Boys Don't Wear Dresses
by keisan
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I just play with the characters and make no profit from that.
Summary: AU. Feliciano Vargas likes to wear dresses but not many know this about him and he's ashamed. Someone in his family finds out and it alters his life. Gerita.
Note and Warnings: Mainly Gerita with some Spamano, AusHun, and Prussia being his loner but awesome self. So I discovered this prompt on tumblr and I had to give it a go. The prompt was "Why are you wearing a dress?" Also there's a semi-graphic sex scene, homophobia, minor physical and verbal abuse, and Lovino's foul mouth. The opinions held by certain characters may not be true to their character in the show, but I'll warn for it anyway, and let you know it's not over til it's over. The entire fic will probably be only 2 or 3 chapters so you won't have to wait long for it—I just have to go to sleep. I was up all night last night watching OITNB and yeahhhh.
and i can't change
even if I tried
even if I wanted to
my love
my love
my love
she keeps me warm…
~ Same Love, Macklemore & Ryan Louis ft. Mary Lambert
"Why are you wearing a dress?"
I stopped cold. Merda.
My mouth dropped open slightly and I turned slowly looking up at Ludwig's severe expression, impenetrable blue eyes, and slicked back blond hair. I licked my lips nervously, trying to think of what I should say. He never knew about this, about this side of me, that I liked to wear dresses. Not many did and I never wanted him to be one of the few that did know.
Nonno told me boys don't wear dresses. He hadn't hit me for anything ever but for a moment, I thought he was going to beat me senseless. He was a proud man and didn't stand for "faggots" in his home. Lovino came to me before he finally came out to Nonno and told me what happened. Nonno said no Vargas is a faggot. I wanted to go with my brother but I was still too young to leave home and Lovi had enough to deal with without me being there, or so he said. He took me aside before he left that day and told me that he would be there if I ever needed him "or whatever the fuck…I don't even fucking know". It was very sappy for him (well the first part was), but Lovi had his quirks. I nodded and hugged him tightly until Nonno grabbed him by the shirt to make him leave. I cried for a week.
I was feeling a little paranoid but still excited on the first day I found myself prancing around in Elizabeta's dress. I was at her house and couldn't take my eyes off a pretty blue dress in her closet. She giggled and grinned at me slyly. "You want to wear it?" she asked.
I swallowed and bit my lip fearfully but nodded.
She smiled widely, "Oh! That's going to look so cute on you! Let's do it! But you gotta let me take a few pictures! Please!" I made her swear she'd never show anyone, that I would be thrown out like my brother if Nonno ever found out. She'd nodded solemnly but grinned when I tied the apron around my waist. I smiled warily but getting to wear this dress every so often was something I would always cherish.
A few weeks later, Eliza started taking a fashion design class and wanted to sew me my own dress that I could keep. She said it was an early birthday present. I was over the moon. It was light green with a similar white apron that tapered with the skirt at the waist and flowed out to just below my knees. The fabric was sheer and breathable and while the dress kind of resembled a maid's outfit (seriously, Elizaveta was weird), I loved twirling in it and putting the matching white kerchief on my head. I really liked the way the outfit made me feel: free, feminine, and more like myself than I could ever show in public.
When I got home, I had to look at it again and touch the fabric. I didn't take it out of the box until it was my actual birthday. Eliza and Lovi called to wish me a happy birthday, both expressing they wanted to wait until the weekend to go out or anything. I smiled and just looked at the box with my dress and said in sincerity that I didn't care if I had to wait, I was just happy I'd get to see them (though separately). Unfortunately, I was a little too excited and in my own world. I decided to just take out my dress and put it on, what the hell! It was my birthday after all but I should have waited for Nonno to leave the house. He often went on business trips but I was just so excited, I couldn't wait this time. I bit my lip and shifted open the box running my fingers along the fine fabric.
I stood at my door partway open and listened for a few minutes before quietly closing my bedroom door (Nonno wasn't a big fan of locks especially after he caught Lovi making out with his boyfriend in his bedroom). I squeezed my eyes shut feeling both sad for Lovi and excited to wear my new dress. Even if I could only wear it in my room for a few minutes, it was worth it. I even had white leotards and I was looking at buying a pair of shiny black Mary Jane shoes. Truthfully, I thought it was stupid that boys could only wear trousers and shorts. Who invented the rule that boys couldn't wear dresses? Monks wore dresses! So did the ancient Greeks. And the Scots wore skirts…well, kilts. I remembered arguing in my history classes and smiled. Well my teacher said they weren't dresses but I still maintain that they were dress-like so what was the difference now? Fashions went in and out of style all the time. Just because boys wore dresses didn't mean they were necessarily gay. I was, but that was beside the point. Lovi only ever wore boys' clothes and he was gay, so dresses didn't make anyone gay.
