Hetalia: Sunshine
Title: Sunshine
Rating: K
Genre: 100% pure fluff.
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Italy. | GerIta
Summary: Italy sings Germany a song while working. As does everything else Italy does to Germany, it distracts him considerably.
Notes: Deanon from the kinkmeme again, prompt was for a fic where one nation sings "You Are My Sunshine," to another nation.
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The lyrics drifted on the warm breeze of the morning, barely loud enough for Germany to catch it, so that he missed the first line.
"... My only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey."
The faintest intake of breath, barely louder than the song itself, and the rustle of newspapers, a body shifting.
"You'll never know dear," his volume did not increase any, but Germany could just hear the smile in his voice, without looking up from his paperwork. "How much I love you..."
The softest flick of eyelashes against glasses, and Italy smiled at Germany, his hand poised in mid-signature.
"... So please don't take, my sunshine away."
Colour rose up on the German's cheek, just the lightest dusting, enough for Italy to catch, before he turned to lie back onto his back, gazing into the large windows of Germany's office, grinning.
He looked hurriedly back down the papers, eyes scanning through words which didn't quite register anymore. He could have sworn that there was something about a decrease in taxations somewhere but he couldn't seem to--
"It's a nice song," Germany heard himself say.
Somehow, through years of honed experience, he could hear Italy nod. "Yeah, it is."
"Why sunshine though?"
He looked up this time, signing off a paper which he couldn't quite concentrate on any further, just in time to see Italy shrug, hands resting on his abdomen, where the newspaper lay, eyes closed against the bright morning light streaming in through the glass.
"Sunshine's good, isn't it?"
Unable to find anything of enough substance to reply, Germany simply nodded, folding his arms on the table, over his own paperwork. Italy smiled a little more, one eyelid twitching open to the sunlight, before closing it again.
"I mean," an intake of breath, and somehow, Germany already knew there was a lot to come. "If there wasn't any sunlight, the wheat wouldn't grow. And if the wheat didn't grow, there wouldn't be any pasta, right? And if there isn't any sunshine, the tomatoes wouldn't grow, which means no tomato-based pasta sauce. I guess oil-based pastas are alright, but no tomatoes wouldn't make Romano or Spain very happy and--" Italy broke off with a sudden laugh, opening his eyes and squinting against the sun. He brought a hand up in an attempt to shield the flooding light.
"And it means that sunshine's really important, right?"
Just like you, he could almost hear.
His face heating up, Germany somehow couldn't find the will to look away from Italy, once again smiling at him from the couch, the morning sunlight washing over his form. And just like how he always seemed to be around this man who made him lose control of his thoughts, the words came out before his mind was able to think through it.
"Yes, I suppose sunshine really is important."
A hesitating moment, and Germany looked back down at the paperwork in slight disarray, his mind still processing it all, how oddly flattered he felt, being compared to sunshine of all things. But, he reasoned, if sunshine was important to Italy as how pasta was important to him... He could probably deal with being likened to light being given off from the sun.
"Sing it again for me?" The grin from the lazing Italian was evident, just as those words left unspoken.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away.
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A/N:
I loved writing this, and I'm loving GerIta even more with every fic I write for them, heh heh. The very awesome greedslave has made a doujinshi of this on her DA, which I absolutely love. Go take a look and comment, alright? :D It's most definitely worth your time. So much fanart guys? Ffff, you're spoiling me XD;;
Rating: K
Genre: 100% pure fluff.
Characters/Pairings: Germany, Italy. | GerIta
Summary: Italy sings Germany a song while working. As does everything else Italy does to Germany, it distracts him considerably.
Notes: Deanon from the kinkmeme again, prompt was for a fic where one nation sings "You Are My Sunshine," to another nation.
--
The lyrics drifted on the warm breeze of the morning, barely loud enough for Germany to catch it, so that he missed the first line.
"... My only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey."
The faintest intake of breath, barely louder than the song itself, and the rustle of newspapers, a body shifting.
"You'll never know dear," his volume did not increase any, but Germany could just hear the smile in his voice, without looking up from his paperwork. "How much I love you..."
The softest flick of eyelashes against glasses, and Italy smiled at Germany, his hand poised in mid-signature.
"... So please don't take, my sunshine away."
Colour rose up on the German's cheek, just the lightest dusting, enough for Italy to catch, before he turned to lie back onto his back, gazing into the large windows of Germany's office, grinning.
He looked hurriedly back down the papers, eyes scanning through words which didn't quite register anymore. He could have sworn that there was something about a decrease in taxations somewhere but he couldn't seem to--
"It's a nice song," Germany heard himself say.
Somehow, through years of honed experience, he could hear Italy nod. "Yeah, it is."
"Why sunshine though?"
He looked up this time, signing off a paper which he couldn't quite concentrate on any further, just in time to see Italy shrug, hands resting on his abdomen, where the newspaper lay, eyes closed against the bright morning light streaming in through the glass.
"Sunshine's good, isn't it?"
Unable to find anything of enough substance to reply, Germany simply nodded, folding his arms on the table, over his own paperwork. Italy smiled a little more, one eyelid twitching open to the sunlight, before closing it again.
"I mean," an intake of breath, and somehow, Germany already knew there was a lot to come. "If there wasn't any sunlight, the wheat wouldn't grow. And if the wheat didn't grow, there wouldn't be any pasta, right? And if there isn't any sunshine, the tomatoes wouldn't grow, which means no tomato-based pasta sauce. I guess oil-based pastas are alright, but no tomatoes wouldn't make Romano or Spain very happy and--" Italy broke off with a sudden laugh, opening his eyes and squinting against the sun. He brought a hand up in an attempt to shield the flooding light.
"And it means that sunshine's really important, right?"
Just like you, he could almost hear.
His face heating up, Germany somehow couldn't find the will to look away from Italy, once again smiling at him from the couch, the morning sunlight washing over his form. And just like how he always seemed to be around this man who made him lose control of his thoughts, the words came out before his mind was able to think through it.
"Yes, I suppose sunshine really is important."
A hesitating moment, and Germany looked back down at the paperwork in slight disarray, his mind still processing it all, how oddly flattered he felt, being compared to sunshine of all things. But, he reasoned, if sunshine was important to Italy as how pasta was important to him... He could probably deal with being likened to light being given off from the sun.
"Sing it again for me?" The grin from the lazing Italian was evident, just as those words left unspoken.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away.
--
A/N:
I loved writing this, and I'm loving GerIta even more with every fic I write for them, heh heh. The very awesome greedslave has made a doujinshi of this on her DA, which I absolutely love. Go take a look and comment, alright? :D It's most definitely worth your time. So much fanart guys? Ffff, you're spoiling me XD;;