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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Germany/North Italy (Hetalia) Characters: Germany (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), Greece (Hetalia), Sicily (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia) Additional Tags: Young Love, Alternate Universe - Human, Organized Crime, Gossip, Minor Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Homophobia, Slut Shaming, Flirting, Awkward Conversations, Arguing, Minor England/France (Hetalia), Minor Greece/Sicily (Hetalia), Grief/Mourning, Diplomacy, Fluff and Angst, Family Drama, Family Feels, Family Issues, First Kiss Summary:

No chess player considers the pieces on the board as individual. All the trained hawkeyes will see is strategy - pieces worth losing, pieces worth keeping, all to prevent their own downfall.

But what do the King and Knight whisper to each other once they're alone?

Or: Feliciano learns that 'privacy' has gone out of the window when half the European underground is personally and financially invested in your teenage crush.

[Set in my Human/Organized Crime AU 'Like Father Like Son']

I wrote a gerita fanfic for beloved Hetaari, so if you can stomach some OCs and yearn for Teenage Gerita finding solace from immense pressures in each other’s arms, then this is the fanfic for you.

(Big thanks to Ilich again for the proofread and also to Christina for getting the Greek vibes right)

#gerita #hetalia #hetalia fanfic #gerita fanfic #aph #hws #aph germany #hws germany #aph italy #hws italy #aph north italy #hws north italy #i ain't tagging all these other mfers #also i will say the romano in this feels quite old school but I think it is justified the man is about to explode #that is to say if you do love fanworks where roma is ready to throw hands with both the german and his own brother this may be for you.#he does it out of love #storie nostre #lutz #feli

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worldcakecakecake · 1 year

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The Society of Romulus and Remus

Ludwig is the product of a centuries old curse that transforms him into a dangerous werewolf. His only chance for a cure is with Feliciano, heir to the Society of Romulus and Remus, a group of hunters who hunt on the supernatural.

Yes, I know, it has taken a long time…as per usual as it had been. I have some news though, ones that will definitely change how I update from now on. So for the last months, I’ve actually been pregnant. It is a wanted baby, so yes, I’m very happy and excited about it. It’s scheduled to come this weekend and although I’ve had contractions and everything, I haven’t broken water and the contractions are still too far apart, but we’ll see if it’s ready and I’m ready for it. Does this mean I will stop writing? Hell na’, this kid will have to embarrassingly tell people its mom writes fanfiction. But with the baby coming soon, it does mean I will have …way more less time to write than what I have had lately. I haven't been able to lately as much because my boyfriend and I moved in together and were still organizing and preparing the apartment for us and the baby. But not to fear! Updates will come….as long as it takes them…either way, hope you enjoy this chapter.

Warning, there is NSFW

Chapter 16

Breakfast was brought to their room, yet another perk Ludwig was not used to and refused to partake in like some snobby tourist, deciding he could enjoy the time for some extra hours of sleep. Feliciano on the other hand…was used to this. Ludwig wasn’t able to continue in his rest hearing all the clanks of plates, cups and then Feliciano’s delight at whatever was presented. He groaned and sighed, accepting that it was time to wake up and see what the fuss was all about. He washed himself and got himself ready, presentable, something casual. Of course, if they were not hunting and especially if they were somewhere so public, they were not to wear their uniforms. Ludwig had to admit it was quite the relief to go through this part quicker, just a black shirt, black jeans…that was it. He proceeded to cross the hall over to Feliciano, praying and hoping he had some sort of piece of clothing on. At least he did, although just some shorts and a shirt that he must have hastily picked from his luggage just to answer to the server with some decency. He met him currently stuffing his face with a chocolate croissant, the brown cream all over his face, caught frozen and surprised at seeing Ludwig just come in like that. He swallowed, grabbed a napkin to clean himself and sat as appropriate as he should.

“Buon giorno,” he wished.

“Morgen,” Ludwig took a seat on the table he sat, relieved that there was still some food for him to take. He helped himself and Feliciano continued to eat, although calm, silent, somehow awkward.

What was so different this morning? They sometimes shared breakfasts just like these in the Society, way before they even started getting friendly with each other. Was it the new surroundings? The fact that it was just the both of them? Ludwig just decided by keeping to their usual and telling him his plan for the day.

“All right, since we're well up, that means we can already start. Yesterday afternoon I noticed that there were a lot of people in the city. When is the festa della sensa again?”

“This weekend, Saturday and Sunday.”

“Which means that we’ll have a hard time looking for them. Do you think they know about the festivities?”

“Mamma told me they love human festivals, especially ones that have to do with the sea. They try to see them when they can. I’m sure some groups will be willing to come. Mamma told me they learn to hide well so they can manage to be present.”

“So you really think we might see some?”

Feliciano nodded positively, “I’m sure of it! We just have to be attentive and careful.”

“Then let’s go ahead and start looking. There might be some who are inspecting the area or preparing it for others before they come for the festivities. Any ideas of particular places they could come here?”

Feliciano eagerly raised his arm, “I know just the spots.”

There was an excitement and smile to him that Ludwig already suspected was full of plans…that had nothing to do with mermaids.

And he was correct.

The day was used as a sightseeings tour for Feliciano. They went to all the main public places, large aggravating crowds pressing against one another, the only time of peace when Feliciano dragged them inside museums and churches. Yes, gorgeous, spectacular…but no clear vision to the canals for anything suspicious.

He had to admit…a lot of these places he hadn't been given the chance to visit, so indeed it was an opportunity to relax and witness such majestical art, proof of the riches the once Venetian Empire owned. Feliciano surprisingly knew a lot of these paintings, a lot of the history, as if he had painted or lived everything himself. Ludwig found himself intrigued, listening faithfully, even asking questions…only driving them further and further away for the intended purpose of the day.

