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yeoldehetalian · 5 months

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Insight: Germany's Christmas hug is warm

[I do not normally write fic but for some reason I felt compelled to write a little GerIta fluff. Yes, the title is just a variation of one of Italy's lines from the early comics that I found hilarious.]

Germany awoke slowly. The room was still quite dark – it must be the wee hours of the morning. As he gradually came back to himself, he wondered what had roused him. No loud noises could be heard, nor was his brother shaking him awake. Maybe one of the dogs needs to be let outside? He rolled over and squinted into the darkness. Someone is here! He quickly snapped on his bedside lamp...

“Italy?!”

“Oh, Germany, you woke up.”

Italy appeared to be caught in the middle of taking off his coat. And, Germany may have been sleep-addled, but he thought something sounded off about Italy’s voice.

“Yes, thanks to you. What are you doing here, Italy?”

“Well. Um. I was lonely. So I decided to come here and see you, Germany.” Yes, his voice was definitely off. It had wavered a bit. Was he ill?

“You have your brother. Didn’t you celebrate Christmas Eve together since he’s your family?”

“Well, we did for a bit. But then he went to Spain’s place. He won’t let Spain come to our place. Then I was alone.”

Italy had finished taking his coat off but stood awkwardly holding it.

Oh, Italy…He’s so friendly and gregarious. To think of him of all people being alone at Christmas...are those tear streaks on his cheeks?

“Can I stay here, Germany? I thought since you were asleep I would sleep, too, and then maybe I could stay for Christmas and we could have a fun day!”

“I can’t speak for the others, but I do not think anyone will mind.” Indeed, everyone seems to love Italy wherever he goes. “Yes, I’m sure it will be acceptable. You can put your coat on the chair there, and come lie down.”

Italy draped his coat over the chair, and then began peeling off his clothes. Of course, I should have known he would climb in here naked, as usual. Mercifully, Italy left his underwear on.

“By the way, it is very cold here, Germany. Even inside. Doesn’t your heater work?”

“We have had unusually cold weather this week. And the heat is turned down at night to save energy.”

Germany held up the blankets for Italy, and even scooted over a bit to offer him the warm place where he had been lying. Italy climbed in, curling on his side facing Germany. Germany laid right next to him, wrapping an arm around him.

“Germany!”

“Hmm?”

“You never want to cuddle.”

“Well. You looked cold. And, you said you were lonely. So, I suppose…it is like a Christmas gift from me, then.”

“Thank you for the nice present.” Italy snuggled closer. His skin was indeed cool to the touch. Germany extricated his other arm and wrapped it around him as well. He knew he was blushing, but no one could see, so perhaps it was not worth worrying over, just this once.

“You can always come here for Christmas if you like, Italy.”

“Thank you, Germany. Will you give me a present like this next time, too.”

“If you like. I think I could manage that.”

“Yes, please! Your Christmas present is so warm and cozy.”

Morning would bring another day full of activity and responsibilities – another large meal to prepare, then hijinks are bound to ensue when Prussia and Austria are in the same vicinity, not to mention the likelihood of Hungary stopping by to add to the chaotic atmosphere – just thinking about it was making him tense up a bit. But for now, Germany decided to just try to relax and enjoy the moment. He appreciated that, right now, what he was needed for wasn’t based on his nation’s status, or diplomatic ties to other nations, or even his own immutable “useful” personality traits. It was simply a friend needing comfort from a friend. Now that he thought of it, this seemed to be what Italy truly liked him for. Which was a bit astonishing – surely many others were better at being a “friend” than he was. But for whatever reason, the mysterious Italy had chosen him.

“Merry Christmas, Germany,” Italy said, barely a whisper as he was drifting off to sleep.

“Good night, Italy. And happy Christmas.”

Germany slept.

#aph germany #aph italy #gerita #christmas fluff #hws germany #hws italy #hetalia

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cherrybulbasaur · 2 months

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NEW CHERRYBULBASAUR GERITA FANFIC JUST DROPPED!

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #aph italy #aph north italy #aph gerita #aph germany #domestic #fluff #fanfic

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lavrach · 8 months

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NEW CHAPTER!!!! :D Would be really happy if you checked it out!!! :D

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idrinkpasta · 7 months

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#hetalia #gerita #hws #hws germany #hws gerita #hws italy #art #fluff #aph germany #aph Italy #aph gerita

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spicykat9 · 2 years

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GerIta Week 2022: Day 5

Surprise! I’m writing GerIta mostly unprompted. A lovely mutual of mine is running @geritaweek so Paper this is for you! Also you could take this as a very late birthday present lol.

Prompt: Firsts | “It’s okay, let’s just take this slow.”

Rating: E

Pairing: ItaGer

Word Count: 1717

And We’ll Take it Slow

“S-So…um…How do you want to do this?”

Ludwig fiddled with his fingers, not daring to look at Feliciano, who stood beside him. Sure, he read porn and had even searched out guidebooks on how to please your partner but now being in the bedroom with his lover beside him, all his preparation had gone out the window.

“However you’d like mio caro,” Feliciano murmured. He took Ludwig’s chin and lifted his head so they could meet each other’s eyes. “But if you’d like, perhaps it would be easier if I take the lead here.”

Ludwig swallowed hard. Could he let go of control like that? Then again, he had no experience with this kind of thing, and Feliciano seemed to have plenty. So for both of their benefits, perhaps giving control to Feliciano would give them the best outcome. It would just be like following a higher-up right? A Captain almost. He had plenty of experience with that.

“Hey, Hey. It’s okay!” Feliciano assured him, taking the German’s face into his hands. “It’s okay, let’s just take this slow. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

“B-But what about–” But Feliciano pulled Ludwig down into a kiss, stopping all coherent thought. Ludwig instinctively parted his lips, and Feliciano took the opportunity to dip his tongue into the German’s mouth. It was a small, quick lick before he pulled away.

“W-Was that okay?”

Ludwig blinked slowly, trying to get his brain working again. “Y-Yes…I just…um…It surprised me.”

“Can I do it again?”

“God yes.”

Feliciano beamed and pulled Ludwig down again, picking up where he left off. His tongue explored Ludwig’s mouth gently, tapping the German’s tongue lightly. Ludwig tapped back shyly, not sure how this was supposed to work.

