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Feli was angry. He stared dejectedly at his bowl of pasta while Ludwig chewed neatly on his brawtwurst. Feli had never felt so alone in his life. The two men had begun dating four weeks previously and Ludwig still hadn't kissed him yet. Feli was at his wits end when he headed to the sink to clean up.
When all the dishes had been gathered together in the sink Feli began washing them. Ludwig came up behind him with a wash cloth and dried every dish Feli washed. They worked in silence until Ludwig cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Are you still mad about training earlier?" He asked his voice etched with worry. Feli shook his head and handed him a plate with more force than intended.
"Then what's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Feli could already feel the tears welling in his eyes.
"Come on, Italia, you can tell me."
"It's all your fault!" The smaller man burst out. Germany froze and turned worried cornflower blue eyes on his.
"What?"
"You haven't even kissed me! I don't even know if you love me or not!" Italy began crying and the bigger man tucked him gently in his arms resting his chin on the smaller man's head.
"I'm sorry Italy, It is all my fault." Italy cried into his black tank top and when he had stopped sobbing Germany smiled. "Feeling better?"
Italy wiped his eyes.
"No." The german flushed, and then quick as he could he pecked Italy right on the lips. The little Italian's body roared with happiness and he giggled about hugging Germany tight. "Thank you, Doitsu!" The German was puzzled. That little of a thing and it made the Italian so happy? One thing was for sure, it wouldn't be too hard to keep the little man in his joyous state.
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