[fic] Guess Who's Back, Back Again?
Title: Guess Who's Back, Back Again?
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romano, Italy, Germany, hint of GerIta.
Rating: G/K.
Word Count: 358
A/N: A short silly little thing inspired by Eurovision and Italy's 2nd place position. Hope you like. :) There may be a few more forthcoming, inspired by other countries.
"Damn it! We go away for fourteen years and this is our reward?!" Romano didn't seem the type to take Eurovision seriously, but judging by his furious, red-faced expression, he had. Next to him Veneciano lolled around, plunking at the piano one of his country men had so recently been playing on stage.
"We got second place, ve? That's really good, especially considering how long it's been!" Italy had been more concerned that he'd simply gotten out of shape for it, that he and his countrymen didn't have what it took to get back in after Romano had made them quit in such a fuss. Still, he couldn't hide his own disappointment entirely.
"It's all that potato bastard's fault!" Romano's hands were gesturing wildly as he stalked back and forth, and he apparently decided that kicking the piano was a good measure. The brothers spent the next few minutes shouting for a nurse and trying to get Romano's swelling foot down. With his brother off to seek medical treatment, Italy was left alone, picking occasional notes from his piano. Or at least he assumed he was, right up until Germany stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh! Hello Germany!" Italy greeted, though his voice held a little less of his usual cheer. Germany nodded stiffly, standing awkwardly by until Italy shifted over to accommodate him on the stool.
"You deserved it more than she did," said Germany, staring at the ivory keys in front of him. He felt guilty now, having given his 12 points to Austria over the vibrant Italians, but such was democracy.
"Well, there's always next year! I'm thinking of doing something with pasta, Germany, what do you think about..." The Italian found himself cut off.
"I'm... I'm glad you're back, Italy." Germany was looking over at him now, his own cheeks red and eyes shining with sincerity, and Italy was glad the gesture hadn't been lost on him. He'd come back so he could be there, in Germany, with Germany.
"I'm glad to be back."
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romano, Italy, Germany, hint of GerIta.
Rating: G/K.
Word Count: 358
A/N: A short silly little thing inspired by Eurovision and Italy's 2nd place position. Hope you like. :) There may be a few more forthcoming, inspired by other countries.
"Damn it! We go away for fourteen years and this is our reward?!" Romano didn't seem the type to take Eurovision seriously, but judging by his furious, red-faced expression, he had. Next to him Veneciano lolled around, plunking at the piano one of his country men had so recently been playing on stage.
"We got second place, ve? That's really good, especially considering how long it's been!" Italy had been more concerned that he'd simply gotten out of shape for it, that he and his countrymen didn't have what it took to get back in after Romano had made them quit in such a fuss. Still, he couldn't hide his own disappointment entirely.
"It's all that potato bastard's fault!" Romano's hands were gesturing wildly as he stalked back and forth, and he apparently decided that kicking the piano was a good measure. The brothers spent the next few minutes shouting for a nurse and trying to get Romano's swelling foot down. With his brother off to seek medical treatment, Italy was left alone, picking occasional notes from his piano. Or at least he assumed he was, right up until Germany stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh! Hello Germany!" Italy greeted, though his voice held a little less of his usual cheer. Germany nodded stiffly, standing awkwardly by until Italy shifted over to accommodate him on the stool.
"You deserved it more than she did," said Germany, staring at the ivory keys in front of him. He felt guilty now, having given his 12 points to Austria over the vibrant Italians, but such was democracy.
"Well, there's always next year! I'm thinking of doing something with pasta, Germany, what do you think about..." The Italian found himself cut off.
"I'm... I'm glad you're back, Italy." Germany was looking over at him now, his own cheeks red and eyes shining with sincerity, and Italy was glad the gesture hadn't been lost on him. He'd come back so he could be there, in Germany, with Germany.
"I'm glad to be back."