Konichiwa! It's been a while! Sorry, I've been busy lately and I've kind of neglected my longer stories in favor of oneshots... But I have a new chapter of "Zuviel Liebe" for you! I'm also going to post a chapter of "Katyusha" because I'm still behind on that... Anyway, here it is. This chapter was requested by a girl on Quotev, Madison Stanton and my inspiration was from this video (youtube.com/watch?v=C1a9l6GsAbI ). By the way, the cosplayer at 0:57 in the video is Xerxes Break from Pandora Hearts and I literally squealed when I saw it. Okay, I'm just going to hush up now. Catch you guys later~! Like, in a few minutes... XD
- Turtle-chan
Well, today’s the day. You and the boys are all ready to go for the Frankfurt Book Fair and even just standing outside the building it’s being held in is intimidating. There are so many people here that it’s hard not to be a little freaked out.
“Vell, shall vee go insite?” Germany asks you as Italy shivers beside him pitifully. It is a little chilly, but that’s expected from a German October. It’s also cloudy and a little windy, which doesn’t help matters.
“Yeah, let’s go,” you respond excitedly, nearly bouncing on the balls of your feet. This is just too cool!
Inside the building is jam-packed with people, but it’s absolutely amazing anyway. There is a section for each country and in each section are artistic book displays. There are also ample spaces set aside specifically for reading. It’s every bookworm’s dream! You’re immediately overwhelmed by it all, but in the best kind of way. You notice that Japan has his camera with him and is snapping the occasional picture. Italy keeps getting distracted by pretty girls and Germany has to pull him away. You giggle and walk closer to Germany, slipping your hand into his. He blushes a little, but intertwines his fingers with yours and rubs his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.
“Ve~! Look, (y/n)! Italia~! It’s my country’s section! Let’s go check it out!” Italy exclaims, dragging you over to the area in question.
He excitedly runs around alternately glancing at books and flirting with the girl working there. You flip through some of the books, but you don’t speak Italian, so you aren’t really sure what’s going on. Somehow, it feels comforting to be out with the guys like this. It’s one of those weird times when you feel like the four of you are a real family.
You feel a little pang in your chest at the thought. It’s been years since you’ve seen your family. You wonder how they’re doing, what has changed in your absence. Do they think you’re dead or is it like you never existed in the first place? You feel heat pricking behind your eyes and you take a sharp breath in. This is why you’ve been trying to avoid thinking about them. You have no idea how to get back home and even if you did, you’re not sure if you could leave Germany behind. He’s too important to you and you know that loving him like this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You’re not going to find someone you can love as deeply as him and you probably won’t find someone who loves you as much as he does.
“Is somesink zee matter?” Germany murmurs from beside you, startling you out of your thoughts. He looks down at you with concern.
Unconsciously, you bring a hand up to wipe at your eyes. “No, I’m fine,” you tell him with a smile. “I was just thinking.”
“Ve~! I’m bored now! Let’s go somewhere else!” Italy interrupts, bounding over to where you and Germany are standing. Germany never does get a chance to respond.
“Ah. If you do not mind, I would like to visit my country’s stall,” Japan pipes up.
You look up at Germany and he nods a little reluctantly. “Alright. Zat sounts fine to me,” he says. “Let us go.”
The four of you set off back into the crowds, making a circuit around the center. The closer you get to the Asian countries’ stalls, however, the more you start noticing strange-looking people. Their hair is often some sort of unnatural color, pink or blue or crimson or green, and they’re wearing completely impractical clothing with tons of makeup. Some of them look familiar to you but you don’t pay much mind to it. Italy could easily get lost here and he keeps wandering off, so your attention is mostly on him. Then, Japan’s stall is in sight and it finally hits you why the strange-looking people seemed familiar. Good Lord. The cosplayers.
Almost every single person is in costume, ranging from the well-done to the embarrassingly inappropriate. There are many girls wearing cat ears and you see several cosplays you recognize. It makes you very, very happy, somehow. You turn to Japan and see that he, too, seems excited and he keeps fingering his camera. Italy doesn’t seem to notice, but Germany looks horrified.
“Vhat… Vhat is zis?” he asks, staring out at the sea of anime characters with wide blue eyes.
“This is beautiful,” you respond, grinning from ear to ear. Germany looks down at you with confusion, but Japan has already distracted you again.
“Look, (y/n)-san. There is a section of new manga. Shall we look?” he says to you, pointing over at the area in question. You see shelves upon shelves of manga and you can almost feel your eyes sparkling. “Let’s go!” you squeal, scurrying over with him.
