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Now the penny has sunk in for me, Germany has really always been alone and will be for longer
This is a snippet of a long one-shot I’m writing, imagining what would have happened if Germany was definitely not HRE and in fact now a day there were 3 Germanic brothers: Prussia, HRE and Germany (I’m NOT trying to be historically accurate here by any means). HRE would have gone back to Italy, and Germany would have met Italy as “his brother boyfriend”.
“Good Morning Germany” a musical, energetic voice grated against his ears, and Germany winced as he walked in the kitchen, realising the only other nation already awake in the house was North Italy.
Unusual, as the Italian was usually the last one up when he slept over.
Italy seemed to be cooking breakfast. The entire kitchen had a mouthwatering smell of croissants, there was a jar of Nutella on the counter, and the Southern European Nation was working on some scrambled eggs.
“Good Morning Italy” He replied politely, trying his best to not show how much he regretted walking in the kitchen at that very moment.
“Would you like some eggs?” Italy asked, adding what looked like bacon (Pancetta his brain corrected him, Italians do not eat bacon) to the eggs.
Germany wanted to say no, and was about to, when his stomach made a loud grumble. The food smelled amazing. Italy was not a perfectionist in many things, but damn he could cook anything.
Italy laughed at the sound. Musically, wonderfully, lifting his amber eyes to meet Germany’s light blue ones. A beautiful smile lit up his whole face. Germany immediately moved his gaze away from him. He could feel his cheeks starting to redden.
Italy did not wait for an answer, and quickly grabbed a plate from the kitchen cabinets to serve the German some eggs. Somehow he even pulled out freshly squeezed apple juice. “My favorite” Germany thought bitterly. He hated how the Italian knew him so well. But how could he not? He practically lived at their place.
“Here we go” Italy pushed a plate of perfectly scrambled eggs with pancetta and cheese, a piece of fresh baked bread and a glass of apple juice towards him.
Germany sat by the marble kitchen counter, eyes still avoiding the Italian at all cost.
“Danke schön” he murmured, starting to eat. Delicious.
“Why are you up so early?” He asked, sounding more accusatory than he meant to. Italy did not seem to mind his tone.
“Your brother has been working so hard this past month. He has been so busy managing all the EU meetings and the upcoming Holiday events… I wanted to spoil him on his first day off” Italy replied sweetly, turning on the heat under the coffee moka. “I’ll bring him his favorite breakfast in bed to start the day right”
Germany felt his own throat tighten, and he drank the apple juice quickly to think of any answer. “That’s…” He struggled for words “… nice” he concluded uncertainly. Gosh was he always this lame in the morning? “I hope so” Italy beamed, like he just complimented him with great enthusiasm rather than the monotone he used instead. The moka whistled. Italy poured 3 cups of espresso, putting one next to Germany’s apple juice.
“Well I’m off! Have a great run” Italy wished him warmly, pulling out the croissants from the oven and setting all the ready food on a platter before starting to head out of the kitchen.
Germany did not reply, but let his gaze linger on the retreating form of the Italian.
Really those short pyjama pants did nothing to hide his lean, long legs.
Lean, long legs that were walking straight to his brother’s bedroom…
He swallowed a piece of bread, feeling himself blush again and forcing his gaze back to the eggs.
He was not hungry anymore. Let me know what you think. PS- English is NOT my first language. I welcome all grammar correction as long as you’re polite about it ;)