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Don't Say It -Part 1-

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"Hey! --------!"

A clear high voice rang out from the grassy hill. Germany, who had been kneeling and staring at some wild flowers looked up and turned to see where the voice had come from.

"--------!"

Rang the voice again.

He scanned the grassy field behind him and soon saw a small girl dressed in a light green dress with a bright clean apron running towards him. She stopped in front of him, her reddish-brown hair slightly messy from running and a small curl sticking out from the left side of her head. She smiled at Germany.

"I'm so glad I found you, --------," she said happily.

It was strange. He knew the girl was saying his name, but for some reason it was muted out.

"What are you doing here?" the girl asked.

Suddenly, for some reason, he felt some heat rise up in his cheeks and his heart start beating a little faster. Germany was confused at these changes and wondered if perhaps it was because of the small child in front of him. But why would a person cause these changes?

"Ah, nothing!" he said. What was wrong with his voice? It sounded a lot higher than it was supposed to be.

"Oh, I see. So you mind if I join you then?" the girl asked him.

Germany felt his cheeks heat up more as his unusually high voice stuttered, "N-no! I d-don't mind..."

"Yay!" she exclaimed happily as she took a seat next to him. "The flowers here are always so pretty," she said while looking at the blossoming petals with a kind smile.

"Yeah... Hey, -----," Strange. Her name was muted as well. "why won't you join up with me?" he asked, face down and twirling a single blade of grass between his pointer finger and thumb.

"Because..." she started, "Grandpa told me not to..."

"-----!" he shouted, standing up. "Can't you see that I –"

He was cut off by a large gust of wind that blew away his voice along with many loose flower petals and dragged the scene away with them.

Germany closed his eyes and held his arm up to protect his eyes from the strong wind, but when he opened them again the scene had completely changed to something else. He was still in a grassy field, but this time he was sitting across from his older brother Prussia with some toy soldiers between them.

Germany remembered this scene from when he was younger and just started being a nation. It was one of his oldest memories.

He and his older brother had been sitting in the field for a while and the toy soldiers were strewn all over the place, some on their sides and others still standing. It was Prussia's own personal way of teaching his younger brother battle tactics.

"Hah! Beat you again! You need to brush up on your skills, little bruder!" Prussia gloated, followed by that strange sound he called a laugh.

"Well, maybe if you weren't so hard on me, maybe I could actually win," Germany retorted. Again, his voice was noticeably higher, but not as high as last time.

"Ah, but where would the point be in that? You need to learn these things so that you can grow up big and strong like your awesome older bruder," he said with a rather smug look on his face.

"I know..." Germany said, looking away slightly depressed.

Prussia took note of this and said, "Tell you what, you play one more game with me and I'll treat you to some of my special wurst."

Germany's face lit right up. "Really? You're on!" he declared and began setting up his soldiers again.

"Bruder?" Germany called.

Prussia looked up from his own soldiers. "Ja?"

"I love you."

"... Ja, me, too. But remember, you can only say that to me. Got it?"

"Ja, I got it."

Another breeze blew but Germany was too occupied with the toy soldiers to cover his eyes this time. The colours were blown away with the wind and the scene soon faded to black.

--

Germany's eyes fluttered open when he finally woke up from his dreams. He sat up on his cot and took a look around, remembering that he was in a military tent and that he was in the middle of a war. The early morning light from outside lit up his ten which held his cot, military bag and his rifle. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and pulled his legs out from his sleeping bag then checked his watch. Six in the morning, huh? he thought. He stretched out his arms and stood up and began pulling on his military uniform that had been hanging neatly on his tent wall.

After making sure everything was perfect with his uniform and his tent was tidy, he stepped out of his tent to find most of his army already awake. He walked through the camp saying good morning to those who saluted him as he walked past. He picked up his portion of breakfast from the servers which was just some bread served with some wurst. After taking a seat, he began chewing through the slightly stale bread and started to wonder about the dreams he had the night before.

Why did he have the dreams he did? Who was that girl in the green dress and why did he react the way he did? It felt as if he knew her somehow, but he couldn't recall her anywhere in his memories. And he prided himself on his memory. It was strange to him that he would see a memory like dream when he was sure he had no memories like it. And why that memory of his brother right after? He had never questioned why his brother had told him not to say "I love you" to someone else. He just merely followed what his brother said. Even now, he is still sure not to say those words to anyone else. Not that he'd felt the need to anyways.

