AnotherWriterWhoWrites (firealchemist18) wrote in hetalia,
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Fic Ballare chapter 3

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.

Chapter 1: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/9785587.html
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/9819820.html



Time passed. The war raged on continuingly throughout Europe and Asia. Germany became more and more occupied with the going on of her homeland and what needed to be done.

But also that increased the need to get away to somewhere else even for a single night.

That’s what Romano kept saying to himself as he prepared the guest room for Germany once more. And that was the only reason he kept offering his home. Because that was quite literally the only place she was able to go to where she didn’t have to hide a single thing.

And the only reason that he was letting her stay was because he was a gentleman. That was the only reason. Not because he had started to look forward to those nights where it was just him and Germany. Under one roof. With no one else in the house.

He tried to stop the blush starting to cover his face as he quickly straightened the bed sheets and threw on the blankets and pillows.

He didn’t know when he started to look forward to these nights when Germany would come over. They would either go out again or they would cook something together. After they ate regardless if it was at his house or at a restaurant they would dance. Most of the time Romano had to teach her the dance when they did a new one and sometimes she started to lead the dance. There was a startling thought in all of this.

He didn’t mind a single minute of it.

He didn’t mind that he would have to patiently teach her everything. He didn’t mind that she spoke German, and refused to acknowledge the little voice in his head telling him to learn at least some basic phrases in that language. He didn’t mind when she tried to lead those dances. He didn’t mind any of it.

There was something that he did mind though.

Something weird was happening to him. Now whenever he saw Germany, it didn’t matter if she was in her male persona or female persona, his heart would start to beat faster and his stomach would turn itself inside out with knots. The last few times he had to hold himself back from hugging her or even kissing the back of her hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he glanced at the bedroom once more and gave a nod.

Everything seemed in order. Now to simply check on the dinner he was going to surprise Germany with.
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After dinner. After the next dance lesson. They had somehow found themselves on top of Romano’s roof, looking at the stars, and simply talking about anything they felt like.

“The way my brother acts some of the time.” she was saying. “It’s almost like he wants the others to find out I‘m a girl.”

“I‘m sure it’s not that bad.”

“Pulling down, or at least trying to, my pants, groping me where some nonexistent genitalia is, and doing all sorts of inappropriate things is bad Lovino.”

She suddenly gave him a look. “Did you really wear a dress when you were younger?”

Romano blushed. “Wait! How did you…”

She grinned. “Prussia told me. Really? A dress?”

“Sh-shut up!”

“I mean I never even wore a dress in my life.”

“I said shut up!”

“Or what?”

“Or…or…”

Germany smiled once more but gratefully changed the subject. “Have you ever been to Japan?”

“The country or have I ever talked to him?”

“The country. It’s so nice there. And the people are so respectful.” she said. “I had to go there a few times including the time when we agreed to be allies and it was so wonderful there. A different kind of beauty that I am used to. You should go there.”

“Maybe one day we can go together.” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Germany laughed. “Maybe. I have to go there in a few months anyway, you can come with me.”

Romano slowly nodded. “I think I would like that.”

Germany lay back on the roof and stared at the stars. She slowly raised her hand and pointed to a cluster. “I recognize that one, its Orion.”

Romano glanced at the stars himself and squinted his eyes. “Where?”

She pointed once again. “See those three bright stars? That makes up his belt. You just have to connect the lines.”

Tilting his head to the side Romano did see it, slightly. This time he raised his hand. “That one is Sirius.”

“The brightest star in the sky. There’s the little dipper.”

“The big dipper.”

“Ursa Major.”

“Ursa Minor.”

“I think that one is Draco, can’t be too sure of it though.”

“Um can’t help you with that one. Is that Bellatrix or Nymphodora?”

“Um neither. I think that’s Regulus.”

“Oh. I thought Regulus was over there.”

“You’re thinking of Scorpius.”

“Didn’t know you knew so much about stars.”

“I was really interested at one point in my life. When I‘m interested in something I tend to go a bit overboard with learning more about it.”

Silence, however a comfortable silence, fell once again.

Romano glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. She was wearing a pair of pants that were slightly worn enough to be comfortable, she had told him that she got all her pants and shirts privately tailored so that they hid her true figure. She hadn’t bothered to gel back her hair and it now lay freely.

