Stolen writing meme from miko
From the lovely mikochan_noda
1. Comment.
2. I will write you something vaguely resembling fiction based on the icon you used.
3. If the icon in question does not contain fictional characters, I reserve the right to Make Some Shit Up.
Please take care of me~ nyahaha!
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Er, hope they're in-character.
Title: His Favorite Things
Series: Hetalia Axis Powers
Characters: Germany, Italy
Word Count: 300
Rating: er. . . PG
AN: Let’s see if I remember anything from that Western Civ II class early this year. . . Or was that the year before that?
Being soldier has been in the very skeleton of Germany for a while now; he wouldn’t know how to function without the structure and efficiency ingrained in him. But that was not to say he didn’t kickback and relax sometimes. Perhaps, it explained his attachment to a certain flighty, happy-go-lucky artist. (No. He wasn’t going any nearer that thought.)
Like any other person, he enjoyed brief respites from fighting. He liked the contrast between the sweat-inducing warmth of his winter uniform and the biting cold against his exposed face and neck. He relished the crunch of fresh snow underfoot, too, but best of all was the smell of coffee undulating from the open fire.
“Breakfast is ready,” he said.
Italy did not do frigid early mornings well. (He did not do early mornings well, period, especially when it involved forced marches or trying to outflank enemy troops.) Germany had succeeded prying Italy out of his tent earlier, but he remained curled up before the fire, wrapped in blankets, and dozing off often.
“Biscotti?” he asked sleepily.
“N-no. Bread, jam, and cold cuts.”
“. . . Sausage again?”
“Are you complaining?” Germany sounded severe, but when he walked over, he just stood beside his drowsing friend.
“No.” Italy leaned over to rest his head against Germany’s side. “Sausage is fine. You can bake those super sweet thingies once the war is over, and I’ll have pasta and gelato and cheese . . .”
Enchanted by his imaginings, Italy impulsively threw his arms around Germany. The latter froze, uncomfortable with Italy rubbing against his pant leg. “W-what are-?”
“And pizza and cheese and jam and bread and sausage. . .” Italy only continued to cuddle against his petrified ally. “So yay! Sausage for breakfast~ ♥”
“N-not that kind of sausage. . . ITALY!”
Thus, Germany’s peaceful morning was disrupted by one jelly-fingered sleep-talker.
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Being soldier has been in the very skeleton of Germany for a while now; he wouldn’t know how to function without the structure and efficiency ingrained in him. But that was not to say he didn’t kickback and relax sometimes. <-- that's so Germany ♥ ♥ ♥
Italy~ ♥ Germany!! ♥ ♥ I love this~ XD Haha~ Germany's peaceful mood gets disrupted, as always, by Italy~ I love how you brought out the contrast in their personality~ And I love how you showed that Germany's a soldier, but not a warmonger, and that he does like to relax and enjoy life~ andomgsausage.
“N-not that kind of sausage. . . ITALY!” *stretches her imagination*
I ♥ This~ Thank you so much for writing it~ XD
Thank you~ ♥
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I'm glad you likey~ First try at Hetalia~
WILL YAOI FOR WORLD PEACE YES
And do stretch. do stretch your imagination. Ohohohoho~
BTW, would bratwurst have been better?
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It's your first try? o_o uwaah~ you really are awesome~ XD
sausage makes the mental-image more vivid and and.. a lot quicker to come to mind.. I prefer sausage~ XD. :D
omg, my grandma peeked over my shoulder while i was typing sausage x.x *dies*
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I googled "bratwurst" and my brain nearly broke. but sausage sounds much less awkward.
thanks for reading~
u-uwah! poor grandma. T__T scarred! *tries to revive you*
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wiki'd bratwurst and saw it..all..sliced...up...
uwaah~ grandma is sneaky. T_T
I should be the one thanking you for writing it~ thankyou~ *bows* XD
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