After a little while, the kiss became rougher, with Feliciano pushing himself against Ludwig, causing him to stumble back and land on the bed.

“Mm–”

"Sorry…Did you not like that?" Feliciano asked, pulling back.

"Nien… just surprised."

Feliciano looked him over for any sign of lying. "Okay," he said after a moment, "Okay…But you need to tell me if I do anything you don't want."

"O-Okay."

"And don't worry about upsetting me or being mad. Because I could never. That's not how this works."

Ludwig nodded. Hesitantly, he lifted a hand to Feliciano’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It wasn’t as heated as the previous one, but he wanted to make sure Feliciano knew he wanted this. Felicano hummed into it, his hands inching under Ludwig’s shirt and running over his toned abdomen. Ludwig shivered.

“So beautiful,” Feliciano purred. He rolled his hips ever so slightly against Ludwig’s crotch causing his lover to gasp sharply. The Italian giggled. He played with the hem of Ludwig’s shirt, eventually pulling it off and tossing it on the floor. With skin now exposed, Feliciano began to leave a trail of kisses. Starting with the neck, he made his way down Ludwig’s shoulder, then his chest, and then his stomach, occasionally grazing his teeth against Ludwig’s skin.

Ludwig bit his lip, the ghost of Feliciano’s lips making his skin hot at their touch. It felt so good, Ludwig swore he was going to melt, and they had barely even started.

“Lascia che ti senta, amore mio,” Feliciano cooed, hand coming to rest on Ludwig’s heated cheek.

“I-I…”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I want you to relax, and I want to know I’m doing well.”

Ludwig couldn’t argue with that logic. “O-Okay,” he breathed out.

Feliciano smirked before licking up Ludwig’s neck suddenly. Ludwig let out a surprised grunt. Feliciano went to pull away, worried that Ludwig hadn’t liked the lick, but instead, he was pulled closer by Ludwig’s strong hands on his hips. “Don’t stop,” Ludwig pleaded, bucking his hips up.

“Okay…Okay!” Feliciano gave him a quick peck on the lips before discarding his own shirt and letting his hands run over Ludwig’s exposed body. “Hmm…What to do next?” His hands continued to travel, eventually arriving back up on Ludwig’s chest, thumb brushing over his nipple. Ludwig let out a low moan that went straight to Feliciano’s groin. “You like that baby?”

“Mm…”

Feliciano let out a light laugh before taking the nub into his mouth and sucking. He could feel Ludwig’s cock react, hardening against his own half-hard one. Once the one nipple was hard, he moved to the other, giving it the same treatment. Ludwig whined and moaned, becoming less and less hesitant with each suck. Well, it seemed as though Feliciano found a weak spot. Eventually, he pulled away to admire his red-faced, panting lover below him. He looked so…adorable like this: hair a mess, eyes blown by lust, a bashful look on his face.

“I love you,” Feliciano whispered, “May I continue?”

Ludwig nodded. Pants and boxers were quickly discarded, leaving the two lovers completely naked and achingly hard. Feliciano took another moment to admire Ludwig and Ludwig seemed to do the same. “You’re so beautiful Luddy,” Feliciano praised.

Ludwig looked away. “Y-You…Uh…mmm…Du…Du bist auch schön.”

“Awww. Thank you, Luddy!”

Ludwig took in a sharp breath as Feliciano took hold of both his cock as well as Ludwig’s, rubbing both to ensure they were hard. “You’re doing so well tesoro mio…So good for me.”

Ludwig felt something tight and hot in his stomach, and next thing he knew his abdomen and Feliciano’s hands were covered in a thick white substance. They stared at each other for a moment before Ludwig realized what just happened. He promptly covered his face, embarrassed by coming so early.

“Hey…Hey, it’s okay,” Feliciano giggled, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Sorry…”

Feliciano shook his head, a wide smile growing on his face. “No need to apologize. It’s normal. And like I said, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube he had set up earlier. "Let's see if I can make you come again."

Ludwig shivered slightly at Feliciano’s words. "O-Okay."

Feliciano positioned himself between Ludwig's legs. "I'm going to stretch you now. But just sit back and relax. I'll be doing all the work."

Ludwig nodded, letting his eyes flutter closed. He wanted to tense up, but he knew that wouldn't help. Luckily Feliciano seemed to be able to read his mind and got him to relax with a comforting hand stroking his stomach.

Feliciano inserted a lathered finger slowly. Ludwig whined at the intrusion but quickly made himself focus back on the hand in his abdomen.

"Good… just like that…" Feliciano whispered as he worked a second finger in. With both inside and Ludwig relaxing once more, Feliciano began thrusting in and out, curling his fingers and stretching him.

It was strange, to say the least. Ludwig wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn’t feel that special either, but then Feliciano brushed against a certain spot and Ludwig let out a throaty moan. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, ashamed of the sound he just made.

Feliciano giggled again. “No need to be shy, love…Let me hear you.” He brushed against the spot again and again, and again, Ludwig moaned. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Each thrust towards that spot built him up, but he couldn’t get his release.

“Bitte... Bitte…” Ludwig pleaded, “Ich brauche mehr. Mehr.”

“Okay, okay. Moving on then!” Feliciano removed his fingers causing Ludwig to whine. “Shh…just give me a minute tesoro.”

He covered his fingers in more lube before lathering up his cock. “Okay Ludwig, I’m going to go in now. It may sting a little, but it’s going to be okay,” Feliciano explained. When Ludwig nodded, Feliciano entered slowly, swallowing Ludwig’s noises of discomfort in a loving kiss. When Feliciano pulled away, Ludwig pulled him back down for another kiss, then another, and then another. The Italian ran his hand through Ludwig’s locks, comforting him through the intrusion. “So good for me baby. Such a good boy.”

Ludwig let out a breathy moan at the praise. It was as if everything was spinning. Pleasure and pain mixed together as Feliciano entered him so gently, so lovingly. They were connected now, physically, after so many years, and it was overwhelming.

“Can I start moving?” Feliciano asked.

Ludwig nodded. He wrapped his arms around his lover’s shoulders as Feliciano started to move; nice and slow to let Ludwig get used to the new feeling. He appreciated it, but he needed more. “F-Faster... Bitte…”

Feliciano obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, a little uncoordinated as he searched for Ludwig’s prostate. But what mattered was that it felt good, exactly what Ludwig wanted. It was as if he was melting into the bed, each thrust, pushing him further and further. He felt as though he would burst. He couldn’t think straight, phrases of English and German getting mixed up and creating a garbled string of a language no one knew. But he sounded pleased so Feliciano went even faster.