Feliciano didn't mind the money he had to pay for food…grandpa’s money of course, only wanting to eat the best and Ludwig had to admit that he did exquisitely.

After a rather…enjoyed day, they spent the last of the evening by a dock watching as all the gondolas, boats and ferries passed them by in a scene and calm that Ludwig found utter perfection. He could breathe, relax…and still see if he could spot any mermaids…someone had to do something about the research. Feliciano was surprisingly silent and it was in his curiosity that he finally turned to see what he was doing. He had a black leather sketchbook opened, a pristine pencil in his grasp, lining and shading with meticalation. He was trying to do this exact view, beautiful, wonderful, Ludwig was left in obvious awe at how to perfection Feliciano had made the scene.

“That’s incredible,” he complimented, inching closer to have a better view of it.

Feliciano perked up only slightly, not minding it at all. “Oh!” He looked down to it unimpressed. “Thank you! I just had to do it, especially now with this really great lighting!” He smiled.

“I didn’t know you could draw.”

“I just barely have any time in the Society, but I do love doing it! I wish I could dedicate more time to it. To be honest…I just want to be a painter…” he then offered the sketchbook to Ludwig, acceptance in looking through, for him to witness all kinds of pieces that left him with new awe for each page.

There were a variety of different things that showcased how well Feliciano could draw anything that was offered for him. From flowers, buildings, items, imaginative creatures, animals, wondrous wolves and…people to anatomy perfection. He managed to find some sketches of himself…indeed during lessons, early, back when Feliciano still did not know about his transformations. He couldn't find it in him to scold…these were spectacular, taking his image in such likeliness that it was like staring at a mirror of the past.

“How did you learn to do all of this?”

“Well, I was trapped in a villa with nothing much to do but help my mother with her paintings. I saw her and just…did everything after her,” he shrugged like it was nothing.

He went through a couple more pages….thinking if he should commission something from him to keep for after he leaves. A little token to remember him by…somehow that saddened him a lot.

He took a sudden deep breath that was surprising to Feliciano. He gave him back his sketchbook, careful and treating it truly like a treasure or prize.

“You have an amazing talent, please keep working on it.”

Feliciano smiled back at him that heartstopping way that he was finding harder and harder to hide the blush from.

“I haven't seen anything,” Ludwig reminded.

“Neither did I.”

Ludwig wondered if he truly gave an effort, but let it pass with a sigh. “Then let’s head back to the hotel and call it a day.”

“The waiter this morning told me they would bring us pesto pasta tonight!” He was clearly excited, which gave him the jump to come up to him. “And for dessert, there’s chocolate-” the side of his eye caught something, a droplet, a movement, swift and picking up with a sense that was from a hidden part of himself that was the hunter. He turned completely to it, but all he saw was a new ripple in the water. Perhaps sudden movement from a boat, a fish or…

“Chocolate what?” Ludwig suddenly asked, bringing Feliciano back to what he had been doing.

“Uh…” Should he tell him? But there was nothing.. “Chocolate pudding! …I think…” he decided to simply follow Ludwig back to the hotel and not think about what could have been any longer.

The dinner was great, the chocolate pudding a treat that they did well to enjoy on the balcony facing the canal. Calm, beautiful, peaceful, only chatter interrupted, talks of far off places Ludwig had visited, the most annoying people in the Society and should they change that very old sign in the main square of the Society den. Laughs, enjoyment, Feliciano was in one of those moments where all he wanted to do was lay his head against his chest. The table did a good divide to halt such temptations. They saw as the sky darkened into night, and yet conversation continued in such a delightful way that Ludwig kept pushing what was supposed to be his own curfew. By the time he took a quick glance at his watch, the lateness was indeed much more than what he had expected, he realized that he had to cut this wonderful time short.

“We should be heading to bed.”

Feliciano showed his disappointment. “Do we really have to?”

“Yes. Tomorrow is another day that we have to use. We might be luckier and find something once were of better sorts.” He stood, bringing with him plates and glasses to put back in the cart for a waiter to pick up.

Feliciano pouted but had to sigh and settle with the routine of the night.

It hadn’t been that late, but enough for Ludwig to think that Feliciano should be dead asleep by then. He was still awake reading some reports on his phone, things that were going on in the Society and perhaps his next mission for when he returned. He was well tucked in bed, gel cleaned off, showered, sleeping tank top and pants on. Perhaps some more messages to read and then the phone would be off for the night. He was just in what he decided would be the last message when he received the visit.

Feliciano’s hair was already a mess from whatever sleep he had just taken, only an open white shirt and his bright red underwear…clear in the darkness.

“What is it?” Ludwig asked, not as perturbed as he thought he would be.

“Um…” Feliciano fidgeted with his hands, unsure of what to do with them to word what he wanted to say, this impulse and want that he just couldn't hold back in his room any longer. “Can I sleep with you?”

“Sure.”

Where did that come from? Why did he answer so readily to…such a question. Did either of them understand what they just asked and agreed to? Part of Ludwig thought it was innocent, perhaps he was scared, perhaps he was used to sleeping with his brother or grandfather or mother or something. But then there was the other way it could be interpreted… and if it was that…why? Why did he just…let him? He hadn’t remembered drinking anything alcoholic for dinner…was he poisoned? Hypnotized. Something must have gone wrong! He couldn’t just…he couldn’t just…Feliciano was already moving towards the bed, elated, confident…and now that Ludwig thought about it, he doubted he could fall asleep knowing he had…him…laying next to him. Those legs, that body, those arms, his hair, his eyes…all…maybe Feliciano would keep his space, a breath of relief as he locked his phone for the night. He didn’t have to worry about that, he smiled knowing he could just- that was too close. Feliciano practically glued to his side, taking his arm and already cuddling as if he was one of the pillows that laid under their heads. He already sighed and made himself comfortable as if he was next to any other…not his own…teacher. Ludwig twitched and tried to think of a way to deal with this. Yes, deal with this, he couldn’t just lay there and let him…do this to him.