“Have you ever thought of growing your hair out?” he asked. Lately around her the words have been exploding out of his mouth without letting him think about them.

Germany started slightly and ran her hand through her hair. “I have thought about it a few times but I have always decided not to, I would too much like a girl for comfort.”

“Some male nations have long hair.”

She nodded. “I know, according to Prussia our grandfather had long hair as well. I‘ll grow it out one day, when I let the entire world know I‘m a girl.”

“You think that day will ever come?”

“Maybe yes, maybe no. No one knows what the future holds Lovino.”

Morning comes too soon. Lovino is stretching and yawning as he walked towards the kitchen ready to make either some pancakes or eggs.

He passes Germany’s room and opens the door. The question of what she wants for breakfast is ready on his lips.

The room is empty. Her suitcase is gone. Her bed is made as if no one had ever slept in it.

She had most likely left in the middle of the night, maybe even after they had talked on the roof.

Feeling slightly empty he closes the door behind him and continues to the kitchen in silence.

Breakfast was a silent and lonely affair.
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He couldn’t go to her. It would bring up too much suspicion if he one day avoided her like the plague and the other he was looking for her. So he had to wait a week until they would be able to talk.

There was a knock on his door.

He sticks out his head from the kitchen and calls “It’s open.”

The door opens and reveals a military-clad Germany.

She unbuttoned her jacket and threw down her suitcase. It was obvious that she was angry. She kept muttering random German words under her breath.

“You okay?” he asked wiping his hands on his apron as he stepped out of the kitchen.

She glanced up at him scowl in place. “Your brother. Sometimes. I cannot stand him.”

And like that all the anger he had from last week from her leaving in the middle of the night with saying goodbye disappeared.

“How so?” he asked trying not to seem to giddy.

“You want me to list everything or just the main things?”

“Which one do you want the most?”

“Well if I list everything then that’s all we‘re going to be able to do this weekend.” she said shrugging out of her jacket.

Romano hid a smile before turning back to her and said “I‘m all ears.”

“Well first of all his constant need for siestas. Everywhere no matter what. I caught him napping three feet away from the border where the enemy was stationed for crying out loud!”

“He is almost constantly naked, it’s worse than France at some points! I was having a meeting with my boss and he barges in without a single stitch of clothes on. In front of my boss!”

“Then his ability to fall into the most simple of traps. He got caught by America, England, and France. In one day. And they sent him back. And he still got caught again!”

“Our trainings as well. I‘m trying to toughen him up a little bit. So he wouldn’t so scrawny and maybe he would be able to fight back. Or at least something! Instead he runs off in the middle of training, sometimes doesn’t even show up, and I don’t even know what else!”

Germany sighs and sits down on his couch. “I just don’t think he understands that we are in the middle of a war. Nothing I say can get through to that thick skull through all that pasta and lord knows what else he has stuck in there.”

Germany sighed again and leaned back into the couch. She pressed her hands over her eyes. “I honestly don’t know what I am going to do with your brother, he is driving my insane. And I didn’t even get to the crawling into my bed in the middle of the night naked.”

“He actually does that?”

“Mm hmm. First time I woke up in the middle of the night and felt someone in my bed I grabbed my gun and started to shoot until I ran out of bullets. And then I heard him crying and pleading for his life.”

Germany sighed and slumped forward. “All in all. It has been a very interesting week.”

Romano nodded and took another look her face. Bags were clear under her eyes.

“Have you been getting any sleep at all lately?”

“Some.”

Romano took a deep breath. “We have all weekend. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. After that forget our dance lesson, you need the sleep.”

Germany shook her head. “It’s alright, I‘m used to it.”

Romano crossed his arms. “My house, my rules.”

Germany stared at him for a moment before tilting her head back and laughing. Romano fought a smile himself.

“That’s a new one.” she said. “Hearing you give an order like that.”

“I have my moments.”

“I‘ll say.” she was still smiling. “Alright then, in honor of the fact that it is your house I will listen to you. But don’t get used to that alright soldier?”

Romano gave her a salute. “Yes ma‘m.”

“Sir.”

“Yes sir.”