You’ve never seen so many volumes of manga in one place before. It’s just so beautiful. There are some you recognize and many that you don’t. One in particular catches your eye. You pick up the gleaming white book and gasp, your eyes running over the red lettering of the title and the familiar faces on the cover. It’s the latest volume of Hetalia. Why is it here? You have no clue. You would think it would be a little too metaphysical for that, but you’re not going to argue it. Eagerly you start flipping through it.
“Ah, those characters look very similar to America-kun and England-san. How uncanny,” Japan notes, leaning over to look at the comic.
“Uh, haha! Yeah, I guess so,” you respond nervously. Does he not realize that it is them? “Oh, look! That guy over there is Xerxes Break! Will you come with me to ask for a picture with him?”
“Hai,” Japan nods, following you as you fight your way through the crowd to the white-haired person.
“Excuse me,” you say, tapping him on the shoulder. He turns around to face you, his single red eye wide. “Would you mind if we take a picture with you? Break is a really awesome character!”
“Ehh? Of course, of cooouuurse~!” the cosplayer responds in a spot-on impression of the character. He even has the costume down to the little blue Emily doll on his shoulder and a tin of hard candy. You stand next to him and pose with a broad grin on your face while Japan takes the picture.
“Thank you so much!” you tell him as you walk back off with Japan. He flaps his long sleeves at you in farewell and you turn back to finding Germany and Italy.
It’s not hard even with all the people, though, because Germany’s so tall. You find him restraining Italy by holding onto his jacket collar.
“Ve~! You caught me, Germany!” Italy says happily as he dangles a few inches off the ground.
“I tolt you not to kall me zat here, Feliciano,” Germany tells him. Oh yeah. You had forgotten Germany decided that all of the countries should use their human names while out in public so as to avoid causing panic.
“Ludwig,” you call out, making sure to pronounce the name correctly. “Feliciano. We’re back.”
Both boys look up and Germany nods to you, setting Italy back on his feet. “Ah. (y/n). Kiku. Did you two enjoy yourselves?” he asks.
“Mmhm! It was great!” you reply, smiling up at him. “I even got to take a picture with one of my favorite manga characters!”
“Zat is goot. I sink…,” Germany says a little uncertainly. “Shall we-?” He’s cut off by a horrifying, unforgettable sound that strikes fear into your very core. The shriek of a fangirl.
“DOIIIIIITTTTTSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUU!” you hear as a blurry figure dashes forward and jumps on Germany, attacking him with a hug. The impact rocks him backward a step and he freezes, eyes wide and confused. Italy and Japan both look terrified.
Once there’s a little less confusion, you see that the attacker is a girl in Italy cosplay. She keeps rubbing her head against Germany and saying, “Ve~! Ve~! Doitsu~!”
“Italia!” you hear a voice call out harshly from behind you. You turn to see a group of Hetalia cosplayers, their Germany glaring at the Italy girl. “Get down from zere zis instant!”
“Ehhh? But he’s-a so soft and-a warm,” the girl responds, pouting. Germany looks like he’s going to kill someone or die of embarrassment, one.
“Ah, sorry, Itaria-kun, but you cannot cring to Germany-san rike that,” their Japan murmurs. You notice all the cosplayers are female and you try to suppress a laugh at their impressions. “Japan’s” accent is just too hilarious.
Meanwhile, the real countries just look on with varying degrees of confusion. “Hey, she looks like me!” Italy exclaims, looking at the girl who is still glomping Germany.
“Aiyah! White people, sheesh!” the girl cosplaying China exclaims, throwing up her hands in frustration.
Now, you’ve realized that the guys are getting too freaked out so it’s time for you to step in. You consider playing it off like the four of you are a cosplay group as well, but you don’t trust the guys to play along with that, so you go for the direct attack. “Um, hey, you guys look really awesome and all, but we’re not cosplayers,” you tell the group of enthusiastic fangirls before turning to the one who has still yet to let go of Germany. “Also, Ludwig is really shy and I think you’re embarrassing him.”
“Wait, you’re not cosplaying?” one of the girls—the one dressed as Japan—asks incredulously, slipping back into what you assume is her normal voice.
“Nope. I guess these guys do look a little bit like the Hetalia guys, though, don’t they?” you laugh, glancing over at the still confused Germany who has finally, finally been released.
“A little? No, they’re spitting images of what the Axis would look like in real life!” the Germany cosplayer exclaims, her eyes wide.
You notice the three boys exchanging glances, but you try to ignore it and keep the girls’ attention on you. “Haha! Sorry for the misunderstanding,” you tell them cheerfully.
“N-no, it’s fine,” the girl dressed as Canada pipes up. You’re a little startled because you didn’t notice her before. She was just so quiet. “Could we maybe take a picture with you guys, though?”
