Castaway Germany x Italy

"Germany! Germany! Look what I found!" Italy held up a conch up to Germany's face.

"Italy! Stop being a lazy nuisance and work!" Germany fumed at the small man. Pulling away, Italy looked at the colorful conch and found his reflection staring right at him. Before Italy could respond, Germany was already talking to Japan. Although they had been stuck on the island for a day, Japan and Germany were in survival mode.

Italy felt like he could barely talk to Germany anymore without a cruel snap back. Looking back on all of their memories together, Italy realized that Germany never really felt a strong friendship between the two. Perhaps, their friendship was just a ruse so that way Germany could use Italy and the other way around. But what was there to use? A shadow seemed to loom over Italy even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Would it be better for Germany if I wasn't here? Italy pondered the thought and wanted to believe that wasn't the answer. However, no matter what he did, Germany always ended up angry with him. With a light ve under his breath, Italy walked into the humid, lonely jungle.

After Germany had built a makeshift shelter, he went to go report back to Japan and Italy. The whole time he had been working on it, he had thought only about what he had said to Italy. When Germany thought about it more, he could feel his heart sink. Germany didn't truly mean it, he just thought it would give Italy a push to help them get some progress for their survival on the island. Italy has always been a trouble for Germany, but he didn't mean anything mean when he would say something like, "Get back to work Italy!" or "We don't have time for that."

"I've finished the other two shelters, Germany. Anything else you need done?" Japan stiffly said. Surprised, Germany jumped a bit and turned to Japan.

"Good job. Uh, you and Italy go look for some fruit while I prepare a smoke signal," Germany ordered. As he stood up, he saw Japan looking around and confused. "Is there a problem Japan? Or are you already looking for fruit?" Japan shook his head no.

"Have you seen Italy? I haven't seen him for a while now," Japan silently muttered.

Italy? Gone? Where could he have gone off to? Germany thought as he quickly sprinted off into the jungle.

"G-Germany?!" Japan's yell faded as Germany rushed past vines and trees.

"Italy?" Germany screamed as he stopped to catch his breath. "Italy, where are you?" Panting, he felt his heart break slowly and painfully. He waited for a smiling Italy to come running through with a bowl of pasta in his hands. However, that wasn't the case. There was no Italy, no smile, and no pasta. Instead of wasting his stamina for probably an easy find, Germany walked through the rain forest. Pushing vines out of his face and swatting flies had been a routine for Germany for what felt like an hour.

Italy felt like he was being watched by monsters. He wanted to call out for Germany, but that would probably annoy him more. Suddenly, a rustle came from behind him. Something was running, and fast too. Quickly, Italy ran for his life, screaming as he went. A nearby Germany heard him and sprinted towards the scream.

As Italy ran, he felt as if he was going to collapse from exhaustion. Although he was a pro at running away, Italy couldn't out run whatever was chasing after him. Face first, Italy fell to the ground. The "monster" that was chasing after him, flipped him over. When Germany saw Italy's eyes fill with tears, his heart ached. Italy wiped his face with his arm. The face of Germany made his eyes even more watery. He didn't want to see Germany, not when he was weak like this. Instead of a furious yell, Germany hugged Italy with a tight squeeze. Germany could feel Italy's warm tears on his shoulder. Pulling back, Germany held Italy's face.

"G-Germany? You're not mad are you?" Italy pulled away.

"Of course not, you silly Italian. If anything, I couldn't bear realizing my friend had disappeared. I thought I would never see you again," Germany nervously admitted with a small smile. Quickly, Italy stole a kiss from Germany.

"Germany, I want to see that smile on your face more. Promise me you'll smile more?" Italy smiled at him. Blushing, Germany nodded with a grin and gave him a final kiss. Italy was expecting more but Germany got up and offered his hand to Italy.

Italy was a castaway in love.