A/N) I'm back with a multi-chaptered story. This one has been sitting in a notebook for awhile now. This story will be filled with young love, realization, passion and later on lemons. This is between two boys, you have been warned. It's Germany and Italy human names will be used.

I don't own Hetalia. If I did I definitely wouldn't be writing this fic. Trust me! Please enjoy

"Feliciano?" Germany asked looking over at the Italian. He was red faced and swaying side to side a dazed expression across his face.

"Ve..." Italy looked at Ludwig with his glazed over brown eyes. "I think I might be getting sick, Ludwig." Italy felt his forehead, noting it was quite warm.

"You should head to bed then. I can take care of this by myself" Germany noted all the paperwork stacked on his desk.

"No! I'm fine, really!" Italy answered quickly. Actually, he was afraid to fall asleep. His dreams being haunted from images of his past. Wearing dresses, and cleaning Austria's house wasn't so bad, but seeing the object of his earlier affections, Holy Roman Empire, was.

As a child, he and the Empire were, in a sense, young lovers. He was so good to Italy. When he departed, Italy was only left with a ghost feeling of their lips touching. The pain when he was told Holy Roman Empire would never return, was too much to bear. He buried his childhood, deep down wanting to forget everything. Now, his past was hitting him in waves, and Feliciano couldn't bear it. The worst part was looking at Ludwig. It was like a form of torture. His slicked back blonde hair, and bright blue eyes did nothing, but hurt the Italian. He looked like his young love, and it killed Italy. He didn't want to upset his amigo for life though. So he kept trying to bury his past, and keep his feelings in check.

He hadn't noticed Germany walking over to him, placing a hand on his head. "Italy, you are burning up. I order you to bed this instant."

Italy wanted to whine and pout, but shocked Germany when he got up to leave "Germany, will you come hold my hand until I fall asleep?" He asked shyly. He may be trying to bury his past, but any attention from his blonde was well worth it.

Ludwig looked like he was turning his head to think, but actually he was hiding the blush creeping up his face. He couldn't help it, this moronic, lazy, hyper active Italian, had a place in his heart. He couldn't afford time for love, and the Italian and his free loving attitude, probably didn't want the brash, work oriented, German. He turned to the Italian and nodded his head. Any time he could touch Feliciano was good time.

He walked with the Italian to his room, and let his thoughts wander. For as long as Germany could remember, he always had a soft spot for Feli. His childhood he never could remember, but it's almost like he knew, and he loved this boy forever.

They got to the room, and Italy crawled wordlessly into bed. He drew the covers up to his chin not even bothering to strip his clothes, like he usually did. Germany plucked a chair from the other side of the room, and set it down beside the bed. He sat in it, and looked down at Italy who was panting from the fever.

"Gott, Italy you look terrible." Germany said.

Feliciano really did look so frail in the big bed. His cheeks red with fever, his chest barely heaving under the covers. His usually crazy curled ahoge looked limp and lifeless. Germany couldn't help but reach out and stroke the boys face with the back of his hand.

Italy closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. He was overwhelmingly struck with the urge to sleep, and he drifted off.

Italy was much smaller now wearing a pretty maid costume. It was very puffy, but it wasn't constricting. He also had a handkerchief tied around his head. He was told Holy Roman Empire was leaving, but was too swamped with chores he had no choice, but to complete. He lamented this fact. Sure, in the beginning the boy had been an asshole, but he did such nice things later on, that Italy soon had a full blown crush.

He had his loyal pushbroom under his arm, and was carrying a rather heavy bucket of water. He looked up, and there he was, his childhood crush.

"Are you really leaving?" He asked the empire

"Yes! I have to go I'm sorry"

"I don't want you to go, but if you really have to, take this. Maybe it might help you think of me" he thrust his broom in front of him, the bucket long forgotten

"How will this make me think-" The empire had his thoughts filled with seeing the beautiful Italy, always with the broom in his hand. He took it clutching it to his chest "I'll cherish it always. I want to give you something too. What do people in your country do when they like someone?"

"Ve...a kiss, I think."

"A kiss, huh?" The blonde began moving towards the auburn haired maid while blushing nervously "I've liked you, for a very long time."

Their lips touched in an intense, but chaste kiss. It sent currents down Italy's spine. How he loved this boy.

Ludwig hadn't moved as he watched Feliciano fall asleep. He truly was beautiful. How did he get so sick? Maybe, because lately he hadn't been taking his regular siesta. Was he working the Italian too hard? He had been rather harsh with him lately. He made a mental note to go easier on him next time. He noticed Feliciano mumbling in his sleep. Germany moved Italy's bangs out of his face when he heard the words

"Holy Roman Empire." Escape the Italians mouth.

Then Ludwig felt like he got hit by a ton of bricks.