started to close his eyes.”I-I feel really sleepy though… maybe i’ll just t-take a little nap…”
“Italy no! you have to stay awake!” But it was too late. The Italian had stopped breathing.
“Italy? ITALY! WAKE UP!” Germany was screaming now. “NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO FALL ASLEEP ON ME! WAKE UP!” He was shaking his friends lifeless body now, but to no avail. Italy was gone, And Germany never got to tell him his true feelings. So he just sat there, hugging the italians body mumbling three words: “Ich Liebe Dich” over and over again. In hopes he would somehow hear him…
...Please don't take my sunshine away.