“Feliciano…what are you doing?” He managed to ask.

“Laying next to you,” said with an obvious tone that he didn’t know how to reply to.

“Um…” he gripped his hands, turned to the other side, not wanting to continue to be captivated, still trying to find words, excuses. “Yo-you…you shouldnt be laying next to me like that.”

Feliciano turned pensive and Ludwig had given a mental cheer in getting him to finally understand.

“Is this better perhaps?” He swiftly turned his entire body until both his legs were on either side of him, this time all over him.

No…this was much worse and he had to- he suddenly sat up, having Feliciano well comfortable and tight on his lap. He didn’t know what impulse made him bring his hands to his waist, grounding him more into his sitting, into a connection of their groins that was not making the situation any better. They both reddened at the realization, obvious to both, a lock of their eyes, faces close to take every glimpse, every crevice of their structures, every breath felt, time frozen to them, the wind, the waters of the canal, all nothing compared to this moment.

“I…I…” what was he to say? What was he to do? Every careful, planned out idea was lost in some abyss in favor of the moment, of having Feliciano like…he had to be honest…dreamed of having him. On him, gazing like no one else mattered, king in their minds, intimate, close.

Their lips were there, plump and calling, the moonlight that came through making them shine that more and neither could resist it any longer.

Slow, serene as the city, they came close until their lips touched in innocent magic, soft and calm, a quick departure with hazed visions, trying to realize if it had been a dream or not.

No…it wasn't, yet the moment was as beautiful as it had been one.

Without caring of dreams, responsibilities, what they were, who they were, their lips crashed yet again, this time with ignited passion. They mended and let themselves taste and smack. Feliciano tightened the grasp of his arms around Ludwig, and Ludwig let his hand take a raising caress from the swoop of his hips, to his neck, until he could grab those curls to himself, harshened to make the kiss more intense, to pull Feliciano much more to him, grinding then, not being able to resist the quick other hand that went to take his rear. The moan Feliciano shared was of the most delightful, one that made him lick and bite for more, Feliciano gripping along with the harshness of nails. He found that the more enticing. Ludwig began to mark on his neck, the part of him that was territorial, that wanted all that body only for himself, twisting them until it was Feliciano who laid below him. He caged him and Feliciano did not mind it at all. He quickly brought them back to the glue of their lips, continuing their mend and moans and nothing seemed to break it this time. They kept it locked even as Feliciano released himself of the blouse, as Ludwig practically ripped apart those shorts, as Feliciano removed his own shirt, Ludwig having to help him with the removal of his own shorts.

Naked, every inch of their bodies against one another, Ludwig between him in a sudden freeze…wanting to gaze at Feliciano in all his wonderful bareness. The moonlight only showcased him as a gift, a bestowing that for a moment he wondered how he managed to deserve. He gazed down at him and ogled at softness, voluptuousness, skin in some areas beautifully plump, others thin and accenting him as a descendant of gods. All while Feliciano tried not to let himself faint at the utter power, muscle and strength all across him. Ludwig was powerful…and Feliciano wanted all of it, he was desperate, and not wanting more silence, brought his arms around him again and pulled him back to the feast of their lips, of fingers traversing, of their skin exploring more of each other through grinds and pushes. They hardened and they both rolled their eyes at the luck and perfection in their groins.

They wanted more, they wanted a peak. Neither bothered to think that they absolutely had no experience. It was somehow as if the moment had given them the knowledge, the light guiding, and Ludwig knew enough to check one of the drawers for any lube. They were lucky. It was a small bottle at the very back side along with some condoms. Ludwig wanted to be quick with them…before they brought back any sort of sense when he was riding on an absolute high of Feliciano. He instantly went to prepping him with his fingers, leaning over his mouth to hear those mewls clear, to know where to move, avoid hurting him and gaze to the heaven his face was. Something he must be doing right with the way Feliciano heightens, grips and begs for more in the shine of his eyes.

That’s it! He knows he’s ready.

He hovers over him as he prepares himself, as he dares his mind to think…but it seemed the wild part of his werewolf took over, for as he looked down at Feliciano, still in want and expecting, there was no way he could find something to deny this any longer. Careful, he managed to begin his initial plunge, already rolling his eyes at this great warmth, and Feliciano moaned, accepting it with great pleasure, just perfect, just wonderful. They remained in that freeze, just living that amazing first height, first wave of ecstasy, feeling levitated and forever lost to the world. They gazed into their eyes and for a moment…it was like magic, amazing and perfect, diving for another kiss as Ludwig began the first of his thrusts. Here they shouted, it intensified more with their continuous gazes and lock of lips, beginning a slow rhythm that was beautiful and comforting.

As Ludwig got more confident in the hold, he thrashed, he forced himself much harder, louder getting Feliciano’s shouts.

For a moment he feared they could be heard out into the canals, quickly gazing as if the very water could catch him and tell the news for the whole society to hear, but another shout from Feliciano brought him back to this delicacy, this wonder…and he just had to continue, an award for himself to enjoy and not wonder about anything else.

Another splendorous sunshine welcomed him the next morning. The chirp of the birds was somehow more splendid, the heat not as piercing and overall he just felt a new refresh along with the new day. Ludwig woke with an internal smile…that was rare. He was not bothered by the bright light, the shouts of tourists and gondoliers coming in from the opened window or the breeze that seemed to help him breathe, to awaken, stir and enjoy this new warmth in his bed.

