This was supposed to be a Spamano, but I didn't really like the way it came out, so I tried again, and I got a GerIta. Go figure.

Many thanks to the wonderful Moonclaimed, who edited this at 3 in the morning. Love ya!

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A small dark spot danced on the wall, catching Feliciano's eye.

Ve? What's that? he asked himself as he inched closer. His eyes widened in surprise and he jumped back into the table.

"Ludwig! Ludwig!" he cried frantically. Rapid thumps were heard on the stairs and a disheveled German appeared.

"Feliciano! What's wrong, are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Feliciano latched on to him, sobbing into the larger man's chest.

"Oh, Ludwig, you have to save me! -"

"FELI!" The Italian looked up, tears in his eyes. Ludwig pinched the bridge of his nose. He loved Feli to death, he really did, but sometimes he really just wanted to punch him in the face. Any number of things could have him this upset. A phone call from Russia, an insult from Romano, running out of pasta… Ludwig took a deep breath.

"Feli…I need you to calm down and tell me what's wrong."

Feliciano pointed a shaky finger at the wall.

"It's going to eat all of my pasta and then it's going to eat me! Please help me, Ludwig!" he wailed.

Ludwig followed his lover's finger and froze. What was the Italian even talking about?

"Feli, there's nothing there. Did you hit your head again?"

"V-Ve? But it's right there. How can you not see it? It's huge and it's going to eat my pasta!"

Ludwig glanced worriedly at the sobbing mess in front of him, but said mess seemed so insistent that he looked back at the wall. There was nothing there, aside from the clock that always hung there. But Feli was still pointing and insisting something was there, so he squinted his eyes and looked again. A speck on the wall caught his attention. He stood up, ignoring Feliciano's protests, and approached the blemish. He mentally face palmed as he figured out what it was. His Italian's logic was flawed.

"Feli…" he sighed, "it's just a spider. They don't eat humans, or pasta. You're perfectly fine." He went back to the auburn-head's side. Feliciano's hands latched onto Ludwig's arms.

"Ve? No, Ludwig, you have to do something! What happens if it goes after you after it eats me?"

Ludwig stared blankly. Had the Italian not heard a single word he just said? Ludwig sighed, standing back up, and grabbed a paper towel. He pushed it against the wall, killing the spider. He went and disposed of it before returning once again to the Italian's side, reaching out awkwardly to comfort him.

"It's ok, Feli, the spider's gone now, see?" Feliciano looked at the wall, making sure he was telling the truth, before tackling Ludwig.

"Oh, Ludwig! I just knew you'd save me! Ti amo, ti amo!" He tilted his head up and kissed the blond nation, whose face was becoming increasingly redder.

"J-Ja…Ich liebe dich, Feliciano." he muttered.

"Thanks again for saving me today, Ludwig", the Italian said as he climbed into bed.

"You're welcome. Say, Feli," Ludwig asked as he put his arms around the Italian nation. "I was wondering…"

"Yes, Luddy?"

"Why would the spider eat you before me? I am larger than you, so wouldn't it be more logical for it would eat me first?"

"Ve~ But you're full of German food, which is good, while I'm full of pasta, which is the best food in the world, so of course it would eat me before you!"

"…Good night, Feliciano."