Why I Don't Fight
Feliciano rushed into the house he was so accustomed to and let out a huge exclamation of, "Hey Doitsu!" as the door he threw open banged against the wall.
Usually these two actions of "unnecessary racket" as Ludwig called it, would have him yelling at the Italian already. Instead… silence.
"Hmm? Doitsu? Where are you?" Feliciano wandered farther into the house and to the kitchen, where he got this amazing idea to make pasta, but stopped his rummaging for a pot when a breeze ruffled his hair. This was an out-of-place breeze for Ludwig's house; unlike Feliciano (and Romano)'s own, the windows were normally closed.
He turned to notice the glass-paned door that led to the patio was open. He had never even noticed it before, since it was never opened, but curious, Feliciano ventured out.
The sun was bright and beat down heavily while free from cloud cover, but the wind he had noticed earlier kept the temperature just right. One of those just perfect days. Feliciano stretched up towards the welcome sky, yawning and wishing he could find his German friend to share it with.
Although, knowing Ludwig, he would probably think this was the perfect day for training.
As Feliciano finished his stretch with a roll of his shoulders, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye that had not been noticed before. A figure down at the end, hunched over the rail.
Feliciano turned to gaze at the stranger's back. They certainly looked like Ludwig from the back; had the same build as Ludwig, too. But Feliciano had never once seen the German in such a pose of defeat. Feliciano tread forward with caution.
This stranger certainly had the same golden hair as Ludwig; as Feliciano drew closer he saw their slicked-back strands sticking through the fingers laced atop the stranger's head. At this distance Feliciano noticed how their shoulders were shaking.
"…Doitsu?" He put a hand on one of the quivering shoulders. Feliciano barely saw Ludwig's face before the German turned his back to Feliciano. Feliciano tried again, in a softer-than-usual voice saying, "It's alright; I get it."
Ludwig ventured a glance over his shoulder and Feliciano smiled warmly at the sight of his friend. "How would you understand?" Ludwig countered the friendly sight with a harsh voice, turning to face the Italian and regarding him with a cold eye.
Feliciano's smile didn't fade, however. It just got softer and more inviting, while his eyes filled with sympathy. "It's why I don't fight." He said quietly.
Ludwig stood unmoving as Feliciano turned and put his hands on the rail. Looking up to sky, and letting the sun wash over his cheeks, Feliciano said "Isn't it pretty?" He cast a sidelong glance at Ludwig. "It's such a pretty day, isn't it? It feels like the universe is happy on these kinds of days, and wants us to be happy too."
Leaving Ludwig to ponder what so held the Italian's interest in the sky, Feliciano retreated back to the inside to the kitchen. His attention was only broken by Feliciano calling from the open door, "Hey Doitsu, I'm making pasta! Come on in and I might make those awful sausages you like!"
A little something fluffy in the face of war. Not my best, but I haven't uploaded in forever. I like sharing with you guys.