Jealousy

The start

It was a normal day. Italy was walking around a German army camp because he came to visit his husband for a few months. He found a small path along the training area and ran along it. Germany was busy with paperwork so he could see Italy at the moment. As Italy ran along he found a soldier walking along the path as well.

"Hey," Italy said. He wanted to talk to someone since his lover couldn't be with him.

The soldier was confused at first as to why an Italian who wasn't part of the German military was there, but responded anyway. "Hello."

Italy smiled. "Hey, how are you?"

"I'm doing well. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? You don't seem to be soldier."

"Ve~ I'm here to visit someone for a few months." Italy kept smiling glad that he could get the German to respond. He was a little taller than Italy with dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. He was pale and looked strong, but not as strong as Germany. "What's your name?"

"Dave, your's?" The German was confused by the Ve from Italy, but didn't question it.

"My name is Feliciano, but you can call me Feli. Tell me something about yourself." His curl bobbed up and down happily.

He's cute thought Dave. "Okay Feli," Italy smiled at the use of his nickname, "well I'm new to this camp and just became a soldier. I was told that I was supposed to meet our nation personification later today."

"Ve~ that sounds fun."

The German blushed. "Hey would you like to meet up again some-"

"Feliciano!" They both jumped at the sound of Germany's strong voice.

Germany walked towards them. "I finished my paperwork so we can hang out for a few hours before I have to go to training."

"Yay," Italy turned back to Dave," bye Dave, see again soon." Italy grabbed Germany and ran back to where they were staying.

"Wait," Dave tried to call back but Italy was already gone. " I didn't get the chance to ask him out. Maybe I can next time I see him."

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"Who was that?" Germany asked. He could tell he was a soldier from his uniform and assumed he was new since he hadn't seen him before.

Italy giggled. " He was just someone who I met while walking around. His name is Dave."

Germany didn't like the way he saw him looking at Italy. He looked like a love sick teenager. Italy was his husband and no one was aloud to look at him like that but him. Germany would never show it to Italy, but he was jealous.