A/N: As promised~! ^^ A short little GerIta one-shot. OTL Forgive any mistakes, and OOC-ness. Danke~!
The fact that he was merely a country, he was aware of. He knew no one respected him farther than that. They would only see him as a country. Even his allies would only be allies. He had no real friends. He had no real love. He felt nothing for anyone. That is, until someone came along. He came with Auburn hair, a stubborn curl sticking out from the left. He had caramel colored skin, and caramel colored eyes. While he might have been weak, his strongest attribute was love. He loved the other Nation. He loved Ludwig. And Ludwig loved him. Was that wrong? Ludwig had often wondered if it was. Perhaps. But, it was alright. If this was wrong, he thought, he never wanted to be right. Of course, he would never admit his feeling for the smalled Italian nation. Never. And while Feliciano admitted it every single day, Ludwig could never bring himself to say it back. Instead, he would yell at him, to get back to work, or tell him not to say such absurd things. It hurt the little Nation. But that never kept him from telling him. And Ludwig loved that. He loved the little nations determination. He loved his affection. He loved his personality. He loved him. And again, the question pops in his head. Am i wrong? Perhaps. But perhaps not. He was only following his heart. Right?
"Luddy~?"
"Ja..?"
"Ti amo." There it was again. That cursed saying. And how was he suppose to respond? He didn't. He instead kept doing his work, staring at the useless papers in front of him. The auburn haired nation stood on the other side of his desk, waiting for a response.
"Luddy~?"
"Ja, Italy. I heard you. But i'm busy right now. So, bitte, go away."
"Luddy. Ti amo. Say it back~" Feliciano smiled, blushing a bit. Ludwig looked up, frowing. Had he really just asked-no, demanded- that he say it back? But why? Didn't Feliciano know he would never say it back? Hadn't he learned by now? Ludwig snorted, and looked back at his papers, scribbling down a couple of numbers.
"Luddy... Why won't you say it? Don't you love me?" Of course he did. With all of his heart. But he would not admit it. Never. Ludwig sighed, and looked up at the smaller nation. His expression was suddenly changed, into a shocked expression. There sat Feli, on his desk, crying. Tears? This had never happened before. Why now?
"Ludwig... I... i'll go make us pasta." Feliciano forced a smile, and stood up, walking towards the door. Ludwig, with out thinking, reached over, and grabbed Feliciano's wrist.
"N-nein! Don't go!" he yelled, his cheeks suddenly turning a light shade of pink. Why? Why did he do that?
"L-ludwig...?" Feliciano looked back, shocked. Ludwig cleared his throat, and let go, walking around the desk.
"Feliciano... Ich... ich liebe dich auch." And suddenly, the Italian was in his arms.
A/N: ^^; It;s so short. But if you like this, i'll make a longer one later~! R&R Per Favore~!
