APH Fic Ballare chapter 4
Title: Ballare
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FemGermany, S.Italy, EventualS.ItalyxFemGermany
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Romano didn't know when he could no longer hate Germany. Maybe it was when he found the hidden secret that Germany was actually a girl and he was entwined with her secret. And slowly love starts to bloom on the dance floor.
Spain flinched from the yell but didn’t let go of Romano’s wrists or let the smile go off his face.
“I said you’re in love Roma.” Spain repeated.
Romano pulled his wrists out of Spain’s hands.
“No! I refuse to believe in that! I refuse to believe that I am in love with Germa…” his eyes widened as he realized his slip.
Spain’s grin, if possible, widened, “Germa? Could you possibly mean Germany?”
Romano shook his head frantically. “No! I didn’t mean that! I didn’t mean that!”
“I think you did Roma.” Spain sang.
“No! No!”
“Romano loves Germany. Romano loves Germany.”
“Okay are you five years old or something?” Romano nearly shrieked.
“Okay, okay.” Spain said putting his hands up. “You can’t deny though that you said his name.”
“It was a slip.” Romano snarled.
“Okay.” Spain said turning back to the now whistling kettle.
“Out of curiosity, how is Germany?” he asked casually.
“Fine. A bit stressed from the war but hey that’s war.” Romano said before his eyes widened. “Hey!”
“What?”
“Don’t try to trick me like that!”
“I have no idea what you mean.” Spain said innocently. “Anyway, I was thinking of visiting Germany soon.”
“I wouldn’t. He’s really busy lately and has a lot of meetings to go to.” Romano said. “I said stop that!”
“Stop what Roma? And by the way does Germany like dancing?” Spain asked.
“Kinda. He doesn’t know that many dances but the ones he knows he is pretty good at it.” Romano said without thinking once more. “I thought I said stop that!”
Spain grinned again. “I‘m proving you wrong Roma.”
“Why must you do that?”
“To show you the truth.”
“What truth?”
“Roma. I‘m going to ask you a few questions. And for once I want you to answer them truthfully alright?” Spain asked sitting down at the table and putting cups of tea in front of them.
“…okay.”
“Let’s say hypothetically that you are in love with Germany.”
“Which I‘m not.”
“That’s why I said hypnotically. Let’s say that you were in love with Germany. You would feel something in your stomach.”
Romano placed a hand on his stomach.
“In your chest.”
The hand rose to his chest.
“Your tongue would start to get tied up and sometimes you can’t help but say some things.”
The hand covered his mouth.
“Silences start to become comfortable. There is no need to fill it with meaningless and unimportant conversation. You start to notice the little things. Unimportant and insignificant things that suddenly seem important and significant. You notice small things like how they do their coffee or tea in the morning to how they sleep at night. Little things like that.”
Spain leaned forward. “Now think about all that. And think about that person you were talking about earlier. Do you think that you’re in love with them?”
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Germany hummed slightly as she looked over another piece of paperwork.
“West. You’re smiling again.” Prussia said.
Germany touched her mouth gently. She was smiling.
“Sorry.” she said before returning to her work.
She still felt Prussia’s gaze on her.
“You’ve been spending a lot of times at Romano’s place.” he commented.
Germany didn’t answer.
“Look.” he sighed. “I‘m happy for you even if you think I‘m not. I just want you to be careful.”
“Be careful of what?”
Prussia sighs. “Look he knows that you’re a girl right?”
Germany nodded.
“He can use that against you to do whatever he wants.”
Germany snorted. “He wouldn’t do that.”
“Not to mention the fact that I think you fallen for him.” Prussia continued ignoring her.
“I am not falling for Lovino.” Germany objected.
“Really?” Prussia asked skeptically. “Well then let’s look at the clues.”
He raised his hand and put out one finger. “You go to his house every weekend and you sleep there and I don’t even know what else you do.”
“We dance.” Germany injected. “That’s all.”
“You call him by his human first name.”
“He said I could, I call nations that I am friends with by their human first name.”
“You dance with him, I don’t know about anyone else but I only danced at balls and I was usually forced to. I only danced with people voluntarily that I really liked.”
“Like me.”
“You’re my sister, that’s different. You’re really protective over him.”
“He is my ally, I protect him he protects me. Even though he usually runs away from fights.”
“Answer me a few questions. Do you look forward to the weekend when you spend the night there?”
“…yes.”
“Do you look forward to spending time with him in general?”
