You were sitting on your couch watching TV when your phone vibrated next to you. You answered your phone and heard the cheerful Italian voice you know belongs to your friend Feli.
"Ciao-a Bella!"
"Hey Feli what's up?" you answered.
"I was-a wondering if you-a wanted to make pasta today?!" he sounded cheerful, but not as much as he usually does when he wants to make pasta.
"Um, yeah sure come on over."
"YEAH grazie! Ill be-a right over. Sit tight!" and then you heard the phone click. He sounded a bit nervous. You shrugged it off and went upstairs to get ready.
About 10 minutes later, you heard a knock at your door. You ran over and opened up the door and found Feli standing on your pouch holding 4 pounds of pasta.
"I-a brought 4 pounds. I'm-a hungry so i figured I'd eat-a a lot."
"Feli" you started off in a calm voice, "WHO EATS 4 POUNDS OF PASTA!?" you shouted. Feli frowned. "Oh never mind come inside dude!" He smiled again. He walked in and over to the kitchen. He seemed pretty tense, so you decided to ask him about it.
"Hey Feli are you OK? You seem really tense." He stopped in his tracks.
"What? No I'm-a fine Bella. Don't-a worry so much." OK, this is DEFINITELY NOT the Feliciano you know. You smiled and took out the pasta pot and filled it with water. You put it on on the stove, and when it boiled, you dumped the pasta. Usually Feli would be going on and on about how Ludwig wouldn't let him eat pasta until he was done training- today? NOTHING. He tested the pasta, and when it was cooked he drained it. He was walking back with the colander filled with pasta. He would usually be smiling like an idiot by now, knowing that he would be eating soon, but he just seemed so stressed.
"Feli PLEASE tell me what's wrong!?" This made him jump, causing pasta to go everywhere, most of it landing on you.
"Bella I'm so-a sorry!" You just laughed.
"It's fine Feli. I'm just more worried whats making you so upset." You sat down on one of your kitchen chairs. You looked up at him, waiting for his answer. He walked over to you, and bent down to look in your eyes.
"Well-a Bella if-a you really want to-a know. Ti amo." You looked at him confused.
"What does that mean?" you asked.
"Maybe this will-a help you understand." He cupped you cheeks and pressed his warm soft lips against yours. At first you flinched, but then you relaxed and eased into the kiss. He pulled away. You looked at him with shock. He frowned and stood up to leave. "Wait!" you cried. He turned around. "Si Bella?" You looked at him.
"I love you too." He smiled and grabbed you by the hand. "Let's-a go get you-a cleaned up Bella." You almost forgot you were covered from head to toe with spaghetti. You laughed. "OK Feli." You got all the pasta off you and changed your clothes. You came back downstairs and found Feli eating pasta. "You made more without me?" you asked. "Si Bella." He stood up and made you a plate.
"It's delicious as always Feli" you said after taking a bite.
"Grazie Bella" he said smiling. After you ate, he walked over to you, picked you up bridal style, and carried you over to the couch and laid you down.
"You are-a very beautiful Bella. Ti amo."
"I love you too Feli!" He climbed on top of you and kissed you passionately.

-I'll leave the rest up to your imagination-

*Extended ending*

You and Feli have been happily married for 5 years now. You have two children, and are expecting another one. You have many friends, and live in Italy, making pasta every day and you both are happy just to be eating pasta in each others arms.

THE END!