[fic] If Italian charms don't win them over
Title: If Italian charms don't win them over
Author: dark_tenshi17 and co-author (who wishes to remain anon)
Pairing: N.Italy/Germany
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fail attempts German seduction
Notes: written for the kink meme, human names used
Summary: N.Italy tries to woo Germany but has a hard time succeeding and advice from others doesn't help much either.
"Una rosa blu sulla pelle tua
mi ricordi Londra snob e bionda con un filo di follia
dicono di te... pare che ci stai
che ti scaldi presto che poi tutto il resto e non ti leghi mai"
Standing below Ludwig's window, Feliciano sang his heart out to his love. Italian's were known for their ability to serenade their lovers, and Feliciano was going to show Ludwig how much he loved him.
"Ma se fossi mia io ti legherei
con un laccio al cuore che ti faccia male quando te ne vai."
The words came to him easily, and the band playing in the background helped to make the mood. Now Feliciano had only to wait until his Ludwig appeared.
How long had he been chasing the younger male? He couldn't remember but this would definitely be the way he captured his loves heart!
The window he was serenading to opened and an amused/slightly irritated at having woken up Gilbert stuck his head out, looking down at him. "I knew you always loved me Feli-chan!" he laughed down at the now severely flushed Italian.
"W-what? G-Gilbert!" Feliciano cried out in shock as he noticed the wrong German looking out at him. "W-where's Ludwig!?"
"The next room over, we switched last Saturday," Gilbert sighed, disappointed that Feliciano wasn't actually singing for him. "Oh and he sleeps like a rock these days so good luck trying to wake him.”
"VEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Feliciano cried in shock, horrified that his plan had failed.
"Oh and I think the police are coming…well that's usual whenever there's loud noise from our house." Gilbert laughed and watched as the Italian and his band tried to quickly disband and flee before the cops arrived.
In the next room Ludwig slept on oblivious.
--
At the meeting before the G8 summit, Ludwig was talking about the changes his country was making to become more environmentally friendly.
It seemed only a few of the nations were paying attention and only one was taking notes. It was…America?! No that's possible…America was to his left so that meant…oh who was that nation…ah well. Italy was giving him weird looks too, staring at him oddly.
When the meeting was over, Feliciano ran after him smiling happily. "Ludwig! Ludwig! I'm making delicious pasta for lunch, you have to come."
"Pasta?" Ludwig asked, looking at the smaller man with a blink. "Ah well then, that sound delightful."
Feliciano smiled up at him and dragged him out of the meeting room. "I'll make a special batch just for you!"
"Uhm…Feliciano where are you going to do that?" Ludwig asked looking confused.
"In the kitchen silly." Feliciano told him as he pulled Ludwig into the cafeteria. "You just sit here and I will be right back!"
"Wait! You're not allowed back there!" Ludwig said in his typical by the books way. "Besides, that's hardly sanitary."
"Ne, ne, its will be alright!" Feliciano told him with a big smile before running off.
Ludwig called after Feliciano again as he noticed the door to the kitchen opening. He winced when Feliciano ran right into it and fell back with a cry of pain. Sighing he stood up and carried the Italian to the infirmary.
Where he would later be yelled at by Lovino for injuring his ‘idiot brother'.
--
After two failed attempts at wooing Germany, Feliciano needed some advice. He called the one person he knew he could always count on when he needed help. "Big brother Francis!!!!"
"Do you know vat time it is?! No vine pour tu!" Francis shouted in the phone in his typical way before calming down and actually asking who it was.
"I don't know what to do!" Feliciano told him a few minutes later, after explaining every thing. "I've tried to woo him and I've tried to cook for him! Both of them didn't work!"
"I sink it because you keep 'aving zese set backs…also Germany is an oblivious idiot. Tu should try someting more 'in your face' with zat one." Francis said, nodding sagely even if Feliciano couldn't see it.
Feliciano thought that over, what was straight forward? After thinking about it he grinned. He knew exactly what he needed to do. "Thank you Francis nii-chan!" He said before hanging up. Tomorrow Ludwig would definitely know how he felt about him!
--
It was weird, but for the last while Feliciano had been calling Ludwig for various outings and acting really strange around him. He'd asked his brüder about it but Gilbert had been no of help aside from telling him to 'claim Feliciano's vital regions'…whatever that meant. Today he'd been called out to Feliciano's house for…whatever he wanted to do. Still it was a nice break and he did love visiting, the Italian’s house was so lovely.