I pulled on the leotards shivering in delight as they slid up my legs and dragged my fingers along the fabric. It made my legs feel silky and I felt sexy in them. Next, I carefully pulled the dress out of the box and unzipped the back. I stepped into the outfit and pulled it up over my shoulders, the billowy sleeves rested a few centimetres above my elbow. I reached back and struggled to zip up the dress while observing myself in the mirror. I managed it and did up the apron. Then I put on the kerchief (it was cheesy, I know, but it was part of the outfit) and tied it in a little bow underneath my hair.
I ran my hands down my sides, admiring how the dress cinched in my waist. I wasn't really that pretty and I didn't really look like a girl, but I figured maybe one day I'd have the guts to get myself some makeup and wear it, maybe then I would look pretty. The feeling of the dress was more than enough for now though, I felt a rush of joy and freedom. It wasn't that I wanted to be a girl, I certainly liked my boy parts just fine, but I just really loved feeling pretty and there were some aspects in traditional femininity that I longed to have and feel. I wouldn't take pictures of myself like this; I was too afraid that Nonno might find it by accident or anyone else for that matter.
I smiled at myself in the mirror, my boring brown eyes seemed brighter today and I pushed back some of my auburn hair hanging in my eyes. I twirled imagining I was at some party, maybe a costume party where I'd wear a Venetian mask and dance with a tall handsome stranger. He would take one of my hands in his and lead me in a dance where I would twirl and he'd hold me close during the slower parts of the song. It was so unlikely because it wasn't like I was living in the fifteenth century and this was a common thing during the Carnival of Venice.
I must have lost track of time because I didn't even hear the footsteps. All I heard was the door opening and footsteps stopping dead. I turned slowly, fear gripping me (this wasn't normal because my nonno would never hurt me) and met his shocked and slightly disturbed gaze.
"Feliciano," he said quietly.
I couldn't make my mouth move, I couldn't even keep my gaze steady on his. I looked down at my feet feeling shame wash over me.
"WHY are you wearing a dress? What is this? Are you a faggot? Or is this about your disappointment of a brother?"
I still couldn't make my mouth move or make sounds. My brain was shouting at me to defend Lovi, to defend myself. My mouth was still motionless not making any sounds when he rushed forward and gripped my wrists tightly. I cried out and my eyes teared up.
"Answer me! What have I done to make you become...this WAY?"
"Nothing, Nonno! Nothing! Mi dispiace!" I cried out. "Please let go, it hurts!"
He shoved me to the floor and turned to the door.
I sniffled rubbing my reddening wrists and wiping my tears.
"Get out," he said quietly.
I looked up and he fixed me with an unforgiving stare.
"Cosa?"
"Get out. I won't have any fags in my house. You want to follow in your brother's footsteps, go right ahead."
"But Nonno! I—"
"Pack your things and go," he said. His voice was firm but sounded almost defeated.
I shuddered and brushed a few more tears away, they were dripping down my cheeks probably ruining my dress. But I didn't really care. My own grandfather was throwing me out because he thought I was gay—as if that was even wrong or something? Because it wasn't normal for boys to wear dresses? I couldn't think straight anymore, I was overcome with heartbreak. My own family. My nonno who was there when our parents died.
I sniffled again and nodded. "Si, Nonno."
He paused and walked out slamming the door down the hallway.
That felt like the worst moment of my life. I didn't know what I was going to do, where I was going go. I picked up my cell phone and packed it with a few belongings I could carry in my knapsack. I took off the dress, kerchief, and leotards and pack them in my bag and put on a pair of worn jeans, a t-shirt, and my blue Italia hoodie.
The streets were dark, cold, and unwelcoming in light of the state of my life now. I pulled out my phone and called my older brother. We spoke a few times a week. He would call to check in on me and make sure I was okay. He asked me how my homework was going and if anyone was giving me any trouble. He liked to play the big tough Italian ("If you mess with my family, you're going down and no one will find the body") but he was a softie inside. All bark and no bite. Well, I thought so.
