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This fanfiction was written for the writing community Syllables of Time.



Title: Allow me
Author: mattomero
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters / Couple : Germany / North Italy.
Rating: PG
Prompt: 7. Let
Word Count: 401
Warnings: Shounen-ai .
Disclaimer: The characters described here belong author, Hidekazu Himaruya.

Notes:
1. The characters created by Himaruya are merely personifications of the various nations of the world, if it may offend you ... look for another reading. XD
2. Again these characters possess its name "human" but, in the case of Italy (split into two characters by the author, South Italy and North Italy - to emphasize how many centuries for our two "sides" have remained divided ), there is more of a name to which you can refer to. Northern Italy is shown by Himaruya (and soul of Hetalia) as Venice Italy, while his real name is Feliciano Vargas.

Allow me

"I do not think it's time to stop?"

Germany's voice comes softer, beneath the layers of sheets and blankets his bed.
"Not yet," he says, just as muffled grunt.
other side of the barricade soft, Ludwig began to be weary of this hide and capricious.
"It's late," warns him, severe, "You must hurry."
"Let the Right."
German, interdict, is silent for a moment, without really understanding the meaning of that whisper.
"What ...?"
Without warning, Feliciano pulls down the wall of cotton and flannel in pastel colors, with surprise that that effect is unaware of being able to create, and their hands are already touching , could hardly do otherwise.
"In your mind." He whispers sweet that he could die. "Let the Right."

Ludwig not responding - is still trying to decode his words and savor the sound - but happy smiles, and his thoughts about , become confused and rather strange, warm and shy and are reduced to a useless pulp, stumbling and producing a sound Wallop! echoing in a distant corner of his mind.
Suddenly, you'd think that that's one morning with absolutely no sense, as well as the request of Venice, and the beauty is that he can not say or do anything to prevent that, as usual, that silly send him any jelly in the mental faculties remained.
And in fact all that mutters, little decoration, is: "Italy ...?".

For once, no screens and no explanation from pouring out of himself, Germany feels stupid at least double what the other nation may seem, while you observe the fingers - the mirror symmetry of her - and suddenly aware that that hand is so small that its might just swallow it. Italy

But, again perky and cheerful, more than ever, does not allow him to continue with these speculations.
"Two heads are better than a set by myself!" This slogan suggests that, happy as a clam and for no apparent reason.

Or rather, there is a reason - and Ludwig suspected his identity.
Since it is able to understand, in a sense, the simplest words that hide behind the artifact speech that Feliciano has only tried to reach out.
is likely to mean, more or less, something like There'm here, you know? It's about time you knew it. You are not alone, I mean.

Yes .. something.