DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.
In the Closet
Mein Gott.
Gilbert is going to die. I am going to smother my arschloch of an older brother in his sleep tonight.
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Oh? You think I'm kidding you? No. I'm serious. He. Is. Dead. When Italy and I get out of this closet I am going to killhim slowly and painfully. Damn it, my love life is none of that bastard's business! Why oh why did I have to confine in him about my century long crush on Feliciano Vargas? I could have easily just kept my feelings to myself and we could have continued as overly affectionate friends!
"Um… Luddy…?"
"What is it Italien?" I groaned, turning my glare to the opposite wall. Oh. What a nice mop. Well congratulations mop. You get to have the entire wrath of the Republic of Germany focused upon thee. Be thankful of that fact.
"You… You're making a scary face again, Ve~…"
"Ja. I suppose I must be. I am after all thoroughly pissed of at the moment."
"… Ve… Sorry Ludwig…" a series of sniffles followed
I instantly felt guilty, shit. I made him cry… way to go Ludwig… "Nein. It is not your fault my idiot of a bruder locked us in the storage room closet. It was after all my fault for letting my guard down during lunch break…"
"No… I shouldn't have let him shove me in here so easily… V-ve~~~ Sorry for being so w-weak Germany…" hesitantly I took my chances and turned to meet the Italian's eyes. His face was a light pink as excessive tears ran down his cheeks, he was sitting on his knees; looking up at me from under his eyelashes, a pleading look in his eyes.
Cute…
I flushed and looked away from the scene, Gottverdamit Ludwig, get it together!
"I-It's fine… It's fine… just stop your crying already…"
Feliciano nodded latching onto my arm, "… Hey Ludwig…?"
"Ja? What is it now?" Honestly, damn Gilbert to hell for putting me in this situation…!
"Gilly…" I cringed at the nickname; such a name didn't fit that albino wolf in sheep's clothing… "He told me something weird earlier…"
I froze, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach. Nein… he didn't…
"U-um, Ludwig… I… d-do you love me…? V-Ve~…"
Oh, wait. Of course he did… he's Gilbert.
I believe I short-circuited for a second there… because before I knew it Feliciano was shaking me, begging me to 'come back'. Or something of the like… I was too busy looking at his cute face to listen completely not that I usually do… (I love him and all, but let us be honest; half of the stuff that comes out of Feliciano's mouth is complete and utter bullshit… He's not on par with America but he's pretty damn close.)
"Um… I-I…" I squeezed my eyes shut, gottverdamit, how far have you fallen Germany? You went through (and started) two World Wars for god's sake!
"Ludwig…?" he leaned in closer, tears prickling in his eyes… Gott… he was too cute… way too cute… "Hey, um… if I'm mistaken just say so… h-hey…" soft lips. Ah, why were they sparkling…? "Hey~~~! Germany…"
I couldn't take it anymore; I lean forward and closed the distance between our lips. Feliciano's eyes went blank. Then he kissed back.
After a few minutes I pulled back and put my forehead to his, completely mortified at myself. Ficken… Feli probably hated me now… Oh well, might as well seal my fate, "Ja… Ja… God yes… I love you more than anything Feliciano…" I kissed him again and pulled back, gauging his reaction.
Nothing.
His face seemed to be made of stone…
I sweatdropped, "F-Feliciano…? Sorry… um… I hope we can still be friends but –!"
I was tackled into a hug and crushed against the wall next to the mop. "Sì! Sì! Ti amo! Ti amo troppo Ludwig! Ti amo! Ti amo! Ti amo! Ti –" I blushed as I hesitantly hugged him back, effectively pausing his… declaration… (honestly, did he want the whole world to hear?)
"You… love me too…?" I muttered in disbelief, thanking my lucky stars I had picked up Italian while I was still allied with Italy and Japan.
"Sì! Ti –" I silenced him by pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.
"Ich liebe dich, Feliciano." I said pressing my forehead to his with a radiate smile.
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Maybe… just maybe Gilbert wouldn't have to die a horrible death once we both got out of this closet.
A/N: LOLZ SEE WHAT I DID THAR…? XDD Anyway this was a request fic from Oni-Panda379 for being my 200th review for my other GerIta fic Thin Layer of Ice =3 I hope I met your expectations mon chere~! =)
Translation(s): ((Don't say these in Germany kiddies =D))
Mein Gott = My God
Arschloch = asshole
Nein = No
Ja = Yes
Gottverdamit = Goddammit
Ficken = fuck
Sì = yes
And you can probably guess the last two… basically I love you's and I love you too's ^ ^!
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