"Come on Ludwig we can't be late!" Feliciano was saying, as pulled Ludwig down a nearby street. "If we don't get there soon it'll leave without us!"
"O-Okay!" Ludwig said completely bewildered as the hyper-active Italian pulled him around.
Feliciano offered him a smile at that. When they came out the other side of the street, the Italian pointed to a gondola. "Look! I reserved it for us."
The look Feliciano gave him was one that Ludwig could not explain, but it made his heart feel funny. "Just for us?”
“Si!" Feliciano said happily as he led Ludwig over to the boat.
"D-Danke…" Ludwig said, flush lightly tracing his features as he was sat in the chair, Feliciano sitting right in front of him, facing him in another chair.
The gondolier pushed the boat away from the dock, and soon they were in the middle of the river. Feliciano was still smiling at him, and Ludwig couldn't understand just why the Italian was giving him that look.
"Isn't Venice nice?" Feliciano asked suddenly.
"Ja, it's very beautiful, thank you for inviting me out." Ludwig said smiling a bit bigger at Feliciano, though still with a hint of shyness.
Feliciano's own smile widened at that. "Our gondolier is going to start singing! They all sing wonderfully!"
His words were half true. The Gondolier opened his mouth and began to sing as he guided the boat. His singing however was less than wonderful. In fact it sounded like someone was trying to strangle a frog.
"Uhm…" Ludwig blinked, trying to think of a compliment that didn't sound…to horrible or mean. Failing to think up anything he just started to look at the building instead.
In front of him, Feliciano looked like he was about to cry.
--
Later that day, Feliciano stomped into his brother's house looking furious. "I know you sabotaged the date I had with Ludwig!"
"Hmph, don't yell at me, I was doing you a favour and saving you from the potato bastard." Lovino said, looking away. Currently he was making his and his brother's favourite dish, pasta.
Feliciano growled and walked over to Lovino, pushing him against the counter. "I love Ludwig! And I will not let you get in the way of my trying to show him that!"
"H-Hey! Get your hands off of me idiot!" Lovino said a little unnerved by the look in Feliciano's eyes.
"No, not until you promise to stay out of my plans for sedu-wooing Ludwig." Feliciano told him coldly.
"F-Fine! Go fuck the potato-bastard for all I care!" Lovino said, trying to push Feliciano off of him.
Feliciano's smile was not at all pleasant. "Eventually, I plan to do that. But first I have to let him know how much I love him. And I don't want any interruptions." He said, before pulling away and taking a seat at the table. "When is the pasta going to be ready?"
"Uhhhh…" Lovino stuttered dumbly, eyes wide and terrified while he looked at his brother. "W-Whenever! I g-gotta go!" and with a swish, ran out of the kitchen and out of the house to go hide at 'idiot-Spain's' for a while.
Feliciano smiled to himself at that, before helping himself to some pasta. That would teach his brother to meddle in his affairs.
--
Another meeting which meant another time Ludwig had to spend breaking up fights between nearly everyone and making people actually do their work. This meeting was no less stressful than others, and when his brother managed to put a spider down Roderich's shirt that called for a break, lest Ludwig blow a vein. On a more positive note Lovino seemed to be avoiding him and not flinging insults at his face.
Unfortunately that was replaced with Francis giving him weird leers and nearly everyone else looking like they were either rooting for him, for what he had no idea, or secretly laughing at him.
Distracted by looking through his papers, Ludwig didn't notice when a knock sounded on the meeting room door. When his brother called his name, was he snickering? Ludwig sighed and went to answer the door. There was a man standing there with a bouquet of roses, wearing a suit. When he saw Ludwig he fell to his knees. "Youuuuuuu are so beautiful to meeeeeee. Can't you seeeeeeeeeeee."
So surprised was he that he slammed the door in the man's face, bouquet of roses, that likely had very sharp thorns, and all. The entire room stared at him with wide eyes but he just turned around, sat at his desk and said, 'wrong door', immediately going back to work.
On the other side of the room, Feliciano looked like he was about to stab someone.
--
"I just don't know what to do." Feliciano said, as he picked at his pizza. "I've tried almost everything and Ludwig just doesn't get it."
