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@gerita-week
Hi there! Admin Chris here! I've been wondering, would you guys like to reboot GerIta week? The one for this year has already happened (on February), but I guess having a second one wouldn't hurt! What do you guys think? Would you participate in another GerIta week? -Admin Chris-
Do the prompts change annually or are they the same each year?
They do change! We want to keep it fresh, you know ^^
-Admin Chris
hi! i was just wondering, is gerita week happening any other time in the future? thank you!
It has already happened this year, on February. You’ll have to wait until next year to participate, sorry ^^’
-Admin Chris
Day 7
The first time he tried couldn’t be called a success by any stretch of the imagination, but Ludwig had decided that this Valentine’s Day was the day he would tell the Feliciana about his feelings for her. The book he had read about it hadn’t helped him then, even though he had done everything in it, but anxiousness had him reading the book again. Deep in thought, the German didn’t notice his front door opening.
“Why are you reading that book?” turning around in surprise, the blond came face to face with Roderich.
“What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”
“I used the key obviously. As for why I’m here, I need you to bring me home.”
“You got lost again?” the younger sighed, not even wanting to know how the other had gotten hold of a key to his front door.
“So you’re going to try that again?” his guest asked.
Ludwig could only nod.
Roderich didn’t bother telling the other man not to bother his date. He had warned him about that last time and he had still managed to get things wrong. It was just the way the German was.
///Time skip///
“Calm down Feliciana. What happened?” he had been playing his piano, when he suddenly had an crying Italian in his arms.
“It’s Luddi. We went out to this place and he started acting all weird.” And before he could answer her, Feli was crying again. The Austrian petted her had softly until she finally stopped.
“Maybe I should have reminded him not to bother you, after all.”
Seeing the curious look on her face, he began to explain things to her.
“and that’s the story. He always loses his head when it comes to romance. It’s foolish really.” Suddenly the woman was running out the room, as quickly as she had come in.
“Feliciana, where are you going?” He asked an empty room.
///Time skip///
Ludwig opened his door to the frantic knocking. “Was!?” but seeing Feli standing in front of him, he calmed down quickly. He was still embarrassed about making a fool of himself again and he was definitely never reading that book again.
“I came to take you out on a date, silly.” She cheerfully answered. Blushing, he told her they had been on a date that morning.
“It will work out better this time.” She assured him. “Now I know we’re not just going out someplace, but on an actual date.”
I am so proud of this one. Anyways! GerIta Week Day 7 (Buon San Valentino)! @gerita-week
I am terribly sorry about that last submission. I agree the language there could most definitely be taken as offensive and I apologize sincerely. Feel free to remove it as I’ll be making another one that’s actually serious. Free of the offense. Again, my apologies. Hopefully, this can make up for it?
Happy Valentine’s Day! Buon San Valentino! Hope you have a good day!
@gerita-week
Day 7 - BUON SAN VALENTINO!
I want to say “thanks” to people who made this event.
If I didn’t enter to this, I wouldn’t got so many notes,new followers and reposts…
Also…Happy Valentines Day! :D
@gerita-week
Gerita Week Day 7 Buon San Valentino. After the date.
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Day 7 for Gerita week: BUON SAN VALENTINO
If the proposal had gone differently… Sorry for the dodgy quality, its one am atm :’)
Gerita week is now over for me D= it was great fun, and thank you so much to the hosts @gerita-week for doing a lovely job organizing this!!
I didn’t participate in gerita week because I didn’t feel I was good enough and I wouldn’t have enough time. But since tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and they are still my otp, have some neko gerita cuddling!
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Gerita Week Day 7 - Buon San Valentino
And here’s the second part of the two-shot for @gerita-week! I’m so glad I took part on it! I’d like to thank now everyone who liked or reblogged my submissions, you all made me incredibly happy! I hope you enjoy this last one, too, and that we might all meet again some other time!
“Germany, Germany! Can you hear me?”
“…Italy?”
“Oh, thank goodness! You had spaced out completely, I was afraid you’d never come back!”
“Sorry, Italy. Let’s leave already”
Germany took his gifts and paid –the waiter shot him a dirty glare– and the pair left the restaurant. It was already night time. Germany decided to walk Italy home, and once they arrived, they stood in front of his door in uncomfortable silence, both of them searching for the right words to say.
“Germany”
“Italy”
Awkward silence as they tried to decide who should talk first. In the end, it was Italy who took the initiative.
“Sorry about today,” he said, “I didn’t want you to get mad at me”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well… the way you’ve been acting today, I thought I’d done something wrong, but I couldn’t figure out what… sorry”
“I wasn’t mad at you,” Germany said, shocked at his friend’s confession, “I was just trying to do things right, but I guess I’m not good at… expressing feelings”
Italy’s eyes lit.
“So you did want to marry me? You were serious when you asked me in front of all those people?”
“Do you really think I’d joke about something like that?”
Italy let out a small happy cry and launched himself onto the now confused man, circling his ample torso with his thin arms.
“So you did love me! Germany, I’ve never felt so happy in my entire life!”
“Ah, it’s amazing how you can say things like that so easily,” the blond sighed, delicately embracing the one he loved with his strong arms, “but I feel exactly the same. I love you, Italy”
That was how it all got started.
Of course, they didn’t actually get married. None of their houses allowed it, and they still had a duty as countries. They couldn’t just join into one on a whim. However, that didn’t mean they couldn’t be happy together.