"Pronto," called his deeper voice.
I sniffled, "L-lovi?"
"Feli? It's 11 o'clock. Are you okay?"
"Si…no. I-I have nowhere to go," I sobbed the words out.
"Che? What happened? Where are you?"
I took a deep breath and looked around, "The café on high street. Can you—can you pick me up?"
"Si, I'll be right there. Toni's coming," he said. "Stay there and don't take anything from strangers."
I had to choke out a laugh, ever the protective older brother. "Si, I won't. I know what happened last time."
"Yeah you know what happens and I'll fuck up anyone who says anything to my fratello. See you in a minute."
"Si, I'll be here. Ciao."
"Ciao."
Lovino arrived exactly five minutes later with his Spanish boyfriend, Antonio. I was embarrassed to tell them what happened with Nonno out in public so they pulled me into Toni's beat up car and drove me back to their shared apartment. I was in tears as they settled me into the house and half carried me to the couch.
"Mi dispiace!" I sobbed into Lovino's shoulder. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have. I shouldn't have."
Lovino soothed my back and Toni came back into the room with a warm cup of cocoa. Lovino held me tightly and I cried for a few more minutes.
"Cosa male, fratello?"
"Nonno. He—he made me leave. He doesn't want me there. Because—" I broke off. I didn't know how to explain. I bit my lip. Lovi looked at me, dark eyes worried, a frown marring his face. Toni sat on the chair adjacent to us holding one of the cups of cocoa.
"I-I just wanted to—" I cut off again.
"Feli. It's okay. You don't have to say. Can you show me instead?" Lovino asked.
I looked down and caught my brother's gaze fearfully. He wouldn't tell anyone and he woudn't judge me. At least, I hoped not. I bit my lip and swallowed heavily.
"Okay." I reached for my knapsack, my body felt heavy and tired, but I opened it and pulled out the box that held my dress. My hands shook but I placed the box on the table. I stood up and opened it and turned, wrapping my hands around myself.
It was silent for a moment and then I heard the rustling of the fabric. Toni hadn't said anything except for a few murmurs in Spanish when I was bawling my eyes out. I heard an intake of breath and I squeezed my eyes closed, wishing this was all just a nightmare.
"Feli?" Lovi called.
I turned slowly and my brother wrapped me up in another hug.
"It's yours?" he asked, just to make sure.
"Si," I hiccuped.
He pulled away and gave me a rare small smile. "You didn't steal it, did you?"
"Cosa? No! Eliza made it. I-She let me wear one of hers and then she gave me this for my birthday and I was just s-so excited to wear it. I'm sorry!"
"It's okay, Feli. Nothing wrong with liking to wear dresses."
"But Nonno said he doesn't want me there now b-because boys don't wear dresses and he doesn't want any 'fags' in his house," I stuttered out.
"Fuck him. He's a close minded bigot who knows nothing."
"Lovi," Toni chided.
"You got something to say, tomato bastard? 'Cause there's no reason for this," my brother hissed out. He looked at me and said, "Fratello, you can stay here as long as you want."
Toni nodded, "Si, of course. It's fine with me too, Feli."
"Grazie," I said quietly.
It wasn't until later when I was tucked into bed in the extra room that I ran the tips of my fingers over my bruised wrists. They were turning a purple already. I curled in on myself and laid there for hours wondering what was going to happen next.
I needn't have worried, I suppose. When one of my sleeves slipped up my arms the next day as I washed dishes after dinner and Lovi saw, he punched a hole in the wall. Toni had to bandage him up and coerce him into not going over to Nonno's house and beating him senseless. I was grateful. I didn't want Lovi to get into anymore trouble because of me. I settled with allowing Toni to get me ice for my bruises. After that, Lovi was adamant that I stay with him and Toni (and if "the tomato bastard" didn't like it, he could fuck off and find a new apartment) from then on. Luckily we had access to our inheritance because it'd already been given to us and we had already changed over the bank accounts when Lovi first started seeing Toni in secret.
I focused on my studies and fashion drawings for the next couple of years. I could have easily bought my own apartment with the inheritance but I didn't want to be alone. At the same time, sometimes it was challenging living with Lovino. Don't get me wrong, he was the best brother anyone could ask for even if he was a jerk sometimes, but I was getting a little tired of him getting so overprotective all the time. I felt like it was putting a strain on his and Antonio's relationship, or maybe they always bickered that much. Nevertheless, I resolved to find a new place nearby so 1) I could move out and let them work out their couples issues and 2) Lovi would still be able to come by any time and he wouldn't bitch too much about me moving out because at least it wasn't far away. In the end, it was Toni that convinced Lovi that it might be good for me and good for them too.
