Alrighty, so...This just came from a spur of the moment kind of thing...I was honestly not expecting it to be this short...Oh well...

Axis Powers Hetalia

GerIta

Copyright: NOT MINE. Mein gott, I wish it was.

Dear Diary,

Today, I worked on paperwork. For once, I wasn't disturbed by Italy. I was a bit curious, but he'll probably show up later.

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

Italy never showed up. He's most likely at his brother's house. Prussia got drunk again. He told me he was planning to have someone write his autobiography (does it count if someone else writes it for him?), saying he was so completely and utterly awesome that it appalled him no one had done it sooner.

Still worried about Italy.

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

Still no sign of him. I tried calling, but no one picked up. For some reason, I feel anxious.

Where is he...?

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

Where the hell is he? Verdammt...Italy still hasn't shown up. I may not like his...rather loud self, but he was-is my friend. I honestly don't know what to do. My boss hasn't said a word on the matter, so it can't be anything political. Is he sick?

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

Bruder is saying I look unwell. I most likely do, but he's not looking any better. At this point, I'm ashamed to say I'm too tired to care. Italy's still gone. I...I...

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

My boss told me what happened with Italy. He and his brother are now with the Allies. I feel sick every morning, and it gets worse every day. Bruder looks bad as well. I feel worse now, knowing Italy has...has what, betrayed me? ...I don't know...There's a...heaviness in my chest when I think of the Italian. I just...

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

Japan attacked one of America's harbours. He told me he had informed America ahead of time of the attack, but it must have been lost. America was furious. Allies are closing in now. My boss is worried-I can tell. What has happened? This war, it's...

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

I've surrendered. The Füehrer is dead.

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

The trials have started. So many condemned men... I finally saw Italy after so long. He looked...deflated. Depressed. When he looked at me, I saw guilt. I knew he was sorry. I knew he regretted, not betraying my boss, but betraying me. I knew that, if he could, he would have rushed over to me and cried and hugged me. I don't know what I feel...

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

My country has been better, slowly working its way up. There's a tension between America and Russia. I don't think thing's will turn out well.

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

The USSR and America have entered a 'Cold War'.

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

The Berlin Wall's been erected, severing any contact I could have with Bruder.

Italy came that day. He watched with me as they built the newer concrete wall. He held my hand. I'll never tell him this, but that was the greatest comfort. I think he already knew.

~Ludwig

Dear Diary,

It has been years since that war (I can call it nothing but). The Berlin Wall is finally down. I saw Bruder for the first time in many years. It was...I...There was just so much relief, I cried. Italy has been with me since the beginning of the wall, and I am grateful for it. We've gotten closer. So close, in fact, I plan to ask him to marry me. Everything is finally looking up. I am...happy.

~Ludwig

Germany put down his pen with a sigh, leaning back in his chair. Stretching his arm, he closed the book and placed it in one of his top drawers. He had kept the desk he used so many years ago, and it sat, still intact.

Looking up, he saw Italy leaning against the doorway, two cups of steaming coffee in his hands, eyes laughing in warm amusement. Standing with a grunt, he pushed his chair in and sauntered over to the brunette. He smiled as he drew closer, planting a small kiss on his companion's lips. Together, they walked out.

Maybe I'll propose to him tonight.

~Fin