Warmth…he was naked…he caught the scent of another, of…his eyes widened in shock, and there before him was Feliciano in his same state, still fast asleep. The way his hair fell on his face was spectacular, and with the added sun, it shone like a halo…beautiful and…oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ludwig suddenly sat up, horrified despite, the memory of last night filling and reminding, proof still in the very union of the bed they shared. He began to pull his hair, turning about hoping that this was just still…some really nice dream and when he awoke…he’d be alone and Feliciano would be in his own room. But the longer he stared, at Feliciano’s body only half covered…gorgeous still, the more real it was becoming, the sensations alive through his body, his breaths seeming to beg for more of that body. And no! No! No more, he couldn't let this keep going, he had to somehow…disinfect his whole body from this, pretend it didn't happen, that it was just- moans, movements, Feliciano was awakening. He panicked, shouted and even fell off the bed. It was just the shake to have Feliciano completely sitting up.

“Lu-Ludwig, are you all right?” He asked, seeming not at all bothered….about anything but simply that Ludwig was not on the bed anymore.

Ludwig sat up, messed and with piercing eyes, clearly shocked and disturbed. Feliciano instantly panicked and tried to come closer, reaching his arm to try and help. Ludwig, instead, threw a pillow at it and stood, picking his underwear from somewhere on the floor and putting them on.

“We-we…were late!” He tried to excuse, rushing to the bathroom, closing the door and creating quite a ruckus in the room that only brought more confusion to Feliciano. He sighed and thought to simply join him, but it was in that moment that he felt a sudden cramp…right by his waist and towards…he instead smiled at it. He blushed, and as if he was in crowded streets, he covered his redness, yet his grin escaped through it, almost like a full blown laugh that could be heard throughout if it wasn’t for the water running from Ludwig’s shower.

They did that…they did that last night…and it had been amazing, euphoric, a heightening that Feliciano had not been intending to witness. But he went through it, took all that passion and desire and well…as his grin became one of seduction and pleasure, he couldn’t wait for another chance.

He gazed to the bathroom door hoping for another retreat into Ludwig’s arms.

No…they did have to hurry.

Feliciano went to his own bathroom to prepare, with a jump expecting much from the day.

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#The Society of Romulus and Remus #gerita #gerita fanfiction #gerita fanfic #gerita fic

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 4 months

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Summary: WW2 AU. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits.

Author: George deValier

Note from submitter: Link is to a reupload/archive, as the original ff.net account was deleted somewhere around 2019. Probably the most famous/notorious Hetalia fic, written by much beloved fandom writer George deValier, as part of a larger WW2 AU known collectively as the Veraverse due to being based around songs by Vera Lynn. The mysterious account deletion after years of inactivity probably only added to the mythos. It was absolutely the kind of fic you'd find scattered references to in the most random corners of the internet back in the heyday of the Hetalia fandom, with all the dramatics you'd expect to follow.

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #tumblr polls #fanfiction #fandom poll #fanfic #fandom culture #internet culture #auf wiedersehen sweetheart #hetalia #GerIta #Spamano #USUK

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milkdreamspecialmix · 2 months

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i was thinking of the strip in which italy loses the iron cross given to him by germany today. it was a bit of a throwaway gag but the necklace always remained in a lot of fanart as a representation of their friendship and bond. i think it’s cute, but even italy losing the damn thing aside, it doesn’t have much of an appropriate application or use in modern day settings.

though the iron cross predates WWII and isn’t technically an offensive symbol on its own (i most commonly see it being used by punks and other self identifying anti-conformist subcultures) it’s also likely still used as a dog whistle in conjunction with other things. it just doesn’t work beyond WWII settings in my opinion.

i’ve thought that maybe modern-day germany could give italy a new necklace, removed from any symbology related to nationality or pacts/alliances and instead related to their own humanity and friendship. the regular cross/crucifix is an obvious choice, because it is commonly worn by men (catholic and otherwise) and can be an understated design. but it lacks a more personal meaning.

beyond that, germany sometimes lacks taste (tomato ring?? i mean it’s cute but like wtf) so we can only hope that maybe he bought something italy was already eyeing or got help from romano. perhaps he’d think it was too personal of a gift to give and instead opted for something like a rosary. he’s a sucker for acts of service and gift-giving, i feel like he just wants to adorn him in all sorts of pretty and/or practical things.

unless we’re talking about established gerita. i think germany would propose with a ring that compliments the undertones of italy’s skin, but wedding rings are an entirely separate can of worms. collars too.

#the fanfic titled un giorno per noi has an excellent take on gerita gift giving #it’s very cute #gerita #itager #aph italy #aph germany #my stuff #hws italy #hws germany #somewhat unrelated to jewelry but i’ve wanted to write a fic about them going to pride #something something germany comes out and italy makes him wear a cute enamel pin or one of those beaded mardi gras condom necklaces #headcannons

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iamnompuehuenu · 1 month

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I loved him to the point of invention

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Words: 2.000

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Germany, North Italy

Pairings: GerIta

He was such an idiot. Who? Why, Germany, of course. Everyone knew how much of an idiot Germany was for North Italy and how far he went for him. This time, it wasn’t the exception and if anything he felt he had really gone too far. Far as in “I loved him to the point of invention”.

GerIta Week 2024

Day 3: Ice cream | “I think you need a napkin.”

@geritaweek

#geritaweek #gerita #hetalia #hws germany #hws north italy #aph gerita #hws gerita #hetalia fanfiction #hws fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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mpregfrance · 6 months

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looking to branch out a bit and explore different pairings. i know i have stuff to update already and i do plan on updating them beforehand, dont worry the france whump will never stop! this would be a little while from now but i'm just trying to garner interest.

#my writing #fanfic #hetalia fanfiction #fanfiction #hetalia #cucan #gerita #engita #rusame #ozame #ukus #hetalia polls

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mexigum · 1 month

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Hello Tumblr,

I've once again come crawling back to ask for help finding a fanfiction... about Hetalia..