It was on a sunny afternoon that I found myself walking a few feet behind a dark-haired Austrian-born real estate agent, known as Roderich Edelstein. He had a somewhat prissy attitude but he was Eliza's boyfriend and she made him help me find a place. We found a spacious apartment I absolutely loved after two other viewings and I signed the lease that day.
The next most important thing in my life happened when I tripped over my own feet at the grocery store. I went flying across the floor dropping the bag of milk with me and somehow breaking it open. The floor was a sheet of white dairy and I was mortified. I blinked away the tears and began picking myself up when a curse rang out.
"Scheiße!"
I looked up embarrassed and broke into apologies, all in Italian. My brain couldn't translate at the moment.
"Uhh... Are you okay?" asked a deep accented voice as the owner gently took my hand and pulled me up.
I blinked,"Si. Uh yes. I'm okay. I'm so sorry."
He was buff, tall, blond, and had stunning yet severe blue eyes. He also had a very serious but somehow gentle disposition which I got straight away. He gazed at me and I met that gaze unflinchingly, his face was closer to mine than a stranger's should have been and then he blinked and backed away quickly.
"It's alright," he said gruffly. "If you're alright. You're not going to sue the store, are you?"
"Cosa? No, of course not. Um I'm sorry. I'm all wet from the milk... Do you need me to help you clean it?"
He shook his head and motioned that I come away from the mess.
"Let me get you paper towels to clean up with," he said.
A minute later another man came in wearing a similar uniform. He looked a bit like the blond man in his facial structure but otherwise much different with his white hair, pasty skin, and red eyes.
"Hey West! Did your OCD get out of hand again? Did you actually have to create a mess so you could obsessively clean it up again? Seriously, bruder you have problems..."
"Shut up!" he growled. "I'm helping a customer."
The albino raised a brow, and glanced at me. My cheeks reddened when I remembered I still had milk all over me. My trousers were soaked and I would have to go home like this.
"You alright there, kid?"
I blinked and nodded slowly, "Si. I'm fine. I just tripped. I'm sorry!"
The pale man shrugged and glanced at the blond, "You gonna help clean him up and walk him out, West?"
'West' rolled his eyes but then glanced down at me questioningly. I shrugged.
He walked me to the back where the employees bathrooms were staying close to me. I was a little nervous because this was a man I'd never met before but he seemed like he wanted to help and he had kind eyes, I could tell when he looked at me. Afterward, he walked me out and handed me a bag of milk in a cloth bag.
"Oh no it was my fault," I protested trying to push the bag back into his hands.
"Nein. Those bags don't hold up very well. I put it in this cloth bag so it won't break if it falls. It's yours, uh on the house."
"Um. Okay. Grazie."
His cheeks coloured as I accepted the bag and our fingers brushed. I stood on my tip toes and kissed each cheek quickly before quickly turning and rushing out of the store.
When I got home, I was out of breath and my cheeks were on fire. My stomach was twisted in knots and flopping around like a fish out of water. I shook my head and cursed at myself, just because the German man at the store was attractive didn't mean I had to lose my head over it.
It wasn't until three incidents later that I learned his name was Ludwig and that he was available and interested in me. My lips broke into a smile when I thought about his face that day. I accidently stood on his toe in line at the bank when some angry customer walked out cursing at some of us in the line.
I cried out as I stumbled backwards and practically fell on him. He caught me quickly and I blinked when I looked up those familiar blue eyes.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi," he replied carefully holding on to my back and pushing me back to my feet.
"It's you again," I smiled.
He nodded and his cheeks flushed. He let go of me and stood there awkwardly.
"So—"
"Look I—"
We both said at once. I laughed and shook my head, "You go first."
"I uh..." He stumbled over his words and turned a lovely shade of red.
So I said instead, "What's your name?"
"Ludwig."
"I'm Feliciano. Or Feli as everyone calls me," I said.
"Hi Feliciano," he said carefully. "Look I, well, I keep running into you and umm do you think you would wanttogoforadrink...withme?"
Some of the words came out jumbled but my lips spread wide and I nodded, "Si! I would love to!"
