Feliciano sighed slightly down in spirits. That date circled variously in color, thickness and shaped marked the third year in their relationship taking that serious, and highly pleasurable step.
Feli was comfortable, too comfortable, following routine, tracing the same footprints in a rut. Don't get him wrong he absolutely loved being with Ludwig there wasn't a doubt in his pasta loving mind. However the comfort is effecting the flame, no longer was it a passionate wildfire out-of- control as it had once been.
He was becoming careful and beginning to lose awareness of the needs, as if Ludwig's daily hugs and kisses were enough. He was certainly he was afraid of harming Feli and had been restraining himself.
"I want you to be able to walk the next day, you shouldn't be in vigorous pain because of my...er.. -ahem- habits." Ludwig had explained. Thus the sex was gentle or avoided at all. Feli's almost sadistic desires left unsatisfied. Perhaps if it were different he would go all out.
Among those thoughts he had the anxiety that the anniversary was tomorrow and he still had no gift, or even an event planned.
Feli wandered the house attempting to brainstorm all the romantic things that Ludwig would appreciate, this was year three, most people would have a ring put on it, or tie the knot. Feliciano began to wonder whether or not Germany would even remember what tomorrow meant for the two of them. Would he even be in the mood for when he returns from China at a trades meeting.
His absence would be beneficial for snooping, for ideas of course, just ideas, what kind of things did he have? What kind of things is he missing? what kind of things would he be interested in receiving? What thing could Feli also receive? Feli made his way into the shared bedroom, so neat and tidy, usually, in Ludwig's absence however, was in shambles. Not quite dirty but clothes lay wrinkled and lifeless on all surfaces. Feli wandered about in Germany's contrasted, clean and spotless quarters and began searching the various boxes beneath the bed, labeled correspondingly respective to the contents. Socks, ties, files, 'herr schtick', oh hey that box they always shipped me back in, and a little black box tucked far away. By the wear at the corners, Feli pondered excessive open and close. There wasn't a label on it, interesting.
Feli opened the box, all innocence of the dignified German destroyed. The amount of Hustlers and Playboys, all organized neatly by their monthly release, astonished said Italian. The variety of women, curved and well proportioned all looking desperate, and even stern the few of them. Italy flipped through them with awe, frustration, maybe even envy. The German has a little skeleton in the closet, or much rather just magazines beneath his bed. The biggest section of his little collection were categorized under S&M. The one thing that Italy craved, despite his weak demeanor. He was denied these desires and there it was in the form of paper women.
Then it came to him, two birds and a stone! Germany would be far more eccentric if he had no worries of back injury or that deep resistance to the guy on guy situation. These magazines got him going on these lonely nights. Then the situation was clear! Italy will turn into a girl!
Feli quickly reached for his phone and dialed for England. Feli was fidgeting with anticipation for the rings to subside and hear the bellowing of an angry Englishmen.
"Italy if this is another prank call this is not the ti- Alfred stop that!- what do you want?" Spat England, annoyed as ever.
Italy shrugged off the fear for the Briton and replaced it with anticipation. "Bongiorno England~ it seems you were about to be busy, so i'll be quick~ oh Bongiorno Americano, how are you?- wait! England, I need your magic and I need it now!~"
England chuckled condescendingly "Well, it seems you have recognized my skills. what do you need exactly? Alfred I mean it! Give me one damn minute you git! -sigh- Summoning? Potions? Cantations? Transmutations? Well, tell me what you need?"
Feli heard America talking in the background and by his best guess he was snickering in disbelief, faintly "You are far too full of yourself! Let a hero save his day! So what's the issue?" followed by some muffling,
Italy restrained himself from laughing, he got to the point. "I need to be turned into a girl for one week! Ve~ I need the parts and I need them for a week, can you do that?"
Silence ensued, and was broken by America's laughter, so loud and boisterous that Feli had dropped the phone in the surprise.
"That is something the hero cannot do for you, Poland could probably help you.. but you are on your own, pasta breath." America added insult to injury, he wasn't quite fond of drag queens despite his past flame with Lady Gaga.
Feliciano was discouraged sighing a disheartened ve~ and asked in discontent, "So can you do it England?"
Englands heart strings wrenched at he decided to assure the boy and do the deed. For free at that. "Yes, I can and it can be ready in by this evening. See you then chap" England replied and cut his end of the line.
Feli looked at the clock and began to think of how to prepare for the week to come.
A/N: Okay so this is Chahiiro and OtakuFairy17's first Fanfiction that we are publishing :)
we are also awful on punctuality,(we blame the outside proof reader Mike.) so if you like, don't expect it to be on time. We hate it when other authors do it but its a occupational hazard.
Anyways we hope you enjoyed and we are almost done chapter two so stay tuned :)