What have I done?
By Puga-san
~Hetalia Gerita~
'What if he really does hate me? What have I done?'
Italy sunk down into despair as he hid from his love.
He made a mistake, a huge mistake. He ran a shaking hand through his auburn hair and shuddered.
'How can he ever forgive me? I hurt him so much.'
Feliciano didn't hear the light bootsteps outside the door of his hiding place, until they found him.
Not wanting to look into the familiar eyes that burned into his heart, he buried his head into his knees.
Suddenly an arm went under his back. Another under his knees.
He looked up I surprise as he felt himself being shifted into his love's lap
Tears still falling he saw the piercing blue eyes, soft and loving?
HOW?
He closed his eyes trying to figure out how this was possible, how he forgave him so fast. Then he felt a kiss being laid on his lips.
WHAT?
Another surprise from such an orderly, handsome...
Wait, focus! Is this real?
"W-wha?" His shaky voice finally breaking through his thoughts.
"Italia, I know you think I'm mad, I can see it in your eyes. I stopped trying to be mad at you a long time ago. I love you Italien, my heart melts every time I see you. Don't cry, my love, don't cry, I might start crying as vell ." both of their tears were wiped away by the strong, gloved hand of Germany, Italy's love.
"No, my dear, no more blaming yourself ."
Germany issued sweet calming murmurs into the weeping Italian's ear and soon the Italian was smiling again.
"D-d-do you really, truly l-love me?"
"Ja, I love you with my whole heart Feli ."
A sweet kiss was planted on the German's lips.
"Ti amo troppo, doitsu!"
And they stayed.
Together.
In each other's loving arms.