A/N: Oh, hello. What is this? I'm not quite sure, something that just refused to leave my head till it was written. I suppose this is a gen fic? Although there is hinted GerIta and Spamano in here...
This isn't my usual type of drabble, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
The first time Italy won a battle, Romano was nothing but quiet about it. A permanent, cocky grin settled on his otherwise scowling face, and his shoulders were thrown back in triumph. He told everyone - bragged about it, really - and seemed to make a point of bringing it up in conversation. Especially if it happened that Antonio and Ludwig were nearby.
"What do you think of that, stupid Spain?" Feliciano watched Romano jeer from afar, biting into a ripe red tomato with eyes gleaming with barely repressed pride.
The first time Italy won a battle, Feliciano could see the change it caused in everyone. He could see the carefully restrained glimmer of pride in Ludwig's gaze as it fell on him, he could see the disbelief in Arthur's stare and feel Francis's shocked little smile. Roderich's single raised eyebrow made Feliciano cringe, and Kiku's slight facial expression change had him fidgeting uncomfortably. Nobody spoke a single word about anything to him, and he certainly wasn't going to bring it up. Romano seemed to be doing enough of that.
A heavy hand fell on his shoulder, and he looked up and met Ludwig's blue eyes. Ludwig's face softened a second later with a small smile, and Feliciano didn't want to feel the flutter that he did in his stomach because of it.
The first time Italy won a battle, nothing seemed to work out right. Feliciano's siesta time came and went, without him falling into its usually irrestible call. Nothing he cooked seemed to taste just right, and he even accidentally burned some lasagna he was making. The days came and went, blurring together and falling all into one.
Feliciano's eyes fell on Romano, red faced but obviously happy as Antonio poured his affection and praise over him. He could feel Ludwig's blue eyes focused on his face, demanding attention, but Feliciano kept his face turned forward and away.
The first time Italy won a battle, Feliciano cried.