"Ah um gute. Good. Do you know O'Reilly's? We could meet there on Friday at 8. What do you think?"
I nodded excitedly, "Si! Yes, that's perfect. Okay. Friday."
"Next!"
I looked up to see the teller waiting impatiently drumming her long painted fingernails on the desk glaring at me.
"Sorry! Um.." I turned and smiled one last time at Ludwig. He twitched his lips a little and I could see the little fond smile and the softness of his eyes. "Ciao."
The date was a success. At least, I thought so. He seemed really shy and not too big on the PDA but I still managed to hold his hand under the table at the restaurant. He had big, warm hands and mine fit in his perfectly. The fluttering in my stomach never stopped but luckily neither did he stop blushing throughout our date.
Lovino was suspicious when I told him about Ludwig, even now they're not really good friends. I think Lovi's just afraid I'll get hurt again. I'm clumsy and that happens a lot and well, everything with Nonno. My mind shied away from that time; I never wore a dress after that, not even when I spent time with Eliza or got my own place. I told my Hungarian friend that I didn't like dresses anymore. She told me she understood but that I could still keep the dress she made me if I wanted. I pressed my lips together and nodded slightly.
That night, I taped up the box containing my outfit (I had ordered the shoes online and they came in but I just put them in the box as soon as they arrived) and put it up in my top closet shelf. I brushed away a few tears. At least I could imagine myself wearing the outfit. Sometimes I'd imagine my own face over top of the models' faces that I designed dresses for in my private sketchbook. The dresses were sometimes short and fitted with bright blue and pink flowers, and other times they were long flowy gowns made from a glittery material or a glossy satin.
One date turned into two and then three and four... Soon Ludwig and I were going steady and I was incredibly happy with him. When we first had sex, he came to my place. Before we left the movie theatre, he called his brother, Gilbert (the guy at the grocery store who called him 'West'—it was a long story, Ludwig said) and asked him to walk the dogs for him. He hung up before Gilbert could ask him any weird questions, he did that a lot, Ludwig confided. Seconds later his phone received a text from Gilbert that read: "Bow chicka wow wow!" Ludwig's face adopted this hilarious appalled expression and his cheeks flamed red. I laughed and took his hand when we got back to my apartment and led him to my bedroom.
"Gott, you're so sexy," my boyfriend uttered, his mouth close to my ear.
I groaned as he kissed the side of my neck and up to my ear. I tightened my grip on his shoulders as he picked me up and pushed my back up against the wall holding me up with one arm and caressing my cheek with his other hand. So much for shy Ludwig. He wasn't so shy after a couple glasses of my favourite red wine and some flirtation on my part. I was glad for it.
I wrapped one arm around his shoulder to keep myself up and ran my fingers through his hair, it was softer than it looked. I turned my head to catch his lips in mine, teasing his tongue and coaxing it out. It was sensual and burning up my groin. He pulled away and drew his fingers across my button up shirt, brushing against my belly and moving up toward my nipples. They were so sensitive! I let out a squeal as he teased each one and clamped my legs tightly around his waist trying to get friction where I wanted it most.
"Ludwig, oh Ludwig! Per favore!" I gasped as he tore away my shirt and put his mouth on each nipple sucking them eagerly. I was so hard and the occasional brush against his belly was not enough. He was hard too and I just wanted to jump on top of him and suck him off. I reached down and touched his hardness, grazing my fingers over it slowly. He groaned and stopped sucking on my nipples and got the picture.
He carried me over to the bed and dropped me on it unceremoniously. I didn't really care too much though, I wanted to get this show on the road! He climbed between my legs and pulled off my trousers and shirt licking his lips. I grinned and undid his button-up and slid my fingers across his chest and muscular shoulders, ughhh he was so sexy.
"Luddy! Oh you're so gorgeous, so sexy. Pants off please? I want to taste you," I begged.
"Ja," he breathed, "Okay."
I sighed as he removed his trousers and stopped him just before he took off his boxers. I shook my head at him and put my finger to his lips hushing him. I pushed him down on his back and he fell back with a gasp. I winked at him and kissed his lips, his neck, his chest, each nipple, and trailed kisses all the way down his body til I reached the edge of his boxers just below his belly button. By now he was groaning and begging me to keep going, he was so hot like this.