He soon gave up trying to figure out his dreams and dropped off his empty plate with the washers and made his way over to the captain's tent. Once over there, he pushed open the flap to see the captain and a few other high ranking military men leaning over a table with a map of Europe on it with little figured dotted all over it.

The captain looked up and smiled at Germany. "Ah, Guten Morgen, Fatherland. Come on over and join in the discussion."

"Yes, sir." Germany replied and walked over the map. A number of small red figured were placed in a small group at the border of Italy that showed where their current location was. "What's the course of action for today?"

"We're planning on invading Italy."

"I see..." Italy was a country that was originally part of their alliance but switched sides and was now their enemy. Rumour had it that England had promised Italy land if they won the war. Germany wasn't about to let the enemy win even if one of his allies had switched sides. Germany had never personally met the nation, but he was sure that he would be trouble.

"If we could send a scout ahead to assess the situation that would be great. But who would we send?"

"Don't we have some soldiers we can send?"

"Yes, but those Italian can be very tricky. We need someone we know we can trust."

"Hmmm..."

"I could be the scout," Germany offered.

"But you're the Fatherland. We can't afford to lose you."

"They don't know who I am. And I'm fairly confident I could escape with ease."

"I suppose..." The captain turned the thought over in his head for a moment. "Alright. Go get yourself ready and meet me at the edge of camp in ten minutes."

"Yes, sir!" Germany said saluting then went off to gather the necessary supplies from his tent.

--

About an hour later, Germany found himself within Italian territory. He had been walking around for a while, yet hadn't come across any soldiers. It was so strange. He wasn't sure why, but he had picked up a stick a while back. Perhaps because it was something he could use a little bit of extra defence. He surveyed the area he currently occupied and sighed. There wasn't anyone in sight.

Wait a second. There was someone behind a bush to the right of him. He held up his stick and carefully approached the bush, ready to whack the person over the head to knock him out then tie him up.

However, before he got close enough, he saw a head poke up from behind the bush. Germany was ready to charge at the man, but he merely screamed, threw his hands up in the air and ran away shouting "Don't shoot meeeee!"

Stunned, Germany blinked a few times in astonishment. The man had been wearing an Italian military uniform. Was he a deserter? Germany shrugged off the weird event and continued on his way.

Germany normally wouldn't have worried about a single deserter, but the same type of event kept on happening. Every Italian he came across ran away at the sight of him. He was getting utterly confused. Was the whole Italian army like this? Surely not! Italy was the descendent of the great Roman Empire after all.

He walked some more, pushing through some bushes and looking around until once again, he was stopped once again right in his tracks. Right there, in the middle of the forest was a crate with the word 'tomato' written on it.

Confused at the strange sight, he walked up to the box. "What's a box of tomatoes doing out here?" he asked the air as he tapped the box with his stick. A voice shouted from the box which cause Germany to take a step back in surprise.

"H- hello there! I am a tomato box fairy! I'm here to be your friend! Let's play together!" the crate shouted.

Germany was broken out of his shock and took hold of the crate. "It sounds like there's someone in here!" he said, trying to pull the lid off.

"No there isn't! Please don't open it!"

"Damn, it's heavy!" Germany grunted. The box was too heavy to be just tomatoes. There had to be a person in it.

"What good would it do you to open me up!?" the box pleaded.

"Show me... Your identity!" Germany grunted again, trying to pry the lid off the heavy crate with his hands. He could feel the top begin to give away and start coming off from the rest of it. Suddenly, the whole thing just popped off and Germany fell backwards from the force he was using to pull it off. He cringed from landing on his back and quickly sat up and looked at who had jumped up from inside the box.

His eyes went wide from what he saw for a moment.

He had seen the small girl from his dream.
I'm soooooo sorry it took so long to get this out!
I was so busy this week and kept on getting distracted and I'm sorry it's not as well written as the prologue >_<

But, here it is!
I have the whole plot written out and yes! This is a GerIta fanfic!
They are too cute a couple >w<

Anyways, please enjoy it!

Feedback is loved~

Prologue: [link]
Part 2: To be written


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daisyperez0954's avatar
Was that really true? Italy switched sides? I didn't find that in my history book...