i saw this post where it was clips from beautiful world and japan was slowly figuring out how much germany actually likes italy from like a third wheel point of view... i just want a conversation between germany and japan about the feelings he has cause i feel like thats cute
Oh my gosh nonny this is adorable, so I posted it on ao3! It’s ~1400 words. Here’s a preview:
They had always been close. Kiku had noticed Feliciano and Ludwig’s bond the day he’d met them, although he hadn’t then recognized it for what it was.
Back then, the war and his culture shock had sufficiently cloaked the true nature of their feelings from his view. Lingering touches were nothing more than weariness and simple Italian affection. Long, intimate conversations were the bonds of brothers in arms. If they were anything more– and often, Kiku had wondered– there was no space within a war for such a tender thing as love.
But then peace had resumed its quiet dominion over their lives, and Kiku had been given time to consider these things more thoroughly.
No tengo la fuente de este gif pero es muy bello como para no colocarlo así que con permiso
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Listen; Italy is old. Hes thousands of years old and certainly way older than Germany. Hes had so much time to learn and do things he had always wanted to do. I can imagine that language (because of trade and friends) would come very naturally to him.
I can imagine one day, Ludwig is muttering to himself in German, reading documents or even a book and Feliciano just plops beside him like. "Oh, its that's book-" and goes off in fluent german and rants about a structure of a book in a totally different language and only stops when he finally notices that Ludwig is so confused and dumbfounded that Feliciano knows actual german but being a Dummkopf, never mentioned it or again anything.
Then Feliciano just refuses to speak it, just cause :p
When Germany calls Italy a term of endearment, it usually includes a part of his name. Feli, Felichen, Felice, or even things like "Feliciano, sweetheart". He hardly ever leaves his actual name out of it because he loves it to bits. Italy is a lot of things, he's wonderful and handsome and the love of his life, but before he's any of those, he's Feliciano, Ludwig's happy, lucky Feliciano.
Italy, on the other hand? Oh, boy. Cheese CENTRAL. Cheese CITY. He will call Germany every nickname under the sun. If Italy wants attention when Germany is doing paperwork, he'll wrap his arms around his neck, lean over his shoulder, and just mutter to him. He's "tesoro, angelo, amato, caro" constantly, but he throws in German terms, or Latin, or Venetian, or any other language he's picked up over the years.