“Good boy…So good for me,” Feliciano panted, “Proprio come quello, tesoro.”

And Ludwig came again. Feliciano praised him through his orgasm, hand coming to stroke Ludwig’s cock.

Seeing Ludwig come undone so quickly, pleading at him mindlessly, tightening around him so deliciously, it wasn’t long before Feliciano was coming too. “Oh, Ludwig…Ti amo, così tanto,” he murmured against the German’s skin.

In the aftermath of his orgasm, Ludwig just laid there, in complete bliss. He felt tired but warm. His heartbeat was going a mile a minute, but he felt so…calm. Only he and Feliciano existed in the world.

“Ludwig…amore mio?” Feliciano called, hand carding through Ludwig’s sweaty hair, “You there?”

“Mm…”

“There you are,” Feliciano giggled, “Was it really that good.”

As Ludwig came down from his high, his face returned to its flushed red colour. “Yes…” He said sheepishly.

“I’m glad.” Feliciano settled against Ludwig’s side, resting his head on his chest. “I had a good time too. But I bet you're tired, so just sleep.”

Feliciano did not need to tell him twice. Ludwig was already struggling to keep his eyes open and as soon as Feliciano told him to sleep, he let his eyes drift closed. The last thing he felt was something warm against his forehead and Feliciano shifting beside him.

#geritaweek #gerita #itager #hws italy #hws north italy #hws germany #nsft #hetalia ns/fw #first time #fluff #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing

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olympeline · 5 months

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I did it!! I got my first Hetalia fic done just in time for Christmas! Phew, that was in under the gate, wasn’t it? I’m so proud of myself 😊

This story is gerita (plus a few other pairings) fluff based around one of my favourite parody Christmas songs. Please enjoy if that sounds interesting to you. Happy holidays!

#hetalia #my posts #my fanfiction #gerita #aph germany #aph italy #hws germany #hws italy #sufin #fruk

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hyliascommonwealth · 15 days

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Shipping Bingo, what are your thoughts on Gerita?

I love them, the angst potential- the fluff potential. It’s all so good. They’re so good!!

Ask meme

#ask meme #gerita vibes

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hetalia-fannn · 1 year

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How about rating my top 3 favorite Hetalia ships?

GerIta

Prucan

& FrUk

I just love how you got one of my faves as well!

Gerita: Basically, it's canon and I'm so glad for this! Their relationship is so adorable and pure. Germany who is a total wreck and has gay panics and Italy being oblivious awww. Nice moments, mutual respect and interest, healthy relationship, I mean that's just so perfect and fluff! 10/10

Prucan: I've heard about this one several times and I gotta say I like their relationship! I remember drawing a fanart of them once which was very fun to draw since I like both characters. And I think their personalities match too. It gives extroverted x introverted vibes. Bunch of cute moments would be there in my opinion so 9/10 a proper/more interaction would be even better!

Fruk: This is one my favourite one! Rival x Rival, enemies to lovers, extrovert x introvert, childhood friends/rivals and more can be listed. And I love how France tries so hard to get England's attention or just tease him and we all know Eng is a big tsundere haha. But overall 10/10!

These ones were very fun to answer! 😊

Send me ships and I'll rate them.

Asks are open!

#hetalia #aph #aph germany #aph italy #aph north italy #gerita #aph canada #aph prussia #prucan #aph france #aph england #aph uk #fruk

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ao3feed-spamano · 11 months

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Neve Rosso Sangue

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UpG53As

by Benny_Haibara

Stati Uniti, 1985 Il governo statunitense ha indetto una caccia spietata ai mutanti, esseri umani dotati di poteri soprannaturali, per proteggere l'umanità in pericolo. Feliciano Vargas è un mutante arrestato dall'esercito e rinchiuso nell'inespugnabile fortezza di Westbrook, dove vengono catturati e studiati i mutanti più temuti. Dovrà sopravvivere all'interno della prigione, tra esperimenti e lavori forzati, per poter tornare a casa e riabbracciare il fratello maggiore, aiutato nel frattempo da un gruppo di mutanti rivoluzionari determinati a salvare i prigionieri. È una storia in cui due mondi opposti si scontrano e si uniscono continuamente tra il dolore, l'amore, l'amicizia e l'odio. [Mutant!AU, supernatural powers] (Coppie principali: GerIta, Spamano, FrUK) !ATTENZIONE! il rating potrebbe salire da arancione a rosso, per scene future con contenuti violenti e/o sessuali espliciti

Words: 3008, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Italiano

Fandoms: Hetalia: Axis Powers

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: North Italy (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), France (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), Russia (Hetalia), Canada (Hetalia), Japan (Hetalia), China (Hetalia), Other Hetalia Character(s)

Relationships: Germany/North Italy (Hetalia), South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), England/France (Hetalia), Austria & Hungary & Prussia (Hetalia), America/Japan (Hetalia)

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff and Angst, Mutant Powers, X-Men Inspired

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/UpG53As

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hetalia #spamano #aph spain #aph romano #fanfiction

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betty-bourgeoisie · 1 year

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GerIta?

GerIta really isn't my favorite but they're good for when I just want to read a cute fluff fic

#thanks for the ask!#ship bingo

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kitaychan · 29 days

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🥘,🍲 ,🍠 :3

Fic writer asks

🥘 What category do most of your fics fall under?

Maybe hurt without comfort? I am not sure, though it's a 50/50 because the oneshots are mostly fluff

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

In 2019 my friends and I were practicing English, we would meet together and talk, now the one friend that was teaching us, assigned us to write a story as homework, I ended up with the very short chapter 1 of I call it a draw, another friend did a Gerita oneshot. She liked the stories and encouraged us to keep writing, and then to post it on fanfiction.net, that first fic of mine has a string of emails labeled as "English homework" because I would send each chapter to my friend first and then post it.

🍠 How long does it take you to write one of your fics or a chapter/part?

It's very random, Oneshots usually take me like a week but there's little planning for those, Not a talker but a stalker was written in two days and a frenzy of caffeine, Consumption took me half a year, and right now, Nerium Oleander is taking me a while, I used to write a chapter for it per month then month and a half and so on, but I'm getting back to it!