Still fighting a smile Romano walked back to his kitchen, followed by Germany. Now in a somewhat familiar routine Romano continued cooking and Germany set the table.

He glanced at Germany secretly. He watched as she smiled slightly as she set the table.

That was weird. His stomach was doing those somersaults again.

She caught his gaze and smiled at him.

And now the usual triple flips.
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He had decided to surprise her. He had bought her a new suit, which he had tailored himself like her other clothes. A nice and somewhat expensive suit that he hoped she liked.

She did have conferences to go to and some of those parties their bosses liked to throw; she needed to dress nicely after all.

He opened the door to her room quietly and stepped in. Luckily the floor was covered in carpets so his footsteps didn’t make a single sound.

He gently placed the suit on a chair in the room, she would see it he was certain.

He turned back to the door ready to leave.

Movement in the bed caught his eye.

Before he knew what he was doing he walked to the bed and looked at Germany.

She was so…relaxed he noted as he gazed at her. She relaxed slightly when they danced or ate but here she was complexly relaxed.

She slept curled up he also noted. Her knees were brought to her chest. One of her hands was under the pillow and the other was lying on top of the pillow close to her. She was cocooned in the blankets.

Before he even realized it his own face had relaxed and he was smiling slightly at her.

He touched his face with the tips of his fingers. When was the last time he had smiled?

He glanced once more at Germany, for some reason he started to blush.

He walked out the room. Time to get some professional help with this.
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Spain looked up from the basket of tomatoes he had been harvesting and grinned.

“Roma! It’s been a while since you came to see Me.” he said happily.

Romano nodded before taking the other end of the basket and helping the other man carry it into the house.

Spain looked surprised but pleased at the help as they carried all the baskets into the house.

Once they were done Spain looked at Romano. “Thanks for helping me Roma.”

“Whatever bastard.”

“Now then, what do you need help with?”

Romano sputtered, how did Spain read him so easily. “What makes you think that I need your help with something?”

“Well let’s see. First of all you came here, that never happens unless you want to talk about something. You helped me bring in the tomatoes, another thing that I don’t think you’ve done since you were a kid. And you have that look on your face ‘I-need-to-talk-to-someone-but-I-don’t-want-to-seem-like-I-like-anyone-like-a-friend-so-I-have-no-idea-what-to-do’ look on your face. And last but not least I raised you and I know everything about you.”

Spain finished counting off on his fingers and smiled at his old charge.

“Now why don’t you tell Boss all about it?”

Romano chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and contemplated his options. Seeing nothing else he sighed and said “Lately…something weird’s been happening.”

“Weird how?” Spain asked as he prepared tea.

“Well…” he could talk about this with Spain right? The man raised him. He could trust him.

He took a deep breath and continued. “Well lately…my stomach has been tying itself into knots over and over again. And I get these really weird urges sometimes.”

“If I didn’t know any better I would say you were going through puberty.”

“Spain this is serious.” Romano nearly snarled.

Spain held his hands up. “Okay, okay. I apologize. Please. Go on.”

Romano took another deep breath. “Like I said. All these weird feelings and everything, my mind is upside down and I have no idea what to do.”

Spain glanced over his shoulder. “Do these feelings come up when you’re around another person?”

“Yeah they do.”

“Who?”

“I‘m not telling you that you bastard!”

Spain held his hands up again. “Fine, fine. Please. Continue.”

Romano threw another glare at him before sighing and saying “And lately when I‘m around that person I feel…heck I don’t even know what I feel! Its just all mashed up like…I don’t even know what!”

Spain was grinning Romano saw. He narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

Spain put down the teabags and stepped forward to Romano. He then took the others hands into his. “Roma.”

“What you bastard?”

“I think…you’re in love!” he nearly sang out.

“I‘M IN WHAT?!”

Feliciano looked up from the pot of pasta he had been stirring in surprise. He had been cooking dinner at Germany’s house while he was finishing some paperwork his boss needed.

“Ve. What was that Germany?” he asked.

Germany had looked up from his work in surprise as well and looked around. He then walked to the window and stuck his head outside and looked around once more.

“I have no idea Italy.” he said shrugging.
Tags: -germany, -italy north (veneziano), -italy south (romano), -spain, fan: fic
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