I might have a problem, a nostalgia problem

ANYWAYS! does anyone here know the name of that one Gerita and USUK fanfic where Italy ends up in a mental asylum for being gay during the 1940s/50s. And like, America works there as a doctor but he's secretly just as insane as his patients if not worse. Because he and England are just straight up serial killers who call themselves the "Message Man". I think Italy loses an eye to them at some point?

OH! And France runs the damn place as a priest of all things.

I read it a couple years back during middle school/first two years of highschool. I want to reread it but i don't remember the name and can't find it. :( and with the whole, authors going scorched earth and deleting all of their fics recently, I'm worried that it might be gone forever. I can't be the only one that remembers this fic, I could have sworn that it was really popular at the time.

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cherrybulbasaur · 1 month

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NEW CHERRYBULBASAUR GERITA FANFIC JUST DROPPED!

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #aph italy #aph north italy #aph gerita #aph germany #domestic #fluff #fanfic

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fumblingmusings · 8 months

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I read this fanfic today and the concept is amazing

https://archiveofourown.org/works/192893

In Hell, the Simultaneous Translators Are Swiss by Gramarye

The nations have lost their ability to communicate with each other in any language other than their official languages. Canada and Switzerland, as nations with multiple official languages, have been pressed into service as simultaneous translators for EU meetings. But how will they react when a desperate Italy begs for help to convey a message that he can no longer say on his own? (Germany/Italy, implied France/England)

I love fics where Vash is just going >:( the entire time. Like yes I will help you. But I will not enjoy it!

#thank you for the recommendation there must be some many gerita ones from the kink meme that I never read so i'm always glad when some #authors uploaded to ao3 or fanfic #q&a #gerita #fanfic

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fuckyeah-hetalia · 8 months

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Status: Complete

Summary:

In the winter of 1891, Prussia hosts a grand ball for his little sister in name of twenty years to the German Empire. Having turned eighteen the October prior, the ball serves mainly as Germany's official debutante to the world stage. It does not go well. [Fem!Germany centric.]

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 35,230

Creator: decoris

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Relationships: One sided France/Female Germany, Female Germany/North Italy, Germany/North Italy, Hinted Prussia/Hungary

Characters: Female Germany, Prussia, France, Liechtenstein, Belgium, Czech Republic, Ukraine, Monaco, Hungary, Belarus, North Italy

Tags: 19th Century, Unrequited Love, Minor Original Character(s), Prussia is kind of an asshe's trying his best, France isn't the bad guy, Germany is just hormonal, OOC Italy, Implied Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, OOC Germany because she's a teenager,Family Drama, Panic Attacks, German Siblings, Ballroom Dancing, Flirting, Coming of Age, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Period-Typical Sexism, Historical Hetalia, 1890s, Misunderstandings

#fanfic #nyo germany #aph north italy #aph france #aph prussia #aph hungary #aph liechtenstein #aph belgium #aph czech republic #aph ukraine #aph monaco #aph belarus #gerita #hetalia

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tuberose-bluebell · 2 years

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“Here on Holy Ground”

Fandom: Hetalia

Characters: North Italy | Feliciano Vargas, Germany | Ludwig Beilschmidt, Prussia | Gilbert Beilschmidt, Gilbird (he has one line but it’s important to me), Original Female Character

Tags: Catholic Guilt, Catholicism, Ex-Catholic Character(s), Religious Guilt, Catholic Prayers, Prayer, Adoration, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Veneziano and Prussia get to be Buddies, Platonic Pruita

Summary: Feliciano is feeling bad, but the church nearby is having an Adoration night. He decides to go. It doesn’t make him feel any better though.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41449596

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The Society Of Romulus And Remus

Chapter 15

And thus officially their schedule worked as so. Feliciano would pop into Ludwig’s library as if it was his own place, get comfortable, put his feet up…sometimes even take a nap in there…sometimes even when there was nothing to learn, nothing to practice on the terrace. Feliciano would come just for breaks, read, look through his collection, always something taking his interest and filling the day with questions to Ludwig. And Ludwig was not disturbed at all. He would greet him…lately in a kiss of cheeks that…he was still getting used to, recommending him books or items, no problem at all as he answered all his questions, chattering on either until dinner or late in the night.

Every morning, as Feliciano would wake up, the first thing to excite him was seeing his teacher, rushing to meet him…lately even arriving early to his classes…even when they were supervised ones. In these last few days…Feliciano found himself letting his gaze linger a little too much on Ludwig. His eyes followed him even as he caught just glimpses perhaps from the dining hall or when he was at one of his grandfather’s offices, staring down at his trail through the glasses as he made his way throughout the Society on whatever business he was attending to. He was beginning to find his tallness and robust body somehow protective and warming…dreaming of being drenched in those arms. His eyes intense, being capable of holding him in concentration. He dreamed of staring into them always, connected and lost forever to their depths. When his grandfather insisted his time on other things, Feliciano was angry and pouting the entire time wondering when he could go back to Ludwig, back to their space, their chats and whatever their time could omit.

Feliciano was beginning to get used to Ludwig’s transformations, sometimes even knowing when they were to come by seeing certain twitches. He had shown him the chamber with the charms that helped to contain it, he even saw it in the works one night where Ludwig couldn't go outside as quickly. But of course, this was not the common answer and there were times that Feliciano watched as Ludwig had no other choice but to bring his transformation to the far forest surrounding the base. He had lately taken to waiting for him by the gates, early or late as it could be, desperate and more than anything wanting to see him walking back, albeit tired and wasted, like he had just come out mauled by yet another pack of werewolves. Luckily, till now, they hadn't met another like the ones that had attacked Feliciano last time. And well…Ludwig was beginning to expect Feliciano there everytime he returned, an embrace, a welcome, a hold of hands that was kind of like a married couple. He was starting to get used to him in a way that he always wanted, someone always there no matter how he would arrive. Days he wasn’t there he felt empty, looking through every corner hoping Feliciano would pop out to surprise him. Even when he was just sitting in his library going through a book, Ludwig just wanted to hold his hand all the time, wanted to kiss those curls, wanted to hold his delicateness for himself and never let him leave this haven they have created.