#ask #for the category I wanted to say horror #but that's not true agdhdkxkf

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juliussneezerfics · 4 years

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New Year’s In

Much to Germany's dismay, Italy wants to drag him out of the house to go to America's New Year's Eve party. Germany has no choice but to use his charm to get his husband to stay home.

Ao3

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Italy wrapped the scarf around his neck, making sure that the buttons to his peacoat were done all the way up to his throat. “Don’t want to catch a cold!”

Germany stepped up next to him, also grabbing his coat. “You realize that’s a myth, right?”

“Perhaps!” Italy gave a final tug of his scarf, looking up at Germany. “But there’s no harm in staying warm!”

“I’ll grant you that.” Germany buttoned up his coat. He took a look around the house. “Did you get all the lights?”

Italy followed his gaze. Despite the fact that it was New Year’s Eve, Italy allowed Germany to keep up the Christmas tree. It was his favorite holiday, after all. At the beginning of their marriage, Italy had initially been annoyed with how long his husband wanted to keep the decorations up. But as the past few years went by, Italy could see the appeal of the warm lights brightening up the dark living room they were about to leave. “Yup!”

“All of them?” Germany asked, checking his pocket for his keys and his wallet.

Italy rolled his eyes, but grinned. “Yes, all of them.”

“Even the closet?”

“You were in the closet last!” Italy reminded him, knowing what Germany was doing.

Germany shrugged slightly, shoving both hands in his pockets. “Perhaps I should go check.”

Italy smiled. “It’s just a New Year’s Party. Quit stalling.”

Germany sighed, but he reached forward and opened the door. He waved Italy out. “I know.”

“I don’t get what the big deal is!” Italy said, stepping through the doorframe.

“Hold on, hear me out.” Germany said.

Italy stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow. He felt the corners of his mouth lift as Germany frowned earnestly. If Germany had a version of puppy eyes, this was it. The slight frown, the pleading gaze.

Germany reached forward and grabbed Italy’s sleeve. “Listen: It’s not too late to, say, get sick. We could stay home! I could light a fire, we could make some coffee, I’ll even do all those ridiculous extra steps you like. The measuring, the bean grinding, everything. We could sit under a blanket and watch a movie, or read, or anything else! We could just stay home. Just this once.”

A couple years ago, this proposal combined with the look in Germany’s eyes would have persuaded Italy. But he was a man that had grown accustomed to Germany’s little mannerisms and persuasions. He loved Germany dearly. But he also knew the man’s aversion to parties. “America was kind enough to invite us all to his New Year’s Party. All our friends will be there and we already said we will go."

Germany grunted, releasing Italy’s sleeve. “Why do I even try?”

“Because you try that trick for every party.” Italy gestured Germany forward, out into the cold. “And besides! You moan and groan at home all the time, but then you go and you have fun. Right?”

“Okay, I get it.” Germany said, though the corners of his mouth were turned up. He hid the smile as he turned to lock the door. “We’re going, and we’re going to have fun, and we’re going to like it… and you despise me and don’t want to spend any time with me.”

Italy laughed, grabbing Germany’s arm as the two walked out to the car. “Oh, stop being a baby!”

“You’re right. It’s my fault for marrying an extrovert.”

“Oh, stop it. If you had it your way, we would spend every night in.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Germany asked, unlocking the doors. The two got in the car, Germany turning the key and hoping for the air to warm up. “Is it so bad that I want to spend time with you?”

Italy shot Germany a firm, but not unkind look as he buckled his seatbelt. “Not going to work this time!”

Germany grunted and pulled out of the driveway, beginning the drive to America’s house. He glanced over at Italy.

He was facing away slightly, glancing out the window and watching the snow fall. Ever since he had moved to Germany’s country, he had delighted at the smatterings of snow they would get. Even watching them fall seemed to be a pleasure to him. His hair fell to the nape of his neck. He was due for a trim. Germany was all for personal upkeep, but there was something so appealing about the way that Italy’s hair curled slightly when it was long enough to brush the nape of his neck. Italy’s breath steamed against the window as he leaned closer to watch the fat flakes fall.

Germany grunted. Noticing these little things about Italy made it that much harder to drive to America’s. Or perhaps… “Feliciano?”

“Hmm?” Italy hummed, not looking away from the window.

“Is it just me, or is the snow falling faster?”

Italy turned to Germany. “Ludwig, my love, I know you don’t want to go to the party. But-”

“No, I’m serious. Look.”

Italy peered out the window, his brow furrowing. “It looks like it.”

“The snowflakes are getting bigger, too.”

Italy faced Germany. “Is the weather getting too bad to drive?”

“I don’t think so.” Germany checked to make sure that there was no-one behind them, then experimentally pressed down on the breaks. Though it had not been snowing much, they already slid against the pavement. Not enough to cause fright, but definitely enough to cause concern. “Hmm.”

“We should go back.” Italy said.

“Feli, you’ve wanted to go to this party for weeks. If I drive safely, we can make it.” Germany said.

Italy shook his head. “It’s not worth our safety. America will understand! I’ll call him on our way back.”

“Are you sure?”

Italy pulled his phone out of his coat pocket, turning to face Germany. “Caro, it is unsafe to drive. Besides, a night in sounds good. We can celebrate New Year’s in our own home tonight.”

Germany said nothing, but as he made a cautious turn around, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

As he found America in his contacts, Italy spotted the grin in his periphery. “Try not to be too disappointed.”

Germany started the drive back to his house, turning up the music on the radio as they made their way back.

They entered the house to a chorus of dogs barking. Germany let out a short, harsh whistle as he pulled off his coat.

Distantly, from Italy and Germany’s room, the two could hear the scratching of dog’s nails against the hardwood floor. The three dogs skidded around a corner, Berlitz unable to turn quick enough and slamming into the wall on the opposite side of the corner. Undismayed, he stood and continued the chase to his master. They crowded around the two, Germany kneeling down to pet his dogs.

Italy stood, rubbing the head of Aster as he leaned his weight against Italy’s legs. Though Italy would claim otherwise, Aster was his favorite. He also dared to guess that Italy was Aster’s favorite, too.

“Are you happy to see us home?” Germany asked, Blackie licking his cheek. Affectionately, Germany lightly pushed Blackie’s face away. “Good dogs! We’re staying home tonight!”