When he put his hands in my hair and tugged gently, I moaned and touched his fingers with mine. He had such wonderful big hands. I knew I would never say no to his gentle touches. I massaged his wrists with my slender fingers to get him to loosen his hold a little so I could tease below the waistband of his boxers with my tongue, tasting him. I continued my journey down to where his hardness laid throbbing.
"Oh you're perfect, Luddy," I said. And he really really was.
I took the head into my mouth giving it little teasing kitten licks until he got progressively louder and then took him as deep in my mouth as I could sucking gently and then harder. I massaged his thighs and shifted my hands to his buttocks, squeezing him as he tugged at my hair.
"Feli! Feli! I'm going to—" he took his hands off of me to let me get away if I wanted to. I didn't.
I pulled off for a second, looked up at him and said, "It's okay, I want you to."
He nodded and his eyes fluttered shut as my mouth took him in again laving him with my lips and tongue. He dug his fingers into my scalp and seconds later, he cried out and released. I swallowed him down and licked my lips. I licked him a few more times until he dug his fingers into my hair and pulled gently.
"Feli! Feli...oh god. Feli..." he breathed out and pulled me up to him so he could kiss me again.
I smiled as he looked at me in awe. He licked his lips and smiled slightly.
"May I?" he asked.
I grinned widely, "Si, of course."
He lifted me up and rolled us over so he was on top. He kissed my mouth and moved his strong hands over my body thumbing my nipples slowly. It was driving me crazy. Seeing him come drove me crazy but his hands touching me like that, mio dio! The sensations of heat and pleasure running through me were making me louder and louder. I couldn't stop. I wasn't exactly a quiet person anyway but it was like he had unleashed something in me that was driving me wild.
He breathed out a laugh as he mouthed my nipples and palmed my cock at the same time. Oh god, did he know what he was doing to me? He must have. I was loud enough!
He moved down lower and lower until his mouth was on my inner thighs licking at them, not quite touching where I wanted him to but it was so hot, I didn't even care. He wound his large hands around my outer thighs and buttocks holding me down and taking my hardness into his warm, wet, velvety mouth. I cried out when he finally had all of me in his mouth, I thought I was going to come right then and there, but then he squeezed my balls stopping me from coming in that moment. I looked down at him frustrated, what was he trying to do to me? He backed off and took an index finger and put it to the corner of my mouth. He looked at me with a question in his eyes, I knew that if I said no, he would respect that. I opened my lips and sucked at it, getting his finger nice and wet. I fluttered my lashes and he looked like he was going to come again. He pulled his finger away and brought it back to my thigh. He took my cock in his mouth again and shifted his finger up toward my entrance.
"Oh! Dio! Ludwig! Please, I need you to!" I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted him to do but he had to do something or I was going to lose my mind!
He sucked me hard and circled my entrance with his wet finger, thenhe slowly pushed the tip of his finger in my hole, not too deep at first but pushed it in a little more each time. He stopped sucking me and kept moving his finger in me brushing against my insides, looking for something.
"Fuck!" I cried in pleasure as he touched that spot in me that made me see stars.
He smiled up at me and sucked me again while moving his finger back and forth over that spot just so perfect.
"Oh dio! Ludwig! Ahh! I'm—" I was cut off as I moaned loudly and white light washed over me all the way down through me. I realised I'd come in his mouth. I gasped as he kept moving his finger inside me for a few more seconds allowing me to ride out my orgasm.
He took his mouth off me and kissed my softening length one last time. Ludwig sluggishly moved off of me and brought himself up beside me. He brushed my sweaty hair away from my forehead and cheeks. I blinked slowly at him and shook my head.
"I-You...that was." I think he sucked my brains out, literally. I couldn't speak coherently.
He looked down at me and smiled caressing my hair and face and kissing me softly.
"Luddy, are you good?" I asked hesitantly.
He smiled shook his head, "You really have to ask?"
I smiled and huffed out a laugh, "Si, I'm just making sure."
"Ja, I am perfect."
I laughed, "You are!"
He blushed, "Not what I meant but uhh thanks."
He leaned forward and kissed my eye lids, my nose, and then my lips. Between each kiss he murmured, "I love these eyes, they're perfect." Kiss. "I love this nose, it's perfect." Kiss. "I love these lips, they're perfect." Kiss.
I couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up. He was too sweet and too kind to me.
"Luddy?"
"Ja?"
"Want to come over again tomorrow?"
He let out a laugh, "Hmm... okay."
~end part 1
Note: Please excuse my poor Italian and German. I used Google Translate.