"Man that sucks," Alfred said, looking sympathetic to Feliciano.
"Yes, I mean I can't believe he's that oblivious." Matthew said though no one heard his comment, except maybe Francis.
Feliciano nodded dejectedly. "I'm about ready to give up. I've done everything in the book! And followed big brother Francis’ advice too. . ."
"Perhaps Feliciano-chan you should try something a little more…ordinary?" Kiku suggested.
"Ah! Yeah! Like diner and a movie!" Matthew suggested, but was once again ignored.
"Hey I've got a great idea, how about diner and a movie!" Alfred suggested while Arthur nodded that it wouldn't be too bad of an idea…this time and Francis complained Americans had no taste.
"Is that how they do it in America?" Feliciano asked, perking up slightly.
"Yeah!" Alfred said blatantly ignoring Matthew who was glaring at him for claiming his idea.
"Then that's what I'll try!" Feliciano said excitedly, stuffing his pizza into his mouth.
"Great!" Alfred said as Matthew stood dumped coke on his head then walked out leaving the American to screech about cold soda going down his back.
--
That very weekend Ludwig found himself at a movie theatre, with two tickets to a movie likely made by America. He stood in front of Feliciano who was currently purchasing them popcorn and other snacks. "I can buy my own Feliciano, you don't need to worry about me."
"No, I'm treating you." His Italian companion said stubbornly as he paid for the snacks. Once that was done they headed into the theatre. "We should sit in the back!" He declared suddenly, grabbing on to Ludwig's arm and dragging him into an empty row of seats.
"Ah but will we be able to see the screen and hear it?" Ludwig asked, watching as his friend attempted to not poor all the popcorn and other snacks, as well as the drinks, all over the place while he got into his seat.
Feliciano nodded distractedly. "Si, Ludwig has good eyes and ears right?" He added with a cheerful smile. "Come sit!"
"Yes well…alright." Ludwig said and took a seat beside Feliciano, waiting for the movie to start.
When the movie started, it opened with a flare of sappy music and even sappier dialogue. Since Feliciano hadn't let Ludwig know which movie they were going to see, he was surprise to find out that it was a romance film.
"Ah well this seems…enjoyable." Ludwig said sitting back and trying to lose himself in the movie.
As the movie progressed it began to get worse and worse. On top of that Feliciano seemed completely unable to sit still. He would move closer to and then suddenly move away again. Ludwig wondered if he had eaten something bad or perhaps had to use the bathroom.
"Uhm…if you need to leave…or if we want to leave…that would be okay with me." Ludwig said, wincing as the name Bella was screamed again.
"No! I'm fine." Feliciano said, shifting closer once again. "Ludwig. . . I-" Just as it seemed as though he were about to say something, and then. . .
"EDDDDWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAARRRRRDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!" Was suddenly screamed, and a chorus of screeching voices soon joined in the call.
"Mein Gott…Let's get out of here!" Ludwig groaned, "this has got to be the worst movie in the history of mankind."
Feliciano nodded and Ludwig stood, taking his hand and leading him out of the theatre. When he heard Feliciano begin to cry, he sympathised completely; it truly had been a dreadful movie.
--
"I really don't think that's a good idea. . ." Feliciano said uncertainly, as he stared at Gilbert over a cup of coffee. "Ludwig wouldn't like that at all."
"But it works on Roderich all the time and they’re both stick to the rules, got sticks up their asses guys," Gilbert said over his beer, "why wouldn't it work?"
Feliciano just sighed and shook his head. "Ludwig isn't like Roderich. . ."
"Well you've exhausted a lot of your other options." Gilbert sighed finishing his beer and going for another.
"He'd never go for that though." Feliciano insisted, feeling as though it was just time to give up. "And I don't want him to hate me like Roderich hate's you. I just don't understand why he hasn't clued in. It's not that hard to understand is it?"
"Hey, what do you mean hates me!" Gilbert growled then thought about the last bit of the statement, "Oh right…I never got around to tell him about that did I…whoops! Didn't think he'd need it!"
Feliciano's eyes narrowed at that. "Didn't get around to telling him about what?"
"Oh well…you know…the birds and the bees." Gilbert laughed awkwardly, a little frightened by the look Feliciano was giving him.