Happiness… even if Germany refused to show his feelings most of the time, the time they spent together was definitely the happiest in Italy’s life. They did all sorts of things and went through all sorts of strange situations –it had mainly been his fault–, but at the end of the day Italy always knew that Germany was the last person he wanted to see before closing his eyes, and the first he’d see when he’d open them the next day.
What was going to happen, then? Anticipation and nervousness played a dangerous game in the man’s head, making it hard for him to focus on anything other than his… date? Was it even a date?
So there he stood, in front of the crowded gothic cathedral, waiting (im)patiently. Hope was mixed up with dread and they tugged at his heart so much that it was hard for him to breathe, but he could do nothing but wait. And hope for the best. And if the best were not to arrive, he’d get ready to beg.
Then, he finally appeared. He wasn’t hard to miss, even in a place like that he’d spot him in a heartbeat. It wasn’t only his tall figure, his muscular built that he found so attractive, his deliciously pale skin. It wasn’t his perfectly groomed blond hair or his piercing blue eyes. No, there were tons of other details that made him unique. The determined way he walked, his focused gaze, his formal clothes, his deep voice, his big warm hands…
At that exact moment when they could very well fall apart, Italy loved Germany more than ever.
The taller man finally reached the spot where they had agreed to meet. He was blushing lightly and averting his boyfriend’s amber gaze desperately seeking for his. He was hiding something behind his back.
“I’m sorry I made you wait,” he finally said, “I had to make a quick stop to buy… well… this”
He then showed what he had been hiding. A bouquet of heliotropes. Just like in San Valentino, decades ago. Just like the blissful day they became a couple.
“Thanks” Italy said, taking the flowers.
Upon looking around, Italy saw that Germany’s gesture had caught a lot of people’s attention. He was probably feeling uncomfortable, perhaps they should leave…
“Before you say anything, it’s not my intention to buy your forgiveness with flowers,” Germany said, “this is my way of vowing that I will try my best to properly show affection to you”
Italy felt tears threatening to fall.
“Germany, you didn’t need to… it’s me who should apologize, I didn’t even think about how difficult it’s for you to express yourself…”
The shorter man’s apology was cut off by his lover dropping down to one knee.
Could it be…?
“I know this is just symbolic, and that we can’t actually make it official” Germany said, locking eyes with Italy “but I love you, Italy. And I want to be with you forever”
He then took out a box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a gold ring. This time, there wasn’t a tomato jewel on it, or any other ornament. It was simple, like the ones married people wore.
Right then, there were lots of people looking at them. But for the first time, Germany didn’t care.
“My answer is yes, of course!” Italy cried out, kneeling on the floor to kiss his lover.
This time, Germany didn’t shove him away. They both ignore the many eyes fixated on their figures as they kissed passionately. Then, Italy parted the kiss.
“Thank you, Germany. Thank you so much,” he whispered, caressing the man’s cheek, “but hey, there’s no need for you to be embarrassed any further. Let’s go home”
The couple rose from the floor and walked home hand in hand. A couple decades meant little in a nation’s life, and they had a really long road ahead, but little by little they learned from their past mistakes. Hand in hand, they learned to truly be together. And hand in hand they kept walking, a whole eternity filled with love and happiness awaiting them.
Ah, I’m practising dialogue punctuation. I hope I understood correctly how it’s done.
It was my initial idea to make something longer and… deeper, less sappy, more similar to my day 5 entry. But to be honest my day had just got started and I already had a lot of shit going on, so I had to keep it short. However, I’m satisfied with the ending. It’s what I was aiming this tiny story to. I may be the Angst Inquisition, but I love me some happy endings!
By the way, Germany and Italy met at the Milan Cathedral. I just love cathedrals and historical buildings, I’m a sucker for History of art.
This picture is more about Italy’s dress than anything else. It is based on lilies, which are Italy’s national flower. Germany’s suit is less detailed but it too is based on his national flower.
Considering it’s the last day (day 7) of @gerita-week, it’s not very special. But here is my interpretation of the theme ‘Buon San Valentino’: if Italy had said yes!
idk why they’re completely alone on their wedding day but shhh
Alternatively, they could be on a really fancy date…
Awh look at them, That’s cute. That’s real precious. sixth day of @gerita-week Let’s end it all on a serious note shall we.
This week has been a lot of fun, or incredibly annoying depending on who you are (But I forgive you). Se you never again. Unless you followed me, Then I’ll see you whenever Frejann makes a new page. Merry christmas.
Gerita Week, day 7 San Valentino @gerita-week
@gerita-week 7th day: Valentine Day And finally I succeeded to make a drawing for this lovely project! I am so sorry I couldn’t submit one also for the past days, but I was pretty busy (and overall I’m damn slow…), and also I apologize as the picture quality is kinda bad… But I hope it is fine…! Happy Valentine Day to everyone!!
@gerita-week
Gerita week, day 7: Buon San Valentino
I would have wanted to have time to draw something beautiful, but nooo. After being tired and at work all day I ended up drawing this.
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Here is a link to my fics for the GerIta week 2016! I had so much fun writing these :)
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! (Even though it’s almost over where I live oops)
@gerita-week
”Go away, gay thoughts!” “Nooooooo~”
Er, better late than never? ^^; *hides on paperbag* For the last day of GerIta Week - Day 07: Buon San Valentino
Happy @gerita-week; and happy Valentines Day!! \o/
- Ref pic from here. It’s a painting by Johann Friedrich Overbeck called “Italia und Germania” (1828) (yyep)
- DA Link: (Coming Soon)
