For Germany, I'll DIEEEET! [1/?]
anonymous
May 31 2009, 11:29:19 UTC
this prompt called out for a fill, because I was tipping this to my friend and my imagination went on a trip to hell. So this is the result. First part of... well, not many, though. Hope OP likes!--- Start of Fail fill
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Why do I get the impression that it's not that Italy's fat, it's that he's pregnant?
"“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Italy started sobbing pitifully, clutching at Germany’s shoulders and propping himself up to a sitting position (on Germany’s chest). “I’m faaaaaaaaaaat! And now Germany won’t want me anymore! And he hateeees meeee! Bwaaaaa!”
Some part of Ludwig’s mind prayed god Romano was still with Spain… somewhere far from there. Very far.
“Ah… Italy… I…” he tried to find words of comfort for the other nation, fully aware of the reproaching glares of France and China and the shock of some others. “I don’t hate you… I could never… I was just…”"
For Germany, I'll DIEEEET! [2/?]
anonymous
May 31 2009, 13:13:24 UTC
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And now, Germany had to deal with a pouty, moody Italian.
Who had refused to eat anything since his public announce of wanting to diet.
“Feliciano, you don’t have to-”
“I have to!” serious eyes turned to him and Italy marched up so he could look at him. “I’m hideous! Fat! And for Germany I have to be my best! Because I love Germany more than I love pasta!”
Germany was moved by the earnest words and hugged Italy close, kissing him on the lips. “But Italy, there is no need to stop eating completely just so you can lose weight… you just have to… not eat as much pasta anymore, and you do enough activities to help without-”
Feliciano kissed the side of Ludwig’s mouth. “I know how much activity we do together, Ludwig” he smiled at Germany’s blush “But I want to do this
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"“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Italy started sobbing pitifully, clutching at Germany’s shoulders and propping himself up to a sitting position (on Germany’s chest). “I’m faaaaaaaaaaat! And now Germany won’t want me anymore! And he hateeees meeee! Bwaaaaa!”
Some part of Ludwig’s mind prayed god Romano was still with Spain… somewhere far from there. Very far.
“Ah… Italy… I…” he tried to find words of comfort for the other nation, fully aware of the reproaching glares of France and China and the shock of some others. “I don’t hate you… I could never… I was just…”"
THIS WILL FOREVER STAY WITH ME!!! LOL!! XD!!!
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And now, Germany had to deal with a pouty, moody Italian.
Who had refused to eat anything since his public announce of wanting to diet.
“Feliciano, you don’t have to-”
“I have to!” serious eyes turned to him and Italy marched up so he could look at him. “I’m hideous! Fat! And for Germany I have to be my best! Because I love Germany more than I love pasta!”
Germany was moved by the earnest words and hugged Italy close, kissing him on the lips. “But Italy, there is no need to stop eating completely just so you can lose weight… you just have to… not eat as much pasta anymore, and you do enough activities to help without-”
Feliciano kissed the side of Ludwig’s mouth. “I know how much activity we do together, Ludwig” he smiled at Germany’s blush “But I want to do this ( ... )
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