Neither still wanted to address what exactly this sudden want meant. Whatever feelings they danced around and avoided as they would turn their heads away when they caught longing gazes.

There was this route through the surrounding forest of the society, safe, usually taken by many to relax or enjoy the fauna in the area. It was a lovely day, warm, perfect for the stroll Feliciano insisted they took.

“You know, your grandfather has been really impressed with your progress lately,” Ludwig wanted to mention, with a smile and of course pride, shown in the way he walked beside Feliciano.

And that was another thing, these compliments, simple, the expected from a teacher, but having Feliciano faltering, blushing and without words to say. “I mean…it’s pretty much the same we did before.” Nothing left an impression on him.

“Yet, they are so much more detailed, descriptive and knowledgeable…I can tell heavily that you actually care about what you’re being taught this time.”

“I kind of still don’t to be honest.”

Ludwig chuckled, “still, what’s so different this time?”

“Because I’m trying to help you. I really want to get rid of this curse and I want to do it the best way I can.”

“I admit you’re well reaching that…we might even get the curse broken earlier.” And Feliciano smiled high, this the best of the words he had heard. “And since we have time to spare…you’ve been cleared to make your first field assignment.”

Feliciano almost stopped the entire track. “Really? I thought I would only be allowed once I reached the next level.”

“Your grandfather has decided to make an exception, as a reward for your progress. He also says it might help you to go through the next level quicker.”

Feliciano scoffed, “as if I’m staying that long to do that.”

Ludwig has taken to chuckling when Feliciano mentions their plan of leaving as soon as the curse is broken.

“So what is the plan for this field assignment?” There was a jump in his voice, excitement, to fly as they reached the ending of this route. It was at a cliff, a spectacular view of a valley, the sky blue, shining upon it like a jewel they had just found as a reward for their walk.

Ludwig shrugged, “it’s all your pick. You decide the location, what exactly you want to hunt or research, even who you go with.”

“I thought you would automatically go with me…being my tutor and all.”

“Although I do have to guide you through the process, it doesn't necessarily mean you have to choose me as your partner. You could decide to go with your brother, or Gilbert, or Elizabeta, even Keron if you so wished.”

Feliciano grimaced with disgust at the mention of that name. He was slightly insulted that Ludwig would even suggest him.

“What? He’s an astounding hunter, one of the best in the Society, even your grandfather praises him.”

“But also exceptionally rude, disrespectful and even…disgusting.”

“Disgusting?”

“I don’t like the way he just plays around with people’s feelings. Taking whoever he wants without a care of how he hurts other people.”

The way Feliciano hurt, Ludwig thought, “um…have you…?”

Feliciano jumped in embarrassment, “no, no, of course not! He did ask me out once.”

For some reason, Ludwig got extremely irked about that, trying to hide it in a simple twitch.

“I denied it…and he got really angry.”

“Did he do anything to you?” He got protective.

“No. He just glared at me for a bit.”

“Has he tried anything else afterwards?”

“I think he wants to ask again, but I avoid him at every chance I get.”

Ludwig smiled and didn’t bother worrying about it longer.

“But…can I just choose you for the field mission?” He shyly asked.

Ludwig had to grip his own hands to avoid having a blush spread over. “Are you sure? I can be…pretty strict…and it is a trip you should enjoy.”

“Sometimes, but it’s not bad. I know I will have a lot of fun with you.” Feliciano gleamed at him with that smile and Ludwig was harshening the grip.

“It will be just the two of us. We might have to share a room and stick with one another for the entire thing.”

Feliciano shrugged, “I don’t mind. I want you.”

And at that phrase, he dared stare into Ludwig’s eyes, the blond caught in his lock, not daring to turn away from such a beautiful and even…seductive shine.

They both broke it apart before this creeping warmth tried to take them over again.

Ludwig cleared his throat, “then um…we should go back and start preparing for it.”

Feliciano went himself to tell his grandfather he had chosen Ludwig for the field assignment. He was surprised at first, having been expecting he would send him with Lovino. He didn’t mind though, thinking it a great opportunity actually…but when he talked about rooming…he mentioned he would get them separate rooms. Feliciano found it odd, but guessed it as a perk of being the grandson. Now it was a matter of choosing where and what exactly would they be researching or looking for. For that, Ludwig had welcomed him one day to the library with a whole stack of books, scrolls and pamphlets of recommendations and suggestions, the slam against the table rather startling for the smaller.

“All right, so,” he very professionally took out a notepad with a pen, surely having filled to the brim with all kinds of ideas. “I recommend we stay somewhere close to the Society, preferably not out of Europe. Places that I can suggest, Brussels, Prague, Geneva, Bath, Edinburgh-” he went on, the cities flying past Feliciano’s head as he reached for one of the many books in the stack…wanting to get his own idea. “-Verona, Bucharest, Bremen, Rome, Sevilla-”

“Can we go to Venice?” Feliciano interrupted.

It was the only time Ludwig had released his gaze from the notepad to actually look at him.

“Venice?”

“Yeah, is it possible?” Feliciano already seemed so sure.

“Why specifically?”

With the pause, Ludwig assumed Feliciano didn’t really have a reason that pertained to what this was actually supposed to be.

“I want to uh…” he looked around the room for some kind of idea, not really hiding it from Ludwig. “Research how close mermaids can get to human society,” he suddenly turned to Ludwig excitedly.

Ludwig clicked his tongue, trying to wonder how researching mermaids…and going to Venice…had anything to do with what they had been studying. His grandfather would surely be thinking the same thing.

