This is just a drabble or what to call it. I'm not sure if they're IC or not... I wrote it late last night, so it might not be that good.

Yes, Hetalia belongs to me. That's why I'm writing this instead of letting it be in the show. No, of course I don't own it.

"Ludwig, Ludwig! Hug me!" Cheerfully, Feliciano threw himself at his friend, almost knocking both of them over in the process. As usually, he was late for training, and he was doing his best to distract Ludwig from that.

Ludwig strictly untangled the Italian from himself. "You're late. You do know that, right? Und your tie is all wrong. Let me fix it for you."

"It doesn't matter." Feliciano protested, pouting as Ludwig undid his tie anyway. "I can do it myself."

"Nein, you can't. That's why I'm doing it for you." With steady hands, Ludwig tied the knot properly, tapping Feliciano's nose lightly with one finger before he stepped away, blushing.

Feliciano smiled sweetly at him. "Grazie."

"Ja ja. You still have to run your laps, you know." Ludwig coughed slightly, using it as an excuse to turn his burning face away.

"Ve, Ludwig. I don't want to run laps! It's boring, and I don't like it." the pout returned to Feliciano's face. "No way."

"Feliciano… Do I have to tell you one more time?"

"No! I'm sorry; I'll run! Don't hurt me, please!" From some unknown place, Feliciano got a white flag, which he waved with great enthusiasm. "I'll run all the laps you want me to run!"

"Give me that flag. If you fall over, you might poke your own eye out." Ludwig grabbed the stick, trying to pry it from the Italian. "Just let go."

Feliciano stubbornly shook his head. "No." Of course, he was weaker than Ludwig, and soon had to let go of the flag. "Ve~ Do I really have to run?" he whined, laying down on the ground as though going for his siesta already.

"Ja. You have to. It's just ten laps, it's not very much." Ludwig sighed. "I'll let you have pasta for dinner if you do it."

"Pasta? Really? Grazie Ludwig, grazie!" Only the prospect of food or women, or Britain hunting him, could make Feliciano run laps, so now that he'd been offered pasta, he was more than happy to oblige.

Or so Ludwig thought.

He could see the Italian run clumsily about half of the way; and in behind some sort of building, from which he didn't show up afterwards. Shaking his head, Ludwig went to collect him.

"You're going to be the death of me, I swear." Ludwig claimed, ruining the seriousness by smiling fondly.

Clutching a new flag, Feliciano looked up at him, smiling back. "If you die, then I'll die too." he claimed.

Chuckling lightly, Ludwig went up to Feliciano, taking the flag away and throwing it on the ground. He cupped the boy's chin, turning his face up to kiss him. When he pulled away, Feliciano giggled happily and threw his arms around Ludwig's neck.

"Ti amo, Ludwig," he whispered, nuzzling his face into Ludwig's neck.

"Ich liebe dich auch." Ludwig told him, hugging him back. "But you have to run anyway."

"Ve~"