"You didn't teach him about sex!" Feliciano asked in surprise and shock. "Did you teach him about romance or love? Or anything like that!"
"Love!? That's sissy stuff for the aristocracy! I'm above love!" Gilbert boasted loudly.
Feliciano sighed at that. "Thanks to you, this is going to be even harder than I first thought. I guess all that's left is going with the direct approach."
"That's what I said!" Gilbert laughed, choking on his beer.
Feliciano ignored him.
--
It was late at night and Ludwig had just gotten home from a long and stressful day of work. He wanted to just collapse into bed, not even caring if the house was a disaster or if Gilbert forgot to feed the dogs.
Opening the door he walked in and threw his keys and wallet down, taking off his jacket and shoes, putting both away. Finishing that, he began to walk upstairs when something caught his eye. Feliciano was lying on the living room couch, fast asleep.
Pondering a moment whether they were suppose to meet up or not, Ludwig decided to hell with it and went and picked the smaller man up, carrying him upstairs and into one of the spare bedroom beds before going and sleeping in his own bed.
Later, during the night, Ludwig woke up as the blankets covering him were lifted and someone crawled into the bed next to him.
"Hm, Fel…Feliciano?" he asked groggily, blinking at the man sneaking into his bed.
"Si." Feliciano said, snuggling right up to him. "I wanted to talk to you earlier, but I fell asleep."
"That's my fault, I was out late at work…" Ludwig said, stiffly accepting Feliciano's snuggles, "If you're cold though you could ask for blankets…" he yawned.
Feliciano shook his head. "I'm not cold; I like to be close to you. That's because I. . .really love you Ludwig."
"Hm…I love you too." Ludwig said as he drifted off and fell asleep.
"Ve. . .I'll tell him again in the morning." Feliciano said, amused that Ludwig probably hadn't really registered what he had been told. "Goodnight Ludwig." He said, kissing the other's cheek before falling asleep himself.
Fin
Notes:
This was probably one of the most fun fills that I've written. I hope you all enjoyed and the original requester of the fill drew us a thank you pic which just has to be included. I'm linking the kink meme post for: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11411.html?thread=23134867#t23134867
*ducks head* sorry for the little bit of anti-Twilightness)
Author: dark_tenshi17 and co-author (who wishes to remain anon)
Pairing: N.Italy/Germany
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fail attempts German seduction
Notes: written for the kink meme, human names used
Summary: N.Italy tries to woo Germany but has a hard time succeeding and advice from others doesn't help much either.
"Una rosa blu sulla pelle tua
mi ricordi Londra snob e bionda con un filo di follia
dicono di te... pare che ci stai
che ti scaldi presto che poi tutto il resto e non ti leghi mai"
Standing below Ludwig's window, Feliciano sang his heart out to his love. Italian's were known for their ability to serenade their lovers, and Feliciano was going to show Ludwig how much he loved him.
"Ma se fossi mia io ti legherei
con un laccio al cuore che ti faccia male quando te ne vai."
The words came to him easily, and the band playing in the background helped to make the mood. Now Feliciano had only to wait until his Ludwig appeared.
How long had he been chasing the younger male? He couldn't remember but this would definitely be the way he captured his loves heart!
The window he was serenading to opened and an amused/slightly irritated at having woken up Gilbert stuck his head out, looking down at him. "I knew you always loved me Feli-chan!" he laughed down at the now severely flushed Italian.
"W-what? G-Gilbert!" Feliciano cried out in shock as he noticed the wrong German looking out at him. "W-where's Ludwig!?"
"The next room over, we switched last Saturday," Gilbert sighed, disappointed that Feliciano wasn't actually singing for him. "Oh and he sleeps like a rock these days so good luck trying to wake him.”
"VEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Feliciano cried in shock, horrified that his plan had failed.
"Oh and I think the police are coming…well that's usual whenever there's loud noise from our house." Gilbert laughed and watched as the Italian and his band tried to quickly disband and flee before the cops arrived.
In the next room Ludwig slept on oblivious.
--
At the meeting before the G8 summit, Ludwig was talking about the changes his country was making to become more environmentally friendly.
It seemed only a few of the nations were paying attention and only one was taking notes. It was…America?! No that's possible…America was to his left so that meant…oh who was that nation…ah well. Italy was giving him weird looks too, staring at him oddly.