“Sure,” you smile, gathering the boys together while one of the cosplayers asks a person nearby to take a picture of everyone on her phone. You all pose in a group, with the Italy, Germany, and Japan cosplayers standing with the nations themselves. After it’s done, you all exchange your goodbyes and they leave.
“Vhat vas zat?” Germany asks, rubbing his temples in frustration.
“Ummm… I’ll explain it some other time,” you say vaguely. “Is there anywhere else you guys want to stop?”
“Ve~! I think it should be your turn to pick, (y/n)!” Italy declares.
“Ja, you shoult pik. You are zee reason vee are here anyvay,” Germany adds in.
“Okay, well could we go find a country that speaks English? So, pretty much the U.S., U.K., or Canada?” you answer half-jokingly. You would like to actually read something.
The boys all consent and you make your way over. There are some interesting stories that you flip through for a while as Italy naps on a pile of cushions and Japan reads the manga he picked up in the Japanese stall. Germany wanders about skimming over a few books here and there and it’s overall a much more peaceful experience than you expected. When you’ve finished, you all decide to head over to Germany’s stall before leaving, even though Germany didn’t ask to go there. You watch as he walks around picking up books and reading through them carefully, occasionally smiling, occasionally shaking his head in disapproval and putting the book down. It makes you happy to see that everyone really has been able to enjoy themselves. Italy is sleeping with his head in your lap and Japan is off to the side, still reading manga. Once again you’re struck by how much like a family the Axis has become for you. It makes you feel warm inside and you smile to yourself as you absentmindedly stroke Italy’s hair.
“Vell, it looks like eferyone is reaty to leafe now,” Germany murmurs, crouching down next to you.
You giggle. “Yeah, I think so,” you respond. “It’s getting late anyway.”
He nods and picks Italy up, slinging him over his shoulder like a big child before standing and offering you his free hand. You take it and allow him to help you to your feet. Japan notices the three of you and puts his manga away, getting up and coming over to you.
Without a word, the three of you walk outside and over to Germany’s car. Germany carefully puts the still sleeping Italy in and buckles him up before sitting down in the driver’s seat and cranking the engine. During the car ride, you watch as the sun starts to set.
~~~
After a quick dinner, everyone begins getting ready for bed. You and Germany are sitting in his office, he going over some last minute paperwork and you watching him. With the last bit done, he takes off his glasses and stretches his arms with a sigh. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling into him. “Thanks for today, Germany,” you murmur.
He kisses the top of your head. “It vas nosink. I am glat zat you enjoyet yourself,” he responds.
You giggle. “Yeah, it was nice being able to go out with all of you. It reminded me of being with my family.”
Germany pulls you onto his lap and wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “You miss zem, do not you?” he asks.
“A little bit,” you respond. “But you guys are like family now, too, so it’s alright.”
He’s quiet for a few moments. “If you neet to go bak or if you vant to, zen you kan. I do not vant you to go, but I do vant you to be happy,” he finally murmurs into your hair. “I know zat it is not zee same vis just us.”
You pull away and look up at Germany, studying his face. He looks a little sad, but resolved. He’s too good to me… “Germany,” you say quietly, placing the palms of your hands on his cheeks. “Who said anything about leaving? Sure, I miss my old world, but this is my home now. I’m not going anywhere.” You look deeply into his clear blue eyes, hoping you can somehow convey the depth of your emotion to him.
“(y/n)…,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You smile and touch your nose to his.
Glancing at you for a moment, he pulls away a little and tilts his head, catching your chin with his thumb and forefinger. You smile again and lean in to meet him in the middle. His kiss is soft and slow. He releases your chin and moves his hand to rest on the small of your back, gently applying pressure to pull you closer, to which you oblige. After a while, you pull back for air, but he quickly pulls you back in, a little more passionately this time. You feel him run his tongue against your bottom lip and, blushing, you open your mouth for him. His tongue enters your mouth, gently brushing against your own before caressing every other surface within. You moan softly into the kiss and bring your hands up to run through his hair. You revel in his closeness, in the reassuring feeling of his hands on your waist, the tenderness of his lips against yours. You love the way he tastes, something words alone can’t describe. You love how you feel like you’re drowning in his scent, in him.
You finally pull away to catch your breath, both of you panting and both of you blushing. “Ich liebe dich so, so sehr, (y/n),” Germany tells you softly, pressing one more kiss to your lips. The sensual purr of his accent makes you shiver.
“I love you too, Germany,” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and cuddling into his chest again.
You sit in silence once more, just enjoying time spent together, as Germany holds you. You feel drowsy and you know you’ll probably fall asleep soon, but you don’t mind. You feel comforted knowing that Germany will take care of you and, even if they’re not blood relatives, the Axis is still family, no matter what. Just before you fall asleep, a thought flashes through your mind. He really is too good to me…
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