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Hetalia fanfiction: Pasta and Hearts
By: Blind Wizard Date: July 1, 2014, 4:50 pm
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It's a surprise what this story is about~
Don't blame me if you read it and don't like it...
#Post#: 14083--------------------------------------------------
Re: Pasta and Hearts
By: Blind Wizard Date: July 1, 2014, 4:51 pm
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Italy grinned, happily looking at his friend Germany. "Hey,
hey Germany, why don't we go and make pasta?" He suggested.
Germany sighed. "Nein. Sorry Italy. I have an important
meeting." He said while slicking his hair back. "Oh~ Do I get to
come with you?" "No!" He quickly said, Italy jumped a little by
him yelling out so suddenly. "O-okay then Germany."
With that Germany left the Axis's base. "Hmm...I wonder if I
should follow Germany so I can surprise him! Then we'll make
pasta!" Italy followed Germany without him noticing...but got
distracted when he saw a place that served pasta. "No. I'm going
to make pasta with Germany later on. There's no need for this~"
He looked around confused. "Aw, I lost him. Oh well! Might as
well go back to the base and wait for him!" Italy was about to
go back to the base, until he turned around seeing Germany
kissing a girl. "Germany?" He whispered to himself in shock. He
had a crush on his German friend...but he found him...kissing a
girl. He felt himself clench his hands, and gritting his teeth.
"So i'm not good enough for you huh?" Italy left to go back to
the Axis's base.
Germany came back to the base, seeming happier and a bit
carefree. "Ciao, Germany!" Italy said hugging Germany once he
went through the door. "How was your meeting"? Germany shrugged.
"It was the same as usual." Italy grabbed Germany's hand. "Hey!
Lets make pasta Germany~"
"Fine, I am in a good mood, so I guess that i'll make some pasta
with you." Italy grinned widely, that it almost seemed a
bit...creepy. "It'll be the most delicious pasta ever, since
Germany is going to help me!" Italy skipped to the kitchen,
Germany followed behind him. "I'm so happy that you're helping
me Germany." Italy grabbed something from the counter. "You're
going to be so much help!" Italy turned around and stabbed
Germany in the stomach with a knife. Germany's eyes went wide in
shock. How could Italy do this? Why would he do this? "I-Italy?"
Germany said in shock. Italy grabbed the sides of Germany's
head, making him look down into his eyes. "I want your heart. It
belongs to me. Not that girl." Germany was losing all of his
blood. He collapsed onto the ground. "This is only the beggining
of making pasta, Germany!" The Italian bent down to the Germany,
taking the knife out of his stomach and directing the point to
Germany's eyes. "Such beautiful eyes, and I bet they'll taste
great in the pasta~" Italy dug the knife into Germany's eyes,
and he screamed out in pain. "Italy. Why are you doing this?"
Italy stroked Germany's hair. "Didn't I tell you? We're going to
make pasta." Italy ripped Germany's eyes out of their sockets,
blood leaked out of where his eyes were suppose to be. He was
screaming in pain. Italy giggled. "Germany is crying! You're so
happy that you're crying, Germany!" He lifted up Germany's hand.
"Ten beautiful fingers to put into the pasta." With one swing of
the knife, Italy chopped off four of Germany's fingers. "Italy!
Stop!!" Italy giggled again, and only continued, chopping off
Germany's thumb, then moved to his next hand, swung the knife
and all the rest of his fingers went chop. Germany screamed
again, his screams getting louder from all the pain. "You're so
funny Germany." Italy started to cut open Germany's stomach.
Once he finished, he pulled out some of the flesh. Germany was
starting to feel numb, his screaming stopped, and he started to
close his eyes. "Oh! Are you already giving up on making pasta
with me Germany? I still need one thing for after I eat the
pasta though~!" Germany didn't say anything, he just layed down,
bleeding, and numb. Italy started to cut open Germany's chest,
he saw the pumping muscle. "Oh~ I found Germany's heart!" Italy
ripped it out, in an instant, Germany was gone. Italy put all
of the flesh that he ripped out of Germany onto a plate, and put
the heart onto a seperate plate.
He ate the flesh, his mouth all bloody, he grinned. "This tastes
so good~" Once Italy finished, he put the plate with the heart
in front of him. "Now time to eat this all up~!" Italy lifted
the fork up in the air, ready to stab it into the heart until he
heard a familar voice. "Italy." The Italian almost jumped out of
the chair he was sitting in, until he felt a sharp pain in his
back. "G-Germany?" Everything was getting blurry, Italy slowly
started to close his eyes. "Your heart is mine."
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