First Hetalia fic, second published fic.

It's summer and with the fire prevention month and all, the idea just popped into my head. XDD

I don't own Hetalia. :P Wish I did though. :))

Germany left Italy at the house that morning, since he had more business to take care of than usual. He trusted the ditzy man could be left alone in one place without creating much damage. The Italian would probably cook pasta the whole day. What was there to worry about?

He was at work, writing letters to various nations about the upcoming world meeting when he received a rare phone call from Romano.

"Hello, Germany speaking."

"Hey, potato bastard! Listen to me for just one mi-"

"Romano, if you have nothing to do but insult me and tell me to lay my hand off your brother, I suggest you put down the phone."

"Fine. Feliciano's house is on fire. Goodbye."

"Wait! Wha-"

Click. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Not thinking twice about the work he still had to do he grabbed his keys and made his way to the garage. He backed out quickly, hitting a trash bin as he did so.

Germany floored the accelerator of his car, teeth gnashing together as he sped towards Italy's house. He turned a corner, narrowly missing a surprised Hungary who cursed loudly as he drove by.

He arrived at the house to see firemen all around, trying to put out the flames licking its walls. His eyes widened in horror, as he frantically looked around him to see if Italy was already rescued and safe. Running towards the ambulance, he saw only idle nurses waiting for the firemen to bring someone out of the fire. He grabbed the chief fireman and shook him hard.

"WHERE IS HE?" Germany screamed at the scared-looking man. "WHERE IS ITALY?"

The man shook in his grasp. "W-w-we didn't s-see anyone c-come out, s-s-sir."

Germany threw the man to the ground. "You're supposed to be going inside and getting them out you fucking idiots!!"

He left the man on the grass. It took him 2 seconds to decide what to do. He grabbed a passing fireman, took off the fire-proof jacket and put it on himself. Then, he doused himself with a bucket of water.

Ignoring the warnings of the firemen, he entered the burning house.

Immediately, he was engulfed in smoke. He got down on his hands and knees and made his way to the place Italy was sure to be: the kitchen.

Being the trained man he was, he quickly navigated through the burning rooms and avoided the falling debris. He turned at the corner and found himself near the source of the fire.

The stove was releasing flames: Italy had turned up the gas too much. Speaking of Italy, he was lying on the ground, part of his face charred. He was coughing slightly and he had trouble breathing.

Not thinking twice, Germany grabbed hold of the man and lifted him, holding the backs of his knees in one arm and supporting his back in the other.

"I-italia… why did you do this?" he asked as he made his way back through the burning maze.

Italy coughed. His eyes opened by a fraction. His voice was faint. "I… was making pa-pasta… for Do-doitsu…."

Germany tried his best to keep the tears out of his eyes. Finally, he made it out of the house engulfed in flames. He looked at the man he was carrying.

"Doitsu… you saved me.." Italy smiled. "You were at work and you came here and saved me…"

"Doitsu cares…" he said before closing his eyes and falling asleep, tired from the events.

Germany couldn't help but smile at the smaller man.

"Of course I care, I-Feliciano. Of course I care…"

Aww.. how cheesy. :))

I suck at writing don't I.. T.T

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