ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
“Germany, will you teach me German?” Italy asked Germany, who was sitting at his desk organizing papers.
“What do you want to learn?” He asked, slightly confused as to why he wanted to learn German.
“Whatever you will teach me!” Italy said, already thinking of pasta.
“The days of the week in order from Sunday to Saturday are Sonntag, Montag, Dienstag, Mittwoch, Donnerstag, Freitag, and Samstag.” Italy tried to pronounce them the same as Germany, but his accent prevented him from doing so. “Let’s try something easier…hello is hallo.”
“Hallo~Germany~!”
“Very good. The numbers in order from one to ten are eins, zwei, drei, vier, fuent, sechs--”
“Sex?!”
“Sechs.”
“Sex is a number?!”
“S-E-C-H-S is six.”
“Oooooh, that makes sense now, I thought you were talking about--”
“Sieben is seven, rcht is eight, neun is nine, and zohn is ten.”
“What are the colors?”
“Grau is gray, blau is blue, rosa is pink, rot is red, gelb is yellow, grun is green, orange is orange, and lila is purple.”
“I like the color rot!”
“It’s pronounced ‘rot’.”
“I said rot.”
“Rot!”
“I’ve been saying rot!”
“Say rotate.”
“…Rotate?”
“Now say rotate without ‘ate’ at the end.”
“Rot.”
“That’s it.”
“Teach me something else.” There was a certain something Italy wanted to learn, but he didn’t really want to ask….yet, at least.
“Was ist dein liebling sport? Is ‘what is your favorite sport?’”
“Soccer!”
“Was ist dein leibing farbe is ‘what is your favorite color?’ Don’t answer that.” Germany said, seeing Italy’s face light up at another chance to annoy him. “Is there anything else you want to learn?”
“What is ‘it hurts?’”
Germany looked sternly at Italy and replied, “Estue weh.”
“How about ‘I’m tired’?”
“Really, Italy. We haven’t even been speaking for ten minutes.”
“I might use it later!” Italy said, smiling.
“Ich bin mude. Try and pull that during training and I’ll add another three hours to your training time.”
“Aw!”
“Anything else?” Germany said, sighing. Italy was getting really annoying.
“One more.” Italy said, looking at his sweaty palms and scuffing his boot, “What’s ‘I love you’?”
“What do you want to learn?” He asked, slightly confused as to why he wanted to learn German.
“Whatever you will teach me!” Italy said, already thinking of pasta.
“The days of the week in order from Sunday to Saturday are Sonntag, Montag, Dienstag, Mittwoch, Donnerstag, Freitag, and Samstag.” Italy tried to pronounce them the same as Germany, but his accent prevented him from doing so. “Let’s try something easier…hello is hallo.”
“Hallo~Germany~!”
“Very good. The numbers in order from one to ten are eins, zwei, drei, vier, fuent, sechs--”
“Sex?!”
“Sechs.”
“Sex is a number?!”
“S-E-C-H-S is six.”
“Oooooh, that makes sense now, I thought you were talking about--”
“Sieben is seven, rcht is eight, neun is nine, and zohn is ten.”
“What are the colors?”
“Grau is gray, blau is blue, rosa is pink, rot is red, gelb is yellow, grun is green, orange is orange, and lila is purple.”
“I like the color rot!”
“It’s pronounced ‘rot’.”
“I said rot.”
“Rot!”
“I’ve been saying rot!”
“Say rotate.”
“…Rotate?”
“Now say rotate without ‘ate’ at the end.”
“Rot.”
“That’s it.”
“Teach me something else.” There was a certain something Italy wanted to learn, but he didn’t really want to ask….yet, at least.
“Was ist dein liebling sport? Is ‘what is your favorite sport?’”
“Soccer!”
“Was ist dein leibing farbe is ‘what is your favorite color?’ Don’t answer that.” Germany said, seeing Italy’s face light up at another chance to annoy him. “Is there anything else you want to learn?”
“What is ‘it hurts?’”
Germany looked sternly at Italy and replied, “Estue weh.”
“How about ‘I’m tired’?”
“Really, Italy. We haven’t even been speaking for ten minutes.”
“I might use it later!” Italy said, smiling.
“Ich bin mude. Try and pull that during training and I’ll add another three hours to your training time.”
“Aw!”
“Anything else?” Germany said, sighing. Italy was getting really annoying.
“One more.” Italy said, looking at his sweaty palms and scuffing his boot, “What’s ‘I love you’?”
Literature
Gerita: Why?
We were having coffee at an Italian café. Just him and me. We were talking about pasta, and pasta, and more pasta. He obviously refused to change the subject, but I allowed it. I loved his sweet smile. I loved his little curl.
"Doitsu, I got this watch from Japan the other day!" he shoved his wrist into my face. I saw the small hearts along the rim. "Every time I look at it, I think of you! Ve~"
I smiled slightly. I don't know why I love him, but something about his personality caught me attention. "That's a nice watch Italy," I replied.
"You really think so?!" he yelled. He raised his hands in the air and knocked over my coffee and it spi
Literature
Sleepover
"Why did I even agree to go to that costume party?" Germany muttered to himself as he walked back into his home. He was clad in a slick, black military uniform with a matching jacket and hat, and feeling quite silly for even venturing out of his home in the outfit.
After much pestering from his brother, Prussia, Germany had agreed to go to France's costume party, where the theme was "military." Unfortunately, as the party went on, it seemed the theme slowly changed to "au naturel."
Germany managed to escape with all his clothes, luckily. Still, as he closed and locked the door, he recalled that Italy was also at the party, and felt somew
Literature
HetaOni: They Have Each Other
"How...how long have we been waiting?" A voice, thick with a British accent, inquired. He was sitting on his bed in the safeoom, his sightless eyes locked on the nation in front of him.
"Dunno..." The other replied, his dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes. "England?" The nation found it hard to bring himself to lock gazes with the Brit, but did it anyway. "What...what's it like?"
With a sigh, the older man shook his head, his pale emerald eyes staring down at the floor. "By 'it' I assume you mean being blind? Well America..." England blinked slowly, as if it would change anything, and glanced back up in the direction of the American. "To
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
*just died of fluff* 
I wrote it back when I was still learning German and I it would be fine to post up while I'm working on requests and hadn't posted anything for a while.....
Anyway, if I got any of those translations wrong, tell me
And, why yes!
that title IS a refrence to Memories!!! [link]
Okay, I think I've got them all fixed now, and I hope I didn't OFFEND anyone with the mistakes. If I did, I'm sorry.
I wrote it back when I was still learning German and I it would be fine to post up while I'm working on requests and hadn't posted anything for a while.....
Anyway, if I got any of those translations wrong, tell me
And, why yes!
that title IS a refrence to Memories!!! [link]Okay, I think I've got them all fixed now, and I hope I didn't OFFEND anyone with the mistakes. If I did, I'm sorry.
© 2012 - 2024 SomerandomHetaliafan
Comments34
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
*passed out on the floor in a pool of blood*
(i took a year and a half of german in middle school and hated every minuet of it [this was before i was into hetalia] and i failed every quarter i legit had F's on every report card in that class every.time.)
(i took a year and a half of german in middle school and hated every minuet of it [this was before i was into hetalia] and i failed every quarter i legit had F's on every report card in that class every.time.)