Italy smiled down at his husband, giving Aster’s head a final pat as he toed off his shoes. “And he’s so disappointed!”

“We went to that party last year.” Germany said, standing and untying his shoes.

Italy pulled off his coat and stretched. “Well, we won’t know what we’re missing if we don’t go out for New Year’s, I suppose.”

“Yes, because spending time with me is so difficult.” Germany teased, reaching forward and wrapping his arms around Italy’s waist.

Italy turned, smiling. “Perhaps not.”

“Mm.” Germany leaned forward and touched his lips to Italy’s.

Italy kissed back, giving a slight hum before he pulled away. “You’re unusually affectionate!”

“Just happy to be home, I suppose."

“Me too.” Italy tucked his head under Germany’s chin. “I’m going to go get my comfy clothes on.”

“What do you want to do tonight?” Germany asked, resting his head on top of Italy’s.

“Movie.”

“Christmas movie?” Germany suggested.

Italy sighed, smiling. “It’s New Year’s. Why do you want to watch Christmas movies?”

“We don’t have to.”

Italy hummed, pulling away. “No, it’s okay. After all, we agreed on New Year’s day being the end of Christmas celebrations. I’m sure we can squeeze one more Christmas movie or two until the time limit is up.”

“Go get your comfy clothes on. I’ll set up the movie.”

“Thanks.” Italy pulled away. “I’ll be right back!”

Germany made his way to the living room, sitting on his couch and picking up the remote. He smiled to himself slightly. He considered the Christmas tree his husband allowed him to leave up for this long. He considered the fireplace that would soon be crackling with warm light. His left hand resting on Aster’s head and absently scratching behind his ears, he pulled up a Christmas movie. Perhaps it was the nostalgia getting to him, but he found himself pondering the first Christmas they spent together two years ago as he started a fire. The awkward process of figuring out how to integrate both Italian and German Christmas traditions. The discovery that Italy, while he liked Christmas, simply preferred to celebrate for a shorter amount of time, while Germany preferred to draw out the celebration.

But they had figured it out. They always have, whether for holidays or not. They navigated their relationship. They had their arguments, sure, but their marriage had come to a comfy, yet clumsy arrangement that Germany found himself settling into gladly. Whether it was Italy’s laziness or Germany’s timidity in expressing affection, the two had sorted through it. Now, Italy went out of his way to do things for Germany. Germany found it within himself to say loving words to his husband. To care for him in a more expressive way. The fire crackled to life, Germany settling back into the couch and waiting.

“Feliciano?” He called out.

“Coming!” Italy replied.

Germany frowned. Did that come from the kitchen? He turned, grinning slightly as he spotted Italy in a knit sweater and comfy pants, holding two steaming mugs. “What is that?”

“Hot chocolate.” Italy answered, rounding the couch and setting the mugs down on the table.

“Coasters.” Germany reminded.

Italy reached forward and grabbed two coasters, setting the mugs down on them.

“Thank you. For the hot chocolate. And also for the coasters.” Germany said, grabbing the throw blanket off the back of the couch and unfolding it.

Italy hummed a response, sitting on the couch and leaning against Germany. “My pleasure.”

Germany lay the blanket over the two of them, adjusting his position so he had his arm wrapped around Italy’s shoulders. “Comfy?”

Italy hummed.

Germany started the movie, sighing and sitting back.

The two sat in silence, enjoying the movie and enjoying each other.

Italy stirred, lifting his head and kissing the junction between Germany’s jaw and his neck. “Never mind, this is kind of perfect.”

“Told you.” Germany pulled Italy closer. “We should make this a tradition.”

“Now, I wouldn’t say that. We can’t ignore everyone else forever.”

Germany hummed. "I suppose not."

Italy grinned into Germany’s side.

Time passed slowly, the two turning on movie after movie, enjoying their time together. After a couple hours, the two turned off the television. Germany retrieved a book they were reading off the shelf. He propped his torso against the armrest of the couch, his legs swung up onto the cushions. Italy had his chest to Germany’s, his legs curled between Germany’s. Germany read the book in a low, muted tone, Italy occasionally shifting his position.

Italy lifted his head. “It’s eleven thirty.”

Germany glanced up at the clock. “So it is.”

“Save your New Year’s kiss for me?” Italy asked, teasing.

Germany looked at him, shaking his head. This was a tradition that started while the two were dating that lasted into their marriage. Around this time, Italy would always approach Germany and interrupt whichever conversation he was a part of to request that Germany save his New Year’s kiss for him. Germany had initially blushed heavily at the request and stammered out a response, not liking the attention the proposal drew from their friends. However, as time passed, he found it endearing. It was almost a ritual for them.

“Of course.” Germany answered.

Italy hummed, satisfied, returning his head to its place on Germany’s chest as Germany continued his reading.

A half hour later, the two still lay chest-to-chest. They were staring at the face of Germany’s watch as the minute hand ticked by. They were in the last ten seconds.

“Ten,” Italy began. Germany joined as they counted down the seconds.

Three…

Two…

One…

Italy leaned forward and kissed his husband, his arms wrapping around Germany’s neck.

Germany’s hands settled on Italy’s waist.

The two drew apart, a few inches separating them.

“Happy New Year, Ludwig.”

“Happy New Year, Feliciano.”

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Caro: Darling

#hetalia #hetalia fic #hws germany #aph germany #hws italy #aph italy #gerita #aph gerita #hws gerita #gerita fic #gerita fanfic #gerita fanfiction #New Year #fluff #fluff fic #hetalia fluff #gerita fluff

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angelatina1101 · 5 years

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Pardon my ramble,,

I feel like while lovestruck Germany is cute bc he doesn't know how to show his feelings bc hes never had to do it before, I'd also accept a lovestruck Italy who has problems showing Germany how much he really loves him bc "oh God I hug and kiss him all the time hes not going to think anything of it if I kiss him rn but I need him to know how much I love him what should I do oh god?? Oh God this is torture"

And I live by that,,

#cute gerita #gerita cute #gerita fluff #gerita #hetalia gerita #aph hetalia #hetalia #oh god #i love requited love but neither of them know it #god i love pain

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turn-your-gaze-on-this-dumptruck · 5 years

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His Past, His Present, His Future: Chapter 6 - Wine

Sorry for the pause between uploads. I’ve been moving, and between that and college I have had zero spare time.

