googoodreamers asked: Oh! oh! oh! I had an idea for Gerita, but I can't remember it anymore -.- hum... So, let me think... GermanyxItaly (eheh) the hunger games au! :D yay!
((Oooh, I don't know if this is what you wanted, but…))
They'd known each other for as long as he could remember—Ludwig always looking after Feliciano, Feliciano always making sure Ludwig looked after himself, too. They both had their older brothers to worry about, but both Lovino and Gil had safely passed the age that would've put them at risk of the Reaping.
The night before their final Reaping, he felt a sense of unease. There was so much at risk—the future and their promises to one another. Sleep didn't find him that night.
The next morning, the woman from the Capitol dug through their names, deciding who would be sent to their death.
"Ludwig Beilschmidt!" she sang out. A scream in the back of the crowd—Gil couldn't protect Ludwig. His heart hammered in his chest as he opened his mouth.
Ludwig had always protected him.
"I volunteer as tribute," Feliciano said. His voice was astoundingly calm. Ludwig froze midstep beside him.
"No!" Ludwig said, grabbing him. "You can't!" He seemed beyond words; Lovino shouted obscenities beyond the corrals of waiting children. Feliciano stood on tiptoes to kiss Ludwig's cheek.
"It's my turn to protect you."