“Yes.”
“Do you enjoy those times?”
“Yes.”
“When you guys are together do you dance?”
“You know we do.”
“Do you just dance with anyone voluntarily?”
“With you.”
“Anyone else?”
“No.”
“You sleep at his house?”
“Yes.”
“You’re open at his house?”
“What?”
“You don’t hide the fact that you’re a girl?”
“No I don’t. I don’t see the reason since he already knows the truth.”
“You guys talk about random things?”
“Yes.”
“Complain about his brother?”
“Yes.”
“About me?”
“Occasionally.”
“Wait, occasionally? What the hell do you complain about me for?”
“That’s a secret dear brother.”
“Little…never mind. He makes you smile?”
“…yes.”
He reaches over and takes her hands in his.
“Louise.” he says. She started slightly at hearing her female name from her brother. “I‘m pretty sure that your falling in love with him.”
Germany slumped in her seat.
“Are…are you sure?” she asks hesitantly.
Prussia nodded. “I‘m pretty sure.”
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Romano ran his fingers through his hair.
“No way. I cannot be in love with…that person.” he finished weakly.
“Roma. You know you can trust me with the name of that person right?” Spain said hopefully.
Romano sighed and looked down at his untouched and rapidly cooling tea.
“It’s…the name of the person I said before.” he finally said quietly. “It’s Germany.”
Spain smiled as he sipped his own tea. “I‘m glad that you finally fell in love Roma, it makes me happy to see you happy.”
“I‘m not happy.”
Spain frowned. “Why not?”
“It’s fucking Germany!” Romano exploded. “I can’t be in love with her.”
His eyes widened as he realized what he had just said.
Spain looked surprised. “Wait a minute. You know?”
“…what?”
“You know that Germany is a girl?” Spain asked.
“I know how the hell do you know?” Romano demanded.
Spain tilted his head back and laughed. “Roma. Who do you think helped Prussia raise her? I was there for practically her whole childhood. It was also my idea that she pretend to be a man.”
“How did you find out though?” Spain asked.
“By accident.”
“And you love her.” Spain said softly.
Romano hesitated for another moment before looking up. Spain blinked in surprise; he had never seen his former charge look that vulnerable.
“Yeah, I do. I love Germany.”
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): FemGermany, S.Italy, EventualS.ItalyxFemGermany
Rating: T
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Romano didn't know when he could no longer hate Germany. Maybe it was when he found the hidden secret that Germany was actually a girl and he was entwined with her secret. And slowly love starts to bloom on the dance floor.
Spain flinched from the yell but didn’t let go of Romano’s wrists or let the smile go off his face.
“I said you’re in love Roma.” Spain repeated.
Romano pulled his wrists out of Spain’s hands.
“No! I refuse to believe in that! I refuse to believe that I am in love with Germa…” his eyes widened as he realized his slip.
Spain’s grin, if possible, widened, “Germa? Could you possibly mean Germany?”
Romano shook his head frantically. “No! I didn’t mean that! I didn’t mean that!”
“I think you did Roma.” Spain sang.
“No! No!”
“Romano loves Germany. Romano loves Germany.”
“Okay are you five years old or something?” Romano nearly shrieked.
“Okay, okay.” Spain said putting his hands up. “You can’t deny though that you said his name.”
“It was a slip.” Romano snarled.
“Okay.” Spain said turning back to the now whistling kettle.
“Out of curiosity, how is Germany?” he asked casually.
“Fine. A bit stressed from the war but hey that’s war.” Romano said before his eyes widened. “Hey!”
“What?”
“Don’t try to trick me like that!”
“I have no idea what you mean.” Spain said innocently. “Anyway, I was thinking of visiting Germany soon.”
“I wouldn’t. He’s really busy lately and has a lot of meetings to go to.” Romano said. “I said stop that!”
“Stop what Roma? And by the way does Germany like dancing?” Spain asked.
“Kinda. He doesn’t know that many dances but the ones he knows he is pretty good at it.” Romano said without thinking once more. “I thought I said stop that!”
Spain grinned again. “I‘m proving you wrong Roma.”
“Why must you do that?”
“To show you the truth.”
“What truth?”
“Roma. I‘m going to ask you a few questions. And for once I want you to answer them truthfully alright?” Spain asked sitting down at the table and putting cups of tea in front of them.
“…okay.”
“Let’s say hypothetically that you are in love with Germany.”
“Which I‘m not.”