When the meeting was over, Feliciano ran after him smiling happily. "Ludwig! Ludwig! I'm making delicious pasta for lunch, you have to come."
"Pasta?" Ludwig asked, looking at the smaller man with a blink. "Ah well then, that sound delightful."
Feliciano smiled up at him and dragged him out of the meeting room. "I'll make a special batch just for you!"
"Uhm…Feliciano where are you going to do that?" Ludwig asked looking confused.
"In the kitchen silly." Feliciano told him as he pulled Ludwig into the cafeteria. "You just sit here and I will be right back!"
"Wait! You're not allowed back there!" Ludwig said in his typical by the books way. "Besides, that's hardly sanitary."
"Ne, ne, its will be alright!" Feliciano told him with a big smile before running off.
Ludwig called after Feliciano again as he noticed the door to the kitchen opening. He winced when Feliciano ran right into it and fell back with a cry of pain. Sighing he stood up and carried the Italian to the infirmary.
Where he would later be yelled at by Lovino for injuring his ‘idiot brother'.
--
After two failed attempts at wooing Germany, Feliciano needed some advice. He called the one person he knew he could always count on when he needed help. "Big brother Francis!!!!"
"Do you know vat time it is?! No vine pour tu!" Francis shouted in the phone in his typical way before calming down and actually asking who it was.
"I don't know what to do!" Feliciano told him a few minutes later, after explaining every thing. "I've tried to woo him and I've tried to cook for him! Both of them didn't work!"
"I sink it because you keep 'aving zese set backs…also Germany is an oblivious idiot. Tu should try someting more 'in your face' with zat one." Francis said, nodding sagely even if Feliciano couldn't see it.
Feliciano thought that over, what was straight forward? After thinking about it he grinned. He knew exactly what he needed to do. "Thank you Francis nii-chan!" He said before hanging up. Tomorrow Ludwig would definitely know how he felt about him!
--
It was weird, but for the last while Feliciano had been calling Ludwig for various outings and acting really strange around him. He'd asked his brüder about it but Gilbert had been no of help aside from telling him to 'claim Feliciano's vital regions'…whatever that meant. Today he'd been called out to Feliciano's house for…whatever he wanted to do. Still it was a nice break and he did love visiting, the Italian’s house was so lovely.
"Come on Ludwig we can't be late!" Feliciano was saying, as pulled Ludwig down a nearby street. "If we don't get there soon it'll leave without us!"
"O-Okay!" Ludwig said completely bewildered as the hyper-active Italian pulled him around.
Feliciano offered him a smile at that. When they came out the other side of the street, the Italian pointed to a gondola. "Look! I reserved it for us."
The look Feliciano gave him was one that Ludwig could not explain, but it made his heart feel funny. "Just for us?”
“Si!" Feliciano said happily as he led Ludwig over to the boat.
"D-Danke…" Ludwig said, flush lightly tracing his features as he was sat in the chair, Feliciano sitting right in front of him, facing him in another chair.
The gondolier pushed the boat away from the dock, and soon they were in the middle of the river. Feliciano was still smiling at him, and Ludwig couldn't understand just why the Italian was giving him that look.
"Isn't Venice nice?" Feliciano asked suddenly.
"Ja, it's very beautiful, thank you for inviting me out." Ludwig said smiling a bit bigger at Feliciano, though still with a hint of shyness.
Feliciano's own smile widened at that. "Our gondolier is going to start singing! They all sing wonderfully!"
His words were half true. The Gondolier opened his mouth and began to sing as he guided the boat. His singing however was less than wonderful. In fact it sounded like someone was trying to strangle a frog.
"Uhm…" Ludwig blinked, trying to think of a compliment that didn't sound…to horrible or mean. Failing to think up anything he just started to look at the building instead.
In front of him, Feliciano looked like he was about to cry.
--
Later that day, Feliciano stomped into his brother's house looking furious. "I know you sabotaged the date I had with Ludwig!"
"Hmph, don't yell at me, I was doing you a favour and saving you from the potato bastard." Lovino said, looking away. Currently he was making his and his brother's favourite dish, pasta.
Feliciano growled and walked over to Lovino, pushing him against the counter. "I love Ludwig! And I will not let you get in the way of my trying to show him that!"