“I repeat myself…why?”

And here Feliciano held onto his uniform, bit his tongue and looked around the room just as a scolded child. “I really…want to go to Venice.” He sounded nervous about it and Ludwig sighed not understanding it.

“Feliciano, you can really choose wherever you want to go. If it’s Venice, we can make it Venice, just know that it will be difficult convincing your grandfather about it…especially if there’s a personal reason on why you want to go.” He caught him. “Really…why do you want to go to Venice?”

It took a while for him to answer, looking around the room, surely for some other excuse that wasn’t the truth, but in the end, Feliciano knew he had to answer truthfully, taking a deep breath and just coming clean. “I’ve never been there,” he started, a surprise to Ludwig.

“I thought you were born there.”

“I was, but I was only there for a couple of months as a newborn before my parents decided we had to go into hiding in Tuscany. I haven’t been allowed to return since.”

Of course…sometimes he forgot that aspect of Feliciano’s life. Coming to the Society was probably the very first time he was allowed outside of the villa he had been living in since.

“...and soon it’s going to be Festa della Sensa and I…really want to go for that…” it was quite charming…how he asked, trying to hide the sure spark of excitement he felt for this.

Ludwig couldn’t refuse, couldn’t withstand. He sighed, “fine, we’ll do just that then.”

Feliciano wanted to shrill with happiness, hands together and moving back and forward, holding himself from jumping to the ceiling. Ludwig found it endearing.

“But why for mermaids?” It still seemed out of nowhere.

“It’s the only available excuse my grandfather could believe…without expecting much work. Mama loves them and spent a lot of time in the Society working with them and I think my grandfather would assume I did it because of her.”

“Hm,” Ludwig realized he was right.

“You honestly thought I would do something with werewolves?”

“To be honest, yes.”

Feliciano chuckled, coming…too close, raising a finger under his chin forcing the stare between one another that came. “I have enough with you, caro.” A smirk and like a spell it froze Ludwig in his place. Feliciano turned around and then took some chair to sit, legs raised, quickly getting himself into an artbook…as if nothing. Ludwig was still stuck, wide eyed, red and trying to decipher what just happened.

Did Feliciano…just flirt with him? Had he dared?...And had he embarrassed himself horribly by not giving any kind of reply. Could he even? With Feliciano…there were so many signs, warnings practically blaring at him not to dare.

Augusto Valenti’s grandson, one of the heirs to the Society, the man in charge of breaking his curse, five years difference…he was his teacher for god’s sake.

No, no, no, no, no, no, he turned around and forced himself to focus on whatever preparations he needed to work on and not be swayed by the smirk on his student or the wonderfully lean of his legs.

They were really daring by going on this trip alone.

Augusto had accepted their request.

A date and accommodations had been placed and Feliciano was eagerly counting down. An excitement he showed and shared to Kiku and Mathew, having just finished packing and eager to leave that instant.

“-we’re supposed to be writing a report on mermaids, but we won’t be doing much of that. We’re going to see the city and enjoy the festival and maybe take a gondola ride or we rent a boat and maybe we can even go to Murano-”

“That all sounds…pretty romantic,” Kiku smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I have to agree with Kiku on this. Sounds like the perfect getaway for you and your handsome…werewolf thing,” Mathew teased.

Feliciano blushed, turning away, “no, no, it’s not like that at all! It’s-it’s…just a research trip…” but he sounded like he himself was doubting it.

“You sure? I mean, you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with him, your relationship has improved to the point that you rarely come to specifically visit us,” Kiku leaned.

“And we’ve seen the way you both are between one another when you’re here…absolutely taken and like nothing else exists.”

Feliciano was blushing so hard he couldn’t even answer, puffing and trying to word something with his arms and hands. “It’s…It’s…”

The other two began to laugh.

“It’s nothing! It’s nothing! Nothing is going to happen!”

“The two of you alone in Venice? I’m definitely expecting something to happen!”

Feliciano had no way to defend himself, he settled with rolling his eyes and stomping away from the terrace.

It was early, usual hours Ludwig was already awake for but the rest of the Society surely remained in their slumber. He knew it was hours that Feliciano was groggy for and he was expecting him to come to the meeting point dragged and ready to fall asleep on the ground if he felt like it. To his surprise, he came practically skipping, his grandfather by his side sharing the same smile, eager, only a meager rolled suitcase for the adventure. Their car ride still hasn't arrived, but Ludwig knew that any minute now it would come rolling expecting instant boarding.

“Ah, I see everyone is ready then!” Augusto seemed as excited as if he was coming along. Ludwig nodded and couldn’t escape the smile to see Feliciano so bubbly and expecting. For a moment, Augusto’s smile soured at this, only to be interrupted by the headlights that came.

There came a member, leaving the car right by them, handing over the keys to Ludwig before they settled off elsewhere after this specific morning duty.

Feliciano shrilled, “ciao, Nonno! Ti voglio bene!”

“Write or call if absolutely anything! Take care, caro.” They held and kissed cheeks adoringly. Feliciano then hurried for the passenger seat, still with so much energy and jumpiness Ludwig thought he would tip the car over with it.

“Please watch over him, protect him at whatever cost.”

“Will do, sir.” There was no doubt about that.

“And Ludwig, please,” here he held to his arm, tight, an intense glare directed straight at him, one Ludwig failed to escape from. “Control yourself.” Nothing more. He let go and gave the space for Ludwig to join Feliciano in the car.

Feliciano put on his headphones and played some music, leaning into his seat to surely nap the sleep he couldn't this morning. Ludwig let him, settling on some public radio, good to keep strengthening his Italian or just hear news about what was going on.

As they made their way, one meant to be only two hours, Ludwig focused on what Augusto had last told him.

Control yourself.