After a difficult conversation, Germany and Italy make dinner. This chapter is basically just domestic fluff.

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The two worked in the kitchen, Italy insisting on making home-made… soup? Broth? As Germany boiled the noodles. He was content to just watch Italy chop and stir and simmer from his seat on a bar stool opposite of him. Other than boiling pasta, there was nothing for him to do. They talked about things that didn’t matter, reminiscing on Halloween parties and Christmas celebrations. Italy introduced the idea that he should host a holiday sometime. Perhaps Easter.

Germany nodded. “It’s nice here in the spring.”

Italy looked up from his work, brushing hair out of his face and behind his ear. “Yes. The flowers in my garden just start to bloom, and it smells so nice! It’s the kind of weather that makes you want to go on a walk and enjoy life, you know?” Though his words were deceptively bright, Germany had noted the fact that Italy had been averting his gaze the entire evening.

Germany smiled slightly, hoping to reassure him. “It would be good to have everyone here.”

Italy peered through his lashes at Germany. “Even America?”

“Hmm, maybe not him.” Germany joked, standing to stir the pasta.

“Oh, I know you have a soft spot for him.” Italy protested, dumping the cutting board into the sink. “Care to wash this for me?”

Germany stepped over and started the water, waiting for it to heat up. The kitchen was starting to smell of spices. “I don’t have a soft spot for him.”

Italy smiled, lightly pushing into Germany’s ribs with his elbow as he walked past him. “Sure.” Germany returned the smile. It seemed that now that the touch barrier has been broken, things were finally less tense.

The conversation faded as Germany enjoyed the warm kitchen, the tile underneath his socked feet, and Italy’s quiet humming. It was serene and peaceful. He gazed out the window facing Italy’s back garden, noting that Italy had strung up strands of round lights through the branches of the trees, barely visible against the searing light of the sunset against the clouds.

“I think Japan is in love with him.”

Germany blinked, shocked by Italy’s idea. “Really?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. He began scrubbing at the cutting board.

“Mm-hmm!”

Germany towel-dried it and strode over to Italy. “I don’t believe you. Where does this go?” He lifted the cutting board up slightly.

Italy pointed to a narrow cupboard as he stirred the pasta sauce. “There. Have you seen how they interact?”

“Yes.” Germany raised a single eyebrow as he put up the cupboard. “They talk as friends.” He opened the fridge and peered into the cheese drawer. “You have no parmesan.”

Italy set his spoon on a spoon rest and walked over. “How did I run out of parmesan?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you ate it all.”

Germany looked over as Italy plucked a note from the door.

Italy read the note in Italian. “I got the last of the Parmesan. The Potato Bastard will take you to a farmer's market and you'll have to get more. Romano.”

“Romano took it?” Germany asked, surprised. “He must have stole it while I was back in your office.”

Italy shook his head with a fond smile, too distracted to question why Germany was back there in the first place. “He’s sneaky when he wants to be. He wants you to take me to a farmer’s market to get more.”

Germany hummed. “I’m sure we can find one over the next couple days.”

“That would be fun!” Italy agreed, stuffing the note in his pocket.

“So you were saying?” Germany asked, shutting the fridge door. “About Japan and America?”

“Oh, so you’re interested?” Italy asked with a grin, untying his apron and hanging it on a magnetized hook on the fridge.

Germany felt his cheeks heat up. “I just want to know how Japan is doing. It’s what friends do.”

Italy quirked an eyebrow. “Mm-hmm... have you ever noticed that when America walks in, Japan is one of the first to notice? He always seems to have time to watch a scary movie with him, no matter what he has going on.”

“That’s a friend thing.” Germany protested. “I do the same for you.” Despite the neutral tone of his voice, he felt shaky. Sure, he did the same thing, but what he felt for Italy was beyond friendship.

“Well yes,” Italy allowed. “But is Japan really the type? You’re really affectionate. He’s not.”

“I’m not affectionate!” Germany protested loudly.

Italy turned off the burner to the pasta and carried it over to the strainer. Germany hadn’t even realized he’d forgotten about it. “Sure you are! Everyone’s affectionate in their own way. Like when you remind me to grab an umbrella when it rains, or when you taught me how to throw a hand grenade, or how sometimes when I fall asleep on the couch you carry me to bed!”

Germany grunted. “All that is just human decency.” He determinedly ignored the other man as he pulled two bowls from the cupboard.

“You are affectionate in your actions. Not in words.” Italy continued, carrying the strainer back to the stove and dumping the pasta into the liquid in the pot. He stirred the contents and sniffed, sighing. “So is Japan. But he is less open about it. He is antisocial and often doesn’t enjoy going to other people’s houses, but he goes to America’s more frequently than anyone’s. More frequent than yours and ours, even!”

Germany considered this, grabbing two spoons. “Suppose you were somehow right. What about America?”

“What does he always say? His catchphrase, maybe?”

“... ‘I’m hungry’?”

Italy laughed. “Other than that.”

“Well, he always refers to himself as a hero.” Germany answered, carrying the dishes to the table. “What do you want to drink?”

Italy tipped the pot over, pouring the soup into a serving bowl. “Wine, please.”

“What kind?” Germany grabbed two wine glasses.

“Hmm... how about the Masseto Toscana? It should go well with the soup.”

Germany crouched by the wine rack, his eyebrows furrowed. He started pulling the bottles out one by one, examining the labels. “Why is him calling himself a hero relevant?”

Italy carried the bowl over to the table. “Because he cares a lot about his self image, right?”

Germany growled to himself as he pulled the third bottle of wine off the rack. “So?”

“Why would he call Japan over to watch scary movies constantly if it made him look like a coward?”

Germany prayed for the sweet release of death as he pulled the sixth bottle of wine halfway off the rack before noticing that the label was wrong.

Italy crouched next to him and considered the wine rack for a moment before removing a bottle from the bottom row. “Perhaps because America wants an excuse for Japan to come over.”

Straightening along with Italy, he grunted an affirmation.

“You think I’m right?” Italy asked, delightedly beaming as he noticed Germany had nothing to say.

“Nein.” Germany answered, making his way to the table. “I just can’t believe this conversation is actually starting to make logical sense.” He took a seat.

Italy shook his head, also sitting. “You just wait, Germany. Watch them spend time together and you’ll have to believe me!”