“That’s why I said hypnotically. Let’s say that you were in love with Germany. You would feel something in your stomach.”
Romano placed a hand on his stomach.
“In your chest.”
The hand rose to his chest.
“Your tongue would start to get tied up and sometimes you can’t help but say some things.”
The hand covered his mouth.
“Silences start to become comfortable. There is no need to fill it with meaningless and unimportant conversation. You start to notice the little things. Unimportant and insignificant things that suddenly seem important and significant. You notice small things like how they do their coffee or tea in the morning to how they sleep at night. Little things like that.”
Spain leaned forward. “Now think about all that. And think about that person you were talking about earlier. Do you think that you’re in love with them?”
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Germany hummed slightly as she looked over another piece of paperwork.
“West. You’re smiling again.” Prussia said.
Germany touched her mouth gently. She was smiling.
“Sorry.” she said before returning to her work.
She still felt Prussia’s gaze on her.
“You’ve been spending a lot of times at Romano’s place.” he commented.
Germany didn’t answer.
“Look.” he sighed. “I‘m happy for you even if you think I‘m not. I just want you to be careful.”
“Be careful of what?”
Prussia sighs. “Look he knows that you’re a girl right?”
Germany nodded.
“He can use that against you to do whatever he wants.”
Germany snorted. “He wouldn’t do that.”
“Not to mention the fact that I think you fallen for him.” Prussia continued ignoring her.
“I am not falling for Lovino.” Germany objected.
“Really?” Prussia asked skeptically. “Well then let’s look at the clues.”
He raised his hand and put out one finger. “You go to his house every weekend and you sleep there and I don’t even know what else you do.”
“We dance.” Germany injected. “That’s all.”
“You call him by his human first name.”
“He said I could, I call nations that I am friends with by their human first name.”
“You dance with him, I don’t know about anyone else but I only danced at balls and I was usually forced to. I only danced with people voluntarily that I really liked.”
“Like me.”
“You’re my sister, that’s different. You’re really protective over him.”
“He is my ally, I protect him he protects me. Even though he usually runs away from fights.”
“Answer me a few questions. Do you look forward to the weekend when you spend the night there?”
“…yes.”
“Do you look forward to spending time with him in general?”
“Yes.”
“Do you enjoy those times?”
“Yes.”
“When you guys are together do you dance?”
“You know we do.”
“Do you just dance with anyone voluntarily?”
“With you.”
“Anyone else?”
“No.”
“You sleep at his house?”
“Yes.”
“You’re open at his house?”
“What?”
“You don’t hide the fact that you’re a girl?”
“No I don’t. I don’t see the reason since he already knows the truth.”
“You guys talk about random things?”
“Yes.”
“Complain about his brother?”
“Yes.”
“About me?”
“Occasionally.”
“Wait, occasionally? What the hell do you complain about me for?”
“That’s a secret dear brother.”
“Little…never mind. He makes you smile?”
“…yes.”
He reaches over and takes her hands in his.
“Louise.” he says. She started slightly at hearing her female name from her brother. “I‘m pretty sure that your falling in love with him.”
Germany slumped in her seat.
“Are…are you sure?” she asks hesitantly.
Prussia nodded. “I‘m pretty sure.”
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Romano ran his fingers through his hair.
“No way. I cannot be in love with…that person.” he finished weakly.
“Roma. You know you can trust me with the name of that person right?” Spain said hopefully.
Romano sighed and looked down at his untouched and rapidly cooling tea.
“It’s…the name of the person I said before.” he finally said quietly. “It’s Germany.”
Spain smiled as he sipped his own tea. “I‘m glad that you finally fell in love Roma, it makes me happy to see you happy.”
“I‘m not happy.”
Spain frowned. “Why not?”
“It’s fucking Germany!” Romano exploded. “I can’t be in love with her.”
His eyes widened as he realized what he had just said.
Spain looked surprised. “Wait a minute. You know?”
“…what?”
“You know that Germany is a girl?” Spain asked.
“I know how the hell do you know?” Romano demanded.
Spain tilted his head back and laughed. “Roma. Who do you think helped Prussia raise her? I was there for practically her whole childhood. It was also my idea that she pretend to be a man.”
“How did you find out though?” Spain asked.
“By accident.”
“And you love her.” Spain said softly.
Romano hesitated for another moment before looking up. Spain blinked in surprise; he had never seen his former charge look that vulnerable.
“Yeah, I do. I love Germany.”