He was trying to decipher what exactly he meant by it. Either it was about his werewolf transformations, maybe the money he was given, maybe not do too much frivolous things in Venice, or maybe…that’s when turned to Feliciano…sound asleep, turned towards him, soft curls falling on his face in a perfect frame, his pink lips seeming to shine and call, peaceful, a body calm and serene. His eyes lingered too long on him…he dared gaze down his body and he bit his lips at the images that suddenly came to his mind.

No!

He turned his head back on the road, forbidding himself from looking at him again.

Get it together! Control yourself! Nothing was going to happen…nothing was going to happen!

The morning was beautiful, barely any presence at such an early hour. They left the car parked at the harbor, taking a ferry that left them right by St. Mark square. Already Feliciano’s eyes glued to everything, barely moving as he tried to take it all in, trying to believe that it was all real, that it was there, the heat on him and the sights as if belonging to him.

This was not Ludwig’s first time here, one of the many times being when he came looking for Feliciano five years ago. Although yes, Venice was beautiful and always a pleasure to visit, it did not hold that enchantment from long ago.

He looked at his watch and then the email with all the information concerning where they were going to stay and realized they could check in at this time. Perfect. The name was ‘Al Ponte Antico’, not familiar, but he didn’t think it would be that hard to find.

“Feliciano, we have to-” he instantly panicked when he didn’t find him right by his side. “Feliciano!” He instantly called, spinning like a mad man looking for any trace of him. He took a breath of relief when he saw him just staring at a kiosk selling flimsy carnival masks for tourists. Sure, they looked beautiful, enough to have Feliciano staring, but they weren’t exactly the real thing. He reminded himself to actually take him to a place where they actually make and sell authentic ones…but not right now.

“Come on,” he settled by grabbing his arm and pulling him down the square, Feliciano awning and going on with splendor and majesty. Through small alleyways, bridges that went over picturesque canals, colored beautiful buildings and restaurants that begged him to come inside.

He didn't seem to understand yet how pricey these could be.

To Ludwig’s surprise, they spotted the Ponte di Realto…and their hotel was right by it. Feliciano only got more excited while Ludwig had to take constant double takes to make sure that they were getting close. Augusto had never sent him to stay so close to a national monument…usually he would stay at the mainland or some far off corner no one bothered coming to. When he saw the entrance to the hotel, Feliciano running in eagerness, he stayed behind making sure that he saw the address and name as it was written in the email.

This looked…much more fancier than the usual. He came in, looking reluctant, letting Feliciano explore the lobby while he went to the desk. His name was recognized in the system…he was handed everything without issue…he stayed some extra minutes only waiting for them to say that there was something wrong…but that never came.

Yes…they were actually staying in this place. He was slightly terrified to see their room.

He signaled Feliciano to come along with him, going up a pristine set of stairs, their room one of the top ones, secluded. Ludwig opened the door to their assigned room, already a hall of riches and art that had Feliciano shouting and running inside to take it to better detail, Ludwig was still stuck as if something was blocking him from entering. He took hesitant steps inside, worried that any would break apart the finery and years of this floor.

The hall divided two rooms, both with canopy beds of old. Ludwig wondered if he would dare touch that…if he would even sleep in it. It was a decent size, with the typical Venetian flower print on the walls and vases. There were statues and an old mahogany table, wine was already offered and then from the light Ludwig spotted a balcony. He went over, impressed at its largeness and the magnificent view to the grand canal. He heard rushing steps, Feliciano suddenly by his side, eyes widened more than they had been.

He gasped, “you have this view! I’m jealous!” Feliciano went ahead and took one of the seats there.

Ludwig wanted to mention that they could just switch rooms if he wanted, but this was all too much to take at the moment and settled instead with taking a seat along him, relaxing and…thinking.

This was the first time he was giving his own room when it came to doing a mission with other people. There was once where he had to share a single room with three people…being a gentleman and deciding to take the couch. It hadn't been comfortable but he really didn’t want to disturb anyone…especially not knowing when he could transform.

Rooms were never this elaborate…this luxurious…and private. Why was this time so- he only had to look beside him to see the answer clearly.

Of course…amato caro nipotino.

He sighed and just settled with…the holiday this would surely be.

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riikotanicon · 2 years

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vi. (Junho 2022) ࿏ Capa para "Amor tem gosto de chocolate", por Cyannamoon✧'₊

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As Cecchetti taught •ㅤ ONE-SHOT

Former ballet star teacher Veneziano meets ballet student Ludwig who is in awe as a long-time fan.

I am a ballet nerd.

It is one of my special interests since i was a child (thank you, Barbie Swan Lake) and naturally as someone who is currently hyperfixating on Hetalia, GerIta and my undying love for Veneziano, just one fanfic isn't enough! Swan King might be my most loved fic (I still gotta finish the first extra, I just forgor), and while I do love the fantasy and fairytale theme of it, I've been currently dying to write something more modern and more ballet-centric,, GerIta, of course! I probably won't make it a proper fic anytime soon bc I have a lot on my plate already and even now I am currently writing something else, but i wanted to leave it out for the world,, ♡( ◡‿◡ )

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Words: 7,811

Chapters: 1/1

Characters: Germany, North Italy, Liechtenstein, Belarus, Russia, Seychelles, Hungary, Belgium

Pairings: GerIta

In which ballet dancer Ludwig chases after Feliciano, a retired but young dancing star who became a teacher after his career abruptly ended. Searching for answers, he becomes even more enthralled by the melody hummed en pointe.

Based on my desperate need for ballet-centric stories

Ballet AU

One-shot that was supposed to be a drabble but I got too carried away God help me

The other characters are mostly cameos

Maybe someday I'll expand on it...

Not Beta Read

English is not my first language

#gerita #aph gerita #ballet au #oneshot #hetalia #hws gerita #hetalia fanfiction #hws fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

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