Germany grunted, ladleing soup into his bowl. “Not likely. What is this you’ve made?”

Italy let the conversation slide. “Pasta e Fagioli!” He proclaimed, popping the cork of the wine and pouring himself half a glass. He offered his hand for Germany’s glass.

Germany passed it. He always preferred a cold beer to anything else, but it wasn’t like he hated wine. “Sounds good.” He accepted his glass and took a bite of the soup, the warmth seeping through his entire being and soothing all the emotional ache of the day.

“It’s good?” Italy asked.

Germany realized his eyes had closed as he opened them. “It’s wunderbare.”

“Great!” Italy’s entire being seemed to brighten at his words.

“I was thinking about what we could do tomorrow. It has been so long since I’ve taken time to tour your country. I was thinking we could walk around Rome.”

Italy laughed, taking a sip of wine. “If you want to see what has changed here, Rome isn’t the best place to do it, Germany, everything is so old!”

Germany hummed. “Perhaps. I just remember we had a good time there.”

“Aww, Germany, that’s so sweet!”

“Germany attempted to hide his embarassment by tilting his wine glass upward and taking a sip.

“How is it?” Italy asked.

Germany tried to think of something intelligent to say. He knew that Italy was something of a wine efficianado. “It... tastes like wine. Good wine. It tastes good.”

Italy smiled like he was trying to hold in laughter. “I hope so, I have been saving it for a special occasion!”

“What special occasion?” Germany hoped Italy didn’t intend to mention the discoveries of today. That was the last thing he wanted to think about.

Italy raised his wine glass in a toast. “Your first vacation since 1990!”

Germany raised his glass, smiling. The two clinked their glasses.

“This wine was bottled that same year, you know.” Italy quipped. “Very convenient! Almost like it was meant to be!”

“We took that vacation in Turkey, yes?” Germany asked, taking another sip of wine. It was starting to grow on him.

Italy nodded. “Yes! Your latest vacation and it is with me almost three decades later... if that isn’t a reason to open up a 2,000 euro bottle of wine, I don’t know what is!”

Germany choked on his drink. He coughed and hacked, bending forward on the table as the worst of the coughs passed.

“Are you okay?” Italy asked.

“What the hell?!” He cursed in German.

“Gesundheit.” Italy offered.

Germany stared at the glass sitting on the table, wondering how much money he had drank in the two sips he had. “This wine was 2,000 euros?!”

Italy shrugged. “Well it was actually around 2,300, but... I’m not really particular about that sort of thing.”

“Jesus Christ.” Germany gasped.

“Well if you’re religious, yes!”

Germany squinted confusedly at the man sitting opposite of him.

“Get it? Wine? Blood of Christ?” Italy tried, stirring his soup. “It’s a Catholic joke.”

Germany lay his forehead in his palm. “My God, Italy.”

“Actually, he’s my God unless you’re Cath-”

“Italy!”

Germany lay in bed a few hours later, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. He allowed it to hang over his forehead and brush his eyebrows as he stared at the wall. Italy’s guest room had always been beautiful, what with the four poster bed and the glass double doors that lead to a balcony. The moon was half full tonight, allowing a soft blue light to spill into the room. What exactly had happened today? Well, he knew what happened. But it was just so much to process. How do you process learning that the past you thought you had wasn’t even half of your life? That you had an entire past that you didn’t even remember? That you died and somehow miraculously came back to life? It was all so much. There was really nothing he could do for that except give himself time to acclimate himself to this feeling. To this desire to learn about himself.

He realized that he was so busy worrying about all that that he had barely taken the time to consider what this meant for Italy. For him. For the both of them, maybe. They used to be... together? Maybe? Did that even count? Here Germany thought he had never even had his first kiss when he had it with Italy of all people. And Italy... he’d loved him too, once. That was the worst part. That in the past he had what was perhaps his greatest desire and he couldn’t even remember it. And beside that was the question of if Italy was even his friend because he was Germany. Did Italy stick around for who he was now, or for a ghost of someone Germany didn’t even know? Of someone he didn’t even remember? The question had been gnawing at his thoughts all day. A dull ache in the back of his mind as he joked around with Italy and spent the rest of the day in what could have been considered a domestic atmosphere. He sighed aloud and turned onto his back. It was then that he saw a shadow in the doorway.

“Germany?” It said.

Germany sat up in his bed, allowing the covers to fall off his shoulders and into his lap. “Italy.” He rubbed his eyes. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Italy stepped forward into the moonlight, his tan skin unusually pale in the blue light. He wore a T-shirt that was slightly too large for him over a pair of boxers. His hair was tousled, but Germany figured that was from tossing and turning more than anything else. “No.”

Germany nodded. “Me neither.”

Italy’s right hand crossed over his body and gripped his left wrist sheepishly. “... Would you mind if I shared your bed with you tonight?”

Uh-oh. “At least you actually asked this time.” Germany sighed, scooching over and pulling the covers back for him. “It beats you sneaking in while I’m sleeping.”

Italy smiled, his shy air disappearing entirely. “Yes! Thank you, Germany!”

Germany lay back down, glad for the darkness as it shielded Italy from the glowing blush on his cheeks. “Ja ja, just try not to take all the covers this time.”

“I will. Thank you, Germany.”

Silence reigned as Germany turned on his side, his back facing Italy. He shut his eyes, willing himself to go to sleep. Minutes passed and he didn’t get any more tired.

“Something is wrong.” It wasn’t a question.

Germany didn’t even turn his head. “No.”

The weight on the bed shifted as Italy turned to face Germany, propping himself up on his elbow. “You’re lying. I said earlier I would answer all your questions, remember?”

“I said there was nothing wrong, and there is nothing wrong.” Germany snapped. “Why can’t you just listen?”

“Do you remember when we became friends?”

Germany furrowed his brows. He wondered if Italy had figured out what was bothering him. “Unfortunately.”

“I say a lot of things, Germany. I love to talk! But I remember something I said that day. I said that we could protect each other, and I would disappoint you! It was a promise I made when we formed our alliance!”

“You realize that was not in the formal agree-”

“-Point being,” Italy interrupted. “It was a promise I made when we formed our alliance. Our friendship! So when I don’t listen to what you say, I am only making good on my promise.”

Germany turned over at this, fixating his beady glare on Italy.

