GerIta

by ~italafelicianovargas, Jan 5, 2013, 9:53:07 PM

Literature / Characters & Settings / Sci-Fi & Fantasy / Profiles

Ludwig watched as Feliciana lay on the couch looking at her laptop. From where he sat he could make out that she was reading a story about them that a fan had written. He hated when she read those stories because she would usually end up muttering under her breath in Italian when they misspelled an Italian word. He also hated how some of the things people wrote about them doing were supposed to be something private. It never ceased to amaze him how dirty some peoples minds were. Right now he decided to tolerate it because Feliciana was in a pissy mood because she was in her time of month, and when Feliciana was pissy any little thing could push her over the edge which would make her start screaming. Frankly he didn't feel like calming her down so he held his tongue and continued to read his book. Gilbert unfortunately picked a bad time to burst into her house. He was instantly bombarded with a barage of Italian curses being screamed at him as Feliciana hopped up. She grabbed the taller nation by his ear and shoved him out the door.

"Stay the cazzo away froma my house you god damna piece of merda!" she screamed before slamming the door and locking it. She tried to lock the lock that was right above the door but wasn't tall enough. Ludwig stood up and locked it for her.

"Grazie" she mumbled as she flopped back down on the couch returning to her reading.

Ludwig smirked as he tried not to laugh as how such a small nation had perfected how to remove a larger and stronger nation from her house with ease. He had seen her do it countless times with Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis. Even removing them from his house when they would stay there. He quietly returned to his book listening to her mumble obscentities in Italian under her breath.

"Feliciana, you know I don't speak Italian. If you're going to complain at least do it in a language I understand." He said, lips lifting into a small smile. She turned and laughed.

"I said if they're going to write something in Italian they should at least spell it correctly." She said.

" Is the spelling really that bad? Ludwig questioned.

"Si." she replied turning back to her computer.

"So are you enjoying reading your porn." Ludwig said.

"I ought to come over there and slap you for even suggesting that I read porn. I'm just reading fan fictions. It isn't my fault that our fans have dirty minds. she said.

"It's your fault for reading it."He calmly retorted.

"From the one with the stash of naughty books under the bed and the toys in the closet." Feliciana countered with a grin.

"I burned those a month ago." He said. "Besides whose the one who opened the box with them in it."

"It's not all my fault. Your brother delivered them here in a box that said 'Feliciana don't open' and then tells me not to open it. What do you expect me to do. Leave it sitting there?" she said."Besides, what would you have done with them if I hadn't found them. Would you have put them with your toys?"

"No, I would have gotten rid off them." Ludwig said

"Toro merda!" Feliciana shouted.

Ludwig sighed and got up setting his book aside. He walked over to where Feliciana was sitting and picked her up pulling her into his lap so he could read over her shoulder. She looked through the fan fictions boredly trying to find one that interrested her.

"Not finding anything dirty enough? Ludwig teased.

"Vaffanculo." She muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that. He smirked.

"Vaffanculo." she repeated louder this time.

"I don't think I know that word." He teased.

"You know perfectly well what that means Ludwig. You've heard mi fratelli scream it at you for years." Feliciana retorted.

"I never understood why your brothers, Veneziano and Romano, hated me so much." Ludwig said.

"Apparently Antonio told them that I was bad mouthing them to you and that I loved you more than them." She sighed.

"I thought you loved me more that them." He prodded.

"They're my brothers I love them differently than the way I love you Ludwig. You're my husband there is no way that I could love you the same way I love them." Feliciana replied.

"I don't know why but I've always hated those words, husband and wife, they always make me cringe." Ludwig said.

"Then What do you like?" She asked.

"I would rather use the term lovers." He said.

"Fine by me. It sounds better anyways." Feliciana said.

"So you agree with me mein kleiner engel?" Ludwig cooed.

"Si, mi amore. I agree with you." She replied.

"What site are you on, mauschen?" He asked.

"Deviant Art." She said boredly.

"Anything good yet?"

"Not really." She sighed.

"Something wrong, mein liebe." He asked.

"No I'm just a little bit tired."

"Siesta time?" He questioned.

"Si it's about two-thirty." She replied as she shut her laptop and sat it to the side.

"Ludwig?"

"Ja?"

"Will you sleep with me?" Feliciana asked as she used the puppy eyes.

Ludwig sighed knowing that he couldn't say no to her warm amber eyes.

"Ja." He said.

Feliciana lay her head down on Ludwig's chest and immediately fell asleep. Ludwig smiled as he stroked her hair being careful to stay away from her curl. Content in listening to her sleep and breathing in her scent. Ludwig found himself hypnotized by that scent. The warm smell of tomato sauce and basil along with spices and wine. He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. Before he knew it he had fallen asleep,while hoolding his little nation of love in his arms.