"H-Hey! Get your hands off of me idiot!" Lovino said a little unnerved by the look in Feliciano's eyes.
"No, not until you promise to stay out of my plans for sedu-wooing Ludwig." Feliciano told him coldly.
"F-Fine! Go fuck the potato-bastard for all I care!" Lovino said, trying to push Feliciano off of him.
Feliciano's smile was not at all pleasant. "Eventually, I plan to do that. But first I have to let him know how much I love him. And I don't want any interruptions." He said, before pulling away and taking a seat at the table. "When is the pasta going to be ready?"
"Uhhhh…" Lovino stuttered dumbly, eyes wide and terrified while he looked at his brother. "W-Whenever! I g-gotta go!" and with a swish, ran out of the kitchen and out of the house to go hide at 'idiot-Spain's' for a while.
Feliciano smiled to himself at that, before helping himself to some pasta. That would teach his brother to meddle in his affairs.
--
Another meeting which meant another time Ludwig had to spend breaking up fights between nearly everyone and making people actually do their work. This meeting was no less stressful than others, and when his brother managed to put a spider down Roderich's shirt that called for a break, lest Ludwig blow a vein. On a more positive note Lovino seemed to be avoiding him and not flinging insults at his face.
Unfortunately that was replaced with Francis giving him weird leers and nearly everyone else looking like they were either rooting for him, for what he had no idea, or secretly laughing at him.
Distracted by looking through his papers, Ludwig didn't notice when a knock sounded on the meeting room door. When his brother called his name, was he snickering? Ludwig sighed and went to answer the door. There was a man standing there with a bouquet of roses, wearing a suit. When he saw Ludwig he fell to his knees. "Youuuuuuu are so beautiful to meeeeeee. Can't you seeeeeeeeeeee."
So surprised was he that he slammed the door in the man's face, bouquet of roses, that likely had very sharp thorns, and all. The entire room stared at him with wide eyes but he just turned around, sat at his desk and said, 'wrong door', immediately going back to work.
On the other side of the room, Feliciano looked like he was about to stab someone.
--
"I just don't know what to do." Feliciano said, as he picked at his pizza. "I've tried almost everything and Ludwig just doesn't get it."
"Man that sucks," Alfred said, looking sympathetic to Feliciano.
"Yes, I mean I can't believe he's that oblivious." Matthew said though no one heard his comment, except maybe Francis.
Feliciano nodded dejectedly. "I'm about ready to give up. I've done everything in the book! And followed big brother Francis’ advice too. . ."
"Perhaps Feliciano-chan you should try something a little more…ordinary?" Kiku suggested.
"Ah! Yeah! Like diner and a movie!" Matthew suggested, but was once again ignored.
"Hey I've got a great idea, how about diner and a movie!" Alfred suggested while Arthur nodded that it wouldn't be too bad of an idea…this time and Francis complained Americans had no taste.
"Is that how they do it in America?" Feliciano asked, perking up slightly.
"Yeah!" Alfred said blatantly ignoring Matthew who was glaring at him for claiming his idea.
"Then that's what I'll try!" Feliciano said excitedly, stuffing his pizza into his mouth.
"Great!" Alfred said as Matthew stood dumped coke on his head then walked out leaving the American to screech about cold soda going down his back.
--
That very weekend Ludwig found himself at a movie theatre, with two tickets to a movie likely made by America. He stood in front of Feliciano who was currently purchasing them popcorn and other snacks. "I can buy my own Feliciano, you don't need to worry about me."
"No, I'm treating you." His Italian companion said stubbornly as he paid for the snacks. Once that was done they headed into the theatre. "We should sit in the back!" He declared suddenly, grabbing on to Ludwig's arm and dragging him into an empty row of seats.
"Ah but will we be able to see the screen and hear it?" Ludwig asked, watching as his friend attempted to not poor all the popcorn and other snacks, as well as the drinks, all over the place while he got into his seat.
Feliciano nodded distractedly. "Si, Ludwig has good eyes and ears right?" He added with a cheerful smile. "Come sit!"
"Yes well…alright." Ludwig said and took a seat beside Feliciano, waiting for the movie to start.
When the movie started, it opened with a flare of sappy music and even sappier dialogue. Since Feliciano hadn't let Ludwig know which movie they were going to see, he was surprise to find out that it was a romance film.