He was smiling uncaringly, like Germany had just offered to tell him a joke. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response.

Germany contemplated what he said, wondering if he should even bother. How would it look if he asked Italy that question? Would that make things weird? Worst of all, what if Italy had befriended Germany because he was Holy Rome before? What then? “It really isn’t a big deal.”

“It is to me.” Italy said. He delivered it like his words had no weight. Like it wasn’t the very thing Germany needed to hear most.

Germany sighed and faced the ceiling again. He tried to speak as though he weren’t contemplating this all day. “When you found me, did you just want to become my friend to see if I was Holy Rome?”

There was only the briefest pause.

“Germany, do you really think that?” Italy asked, his voice heavy.

Germany frowned, not tearing his gaze away from the ceiling. “I don’t know. I was just wondering.”

“No!” Italy protested, shaking his head furiously. “Not at all! I only started suspecting it after World War Two!”

Germany finally looked at Italy. “Really?”

“Of course! I thought you just looked like him! The same way that Canada looks like America, or like Sealand looks like a gremlin! Before I was an investigator, Germany, I was your friend. First and foremost, always and forever!”

Germany felt a massive weight lift off his shoulders. “Oh. That’s good.” He said.

Italy lay down and faced him, his brown eyes gazing cautiously into his blue. His mouth split into a smile. “What do you want to do in Rome tomorrow?”

“Mm... we have to see the colloseum for sure.” Germany answered, fully aware that Italy was trying to distract him.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been seen it.” Italy reminisced.

“How long?”

Italy frowned, thinking.

Germany noticed Italy’s eyes were half closed, weighed down by exhaustion.

“Probably... actually, I don’t think I’ve been there since it was still an actual arena...”

“How long ago was that?” Germany asked, slightly shocked.

“Mm...” Italy yawned. “I don’t know. It’s too late to think.”

The corners of Germany’s mouth lifted as Italy’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Good night, Germany.”

“Good night, Italy.” Germany let his eyes close as well, immediately sinking into a heavy and merciful sleep.

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koolkat9 · 3 years

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Could you maybe do angst 10 with GerIta for the prompt thing? I really enjoy reading your stories :)

Okay first off, I’m happy to hear you enjoy reading my stuff, thank you! Also thanks for the prompt. I’m not use to writing GerIta, but it was my OTP for a long while so hopefully it I did it justice. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

Paring: GerIta

He was quiet. Too quiet. He had a small smile on his face as opposed to the usual goofy grin that he usually adorned. And his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Usually so full of life and happiness were now dim and looked out at nothing. It was clear that something was bugging Feliciano, but the question Ludwig couldn’t answer was why. Now the Italian was easily upset, be it over the tiniest wound or an animal dying in a movie, but that usually ended with crying and hugs and lasted no more than ten minutes. But this was different, this was silent, as though he was trying to hide the fact. So something was seriously wrong.

“I can’t recall Lovino saying anything about a fight,” Kiku noted over the phone, “what about Erse?”

Ludwig looked back into the living room where Feliciano was petting Aster. He had a smile on his face, but his eyes gave a different story. “I asked her about it already. She said she hadn’t heard anything.”

“Well...maybe go to the source. Just ask him.”

“Wh-What? Y-You know I’m terrible with this kind of thing.”

Kiku sighed on the other end. “I know, but it's best to figure this out as soon as possible. Plus, you’re his closest friend.”

“Fine...I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Good. Kōun!”

Ludwig made his way back into the living room just as Feliciano was getting up from the sofa. “Ah, Ludwig you’re back. I’m sorry to leave so suddenly, but Marcello needs a ride to his little meeting thing.” Without waiting for a response, he pushed past Ludwig and began heading to the door.

“Feli wait!

“Hmm?”

“Ah…” Ludwig stuttered slightly, trying to figure out the best approach. The longer it took the worse his anxiety over the whole situation. “I’ll see you next meeting.”

“Si, text you later.”

Felciano headed out the door, leaving Ludwig behind with a pit in his stomach growing.

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A few weeks later, the meeting came around. The meeting had just concluded and Ludwig hung back, preparing himself to ask Feliciano what had been going on. He flipped through the notes he had made after reading countless articles and books about the topic. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar head of auburn hair walk by and towards the exit. He immediately got up, not wanting to miss his chance again.

Unfortunately, he was stopped by Arthur. “Hey, Ludwig? Is everything okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his eye.

“Uh...yeah just...distracted.”

Arthur followed Ludwig’s gaze to find that he was looking at Feliciano. When he turned back to Ludwig, a smirk grew on his face. “I-It's not like that,” Ludwig stuttered, his cheeks turning bright red.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“You have that glint in your eye.”

“What glint?”

“That mischievous, knowing glint. Stop it.”

The Brit let out a chuckle and patted his friend on the back. “Fine, fine. Good luck.” And with that, he left him to chase after Feliciano.

Ludwig broke out into a brisk walk, hoping Feli hadn’t gotten too far. Luckily, he was still in the doorway. His face was turned to the ground and his shoulders were shaking. “Feli?”

“I’m fine,” his voice cracked, “everything is fine.”

Ludwig took hold of his friend’s shoulders. “Feliciano look at me right now!”

Both were silent for a moment, Feliciano refusing to look up. Eventually, the silence became too much and Feli broke. “It doesn’t matter now. How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” he cried, the tears finally falling. Without thinking, Ludwig wrapped the now sobbing Italian in his arms. Feliciano tried to push away. “It's fine Ludwing. D-Don’t let me ruin your date with Arthur.”

“Stop let me explain.”

“No...Ludwig please...I…”

A sigh came from behind them. “Can you two not do anything yourselves? Ludwig and I aren’t dating, we’re just friends,” Arthur said, “I’m probably about to get punched but the person Ludwig likes is you.”

Ludwig turned towards his other friend with a glare. “Arthur.”

Fortunately for England, Feliciano redirected Ludwig’s attention with his blubbering. “Is it true?”

“Uh...J-Ja…” They lapsed into silence once more other than the occasional sniff from Feliciano. “We have a lot to talk about, how about over dinner?”

Feliciano wiped his nose in his sleeve and gave him a bright smile. “I’d like that.”

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#hetalia #hws #gerita #hws germany #hws italy #hws england #hws japan #angst #with a little fluff at the end #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction

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