Hi. This is my first submission on this site, so it's probably not very good. Comments are welcome and appreciated.
WARNING! HERE THERE BE:
-Yaoi (gay male on male)
-Mpreg (dudes being knocked up)
-Germany and South Italy being shacked up(turn back now GerIta fans)
-Italy being a major dick
I don't own anything.
The spacious, orderly living room was calm and peaceful, late afternoon sunlight warming it. The large couch up against the wall contained a sweet-looking sleeping couple, the smaller, dark haired partner cuddling his larger and fairer counterpart. A thin blanket had been pulled on top of them, but anyone with eyes could see their legs were tangled together and the larger one was holding the smaller close, faint twin smiles of contentment on their faces. Large dogs lay on the floor near them, also napping. The only thing that was missing was a bird trilling on the windowsill.
It made Feliciano sick.
The younger of the Italian twins stood in the doorway of the living room, pretty amber eyes made cold by the hateful glare he was sending the duo, especially the brunette, whom also happened to be his brother.
Oh he knew his jealousy was petty and he should be happy for his best friend and his brother; he had had his chance with Ludwig. But somehow he just couldn't give a flying fuck at the moment.
Ludwig, Germany, was his.
Not Lovino's.
It should have been Feliciano curled up on that couch with the handsome blonde, not Lovino! Lovino was Antonio's, that had been made clear long ago, and it was Feliciano Ludwig had been practically attached at the hip to since World War one. Feliciano was the nice twin, the desirable one, the one he was supposed to want, not Lovino.
But no.
Apparently Feliciano was "too high maintenance" for Ludwig, wasn't "what he wanted in a partner". Apparently Lovino, with his constant swearing and surly attitude and mulish nature was preferable to Feliciano's bright smiles and sweet disposition.
It both baffled and infuriated the Italian.
The only thing that allowed him to hold his tongue and keep pretending he was happy for them was the hope that soon, Ludwig would hopefully realize he was wrong. He had made a mistake and was really in love with Feliciano, then he would come running back to Feli, and the Italian would take him back, and they would get new houses in Berlin and Venice, and raise puppies together, and make pasta together, and live happily ever after!
As for Lovino, he would probably get left behind in the dust, but Feli wasn't worried, Spain would come and pick him up again. Then everything would be the way it was supposed to be...
Feliciano's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Ludwig was beginning to stir, fleeing to the kitchen to compose himself. As he began to work on some pasta to calm himself down, Feli made himself a promise.
Soon, he thought.
Soon Doitsu will be mine.