"Ah well this seems…enjoyable." Ludwig said sitting back and trying to lose himself in the movie.
As the movie progressed it began to get worse and worse. On top of that Feliciano seemed completely unable to sit still. He would move closer to and then suddenly move away again. Ludwig wondered if he had eaten something bad or perhaps had to use the bathroom.
"Uhm…if you need to leave…or if we want to leave…that would be okay with me." Ludwig said, wincing as the name Bella was screamed again.
"No! I'm fine." Feliciano said, shifting closer once again. "Ludwig. . . I-" Just as it seemed as though he were about to say something, and then. . .
"EDDDDWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAARRRRRDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!" Was suddenly screamed, and a chorus of screeching voices soon joined in the call.
"Mein Gott…Let's get out of here!" Ludwig groaned, "this has got to be the worst movie in the history of mankind."
Feliciano nodded and Ludwig stood, taking his hand and leading him out of the theatre. When he heard Feliciano begin to cry, he sympathised completely; it truly had been a dreadful movie.
--
"I really don't think that's a good idea. . ." Feliciano said uncertainly, as he stared at Gilbert over a cup of coffee. "Ludwig wouldn't like that at all."
"But it works on Roderich all the time and they’re both stick to the rules, got sticks up their asses guys," Gilbert said over his beer, "why wouldn't it work?"
Feliciano just sighed and shook his head. "Ludwig isn't like Roderich. . ."
"Well you've exhausted a lot of your other options." Gilbert sighed finishing his beer and going for another.
"He'd never go for that though." Feliciano insisted, feeling as though it was just time to give up. "And I don't want him to hate me like Roderich hate's you. I just don't understand why he hasn't clued in. It's not that hard to understand is it?"
"Hey, what do you mean hates me!" Gilbert growled then thought about the last bit of the statement, "Oh right…I never got around to tell him about that did I…whoops! Didn't think he'd need it!"
Feliciano's eyes narrowed at that. "Didn't get around to telling him about what?"
"Oh well…you know…the birds and the bees." Gilbert laughed awkwardly, a little frightened by the look Feliciano was giving him.
"You didn't teach him about sex!" Feliciano asked in surprise and shock. "Did you teach him about romance or love? Or anything like that!"
"Love!? That's sissy stuff for the aristocracy! I'm above love!" Gilbert boasted loudly.
Feliciano sighed at that. "Thanks to you, this is going to be even harder than I first thought. I guess all that's left is going with the direct approach."
"That's what I said!" Gilbert laughed, choking on his beer.
Feliciano ignored him.
--
It was late at night and Ludwig had just gotten home from a long and stressful day of work. He wanted to just collapse into bed, not even caring if the house was a disaster or if Gilbert forgot to feed the dogs.
Opening the door he walked in and threw his keys and wallet down, taking off his jacket and shoes, putting both away. Finishing that, he began to walk upstairs when something caught his eye. Feliciano was lying on the living room couch, fast asleep.
Pondering a moment whether they were suppose to meet up or not, Ludwig decided to hell with it and went and picked the smaller man up, carrying him upstairs and into one of the spare bedroom beds before going and sleeping in his own bed.
Later, during the night, Ludwig woke up as the blankets covering him were lifted and someone crawled into the bed next to him.
"Hm, Fel…Feliciano?" he asked groggily, blinking at the man sneaking into his bed.
"Si." Feliciano said, snuggling right up to him. "I wanted to talk to you earlier, but I fell asleep."
"That's my fault, I was out late at work…" Ludwig said, stiffly accepting Feliciano's snuggles, "If you're cold though you could ask for blankets…" he yawned.
Feliciano shook his head. "I'm not cold; I like to be close to you. That's because I. . .really love you Ludwig."
"Hm…I love you too." Ludwig said as he drifted off and fell asleep.
"Ve. . .I'll tell him again in the morning." Feliciano said, amused that Ludwig probably hadn't really registered what he had been told. "Goodnight Ludwig." He said, kissing the other's cheek before falling asleep himself.
Fin
Notes:
This was probably one of the most fun fills that I've written. I hope you all enjoyed and the original requester of the fill drew us a thank you pic which just has to be included. I'm linking the kink meme post for: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/11411.html?thread=23134867#t23134867
*ducks head* sorry for the little bit of anti-Twilightness)