His Kiss

Feliciano long twisted curl twitched as he continued to snooze on through the shine of the morning. His light breathe cooed as the forest green comforter was drawn up to his chest. Ludwig's faint blue eyes creaked open and gazed over to the Italian laying besides him in his bed, once again. Feliciano had slept besides him so many times this month that it had become common to see the brunette dozing on in wonderland. Never the less, Ludwig was still a little irritated to have Italy dreaming to his right. Grumpy Germany rustled over in the thick green comforter and turned to face the Italian.

" Dummkopf...Vhy do you always sneak into mein room?" Germany grumbled upsetly to Italy. Though it was more like he was just talking to himself for Feliciano still rested in full slumber. Ludwig glared at the Italian with terrible frustration, waiting for that answer. However, the only sound was the air blowing out from Italy's lips. Germany stared and stared angrily at Italy and then suddenly his scowl faded. He felt blank for a while just gazing at Feliciano at his side. The blonde had always stared at the brunette and SEEN him but Germany hadn't really LOOKED at ,the pale sky of Ludwig's eye drifted like a cloud into his distance thoughts. Very distant thoughts..
Vov...I've never noticed slick and smooth Italy's hair vooks in the sunlight...I vonder how he keeps his hair so nice?, The German thought, and just zat odd vittle curl at ze side of his head...it's so...it's so adorable... Perfect to match his smile... Ludwig eyes abruptly got big and shocked with himself. He had ventured too far into unconscious mind. His cheeks were a little flush with a few shades of pinks and Ludwig tried to shake the color from his cheeks.
Vhere did zat come from?... Vhy vould I think something vike that? Ludwig's tosses rattled the bed a little and he noticed Feliciano move. Italy fidgeted and nuzzled forward onto Germany's broad chest. Like he was jumping to embrace him like he usually did when awake. The blonde's heart leap from him but he didn't know why. The curl of Feliciano's head tickled Ludwig's chin slightly. Germany peered down at him.
Italy's eyes remained closed but the corners of the Italian's lips were curved up. Almost as if Italy was smiling at him and then Germany's mind journeyed to that distance place again. Losing himself in Italy's smile.

He's so close to me...so gentle vike a lamb... Germany's eyes rested shut as he slowly slid his arms around his warm friend, holding him in embrace. Ludwig could feel Italy's heart thumping heavily upon his chest. A sliver of Germany's eyes reopened upon the day's beam. Italy... you're childish and foolish...you're vazy... and helpless.

The German glided his finger up from between the brunette's shoulder blades to stroke the thin ends of his hair. And I treat you so... roughly and yet...you stay by me...you are mein closest friend...mein only friend...and I care about you more zen anything...

Ludwig's cheeks became warm again with a new tone of red. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. Had he restrained feelings that had really built up to what he was thinking now? Vhat's vrong vith me?... Is my brain in love with Italy or something?... Am I falling for Italy? The simple question echoed in his mind. Butterflies brushed in his stomach and he drew Italy's head so that Feliciano's head would lay upon his neck.

Impossible...I can't be...falling for him...maybe it's just...brotherly love...yea zat's it,brotherly love...

Germany's mind felt as if it was clear again for moment till he glanced down with his blueness. Italy's head lie on his shoulder and the heat of his breath escaped upon Ludwig's neck. Cooing his light snore with that dreamy smile on his face. Germany felt like Italy was trusting him keep his dreams going and softly Feliciano spoke, " Germany-a..."
Ludwig jumped a little, thinking that his friend was awake but realized that his was only sleep talking. The blonde's cheeks brightened and burned a bit as he wondered why Italy was dreaming about him.

He's probably dreaming of us doing laps around ze field... Ludwig reassured himself. But still, his mind got away from him. Vonder if he's dreaming about us...t-together...

Even in Germany's mind, the words stuttered at the mere thought of them being together. Holding each other in their arms. Kissing each other sweetly in the morning, in the dark. Touching each other beneath the sheets. The German's face spread heated up as he thought of stroking Italy's warm member inside his white boxers. He's so kind to me...so sweet...so tender...
Germany drew up a familiar scent of rising wheat in the strands of Italy's hair. It reminded him of the time Feliciano tried give him the gift of savory pizza and fine bread.
Ludwig grazed the back of the Italian's neck with the tips of his fingers. The smoothness of his skin made him brew up an old, but valuable, memory. The day they promised to be friends forever, a pinkie promise. Ludwig contently smiled. Germany's brain drifted into the sea of flashbacks;all about Feliciano and him.

Ludwig's mouth loosened,gently he whispered, " Oh, Italy..."

More and more with every ticking second it became crystal that feeling he held in his heart was more than brotherly love. The blonde wanted Feliciano in his Liebende...his lover.

Germany exhaled out a hot breath upon Italy's face and pulled him in as close as paint on a wall. He lifted Italy's chin with the side of his index finger and Ludwig could feel his face shifting closer to Italy's. You are a puttz...and yet...I can't stay away from you...even if I tried...

There was a hesitation in the air. Everything seemed still and at ease with the bliss of morning's light gazing upon them and sound thumping of Ludwig's heart in the back of his head. Years felt like they were floating by for the blonde and he left unsure with what his was going to do. Germany's firmly pressed his lips to the surface of Feliciano's warm cheek. Ludwig's mouth made a settle sound as he drew away from Feliciano face. Germany felt happiness swim throughout him.
" G-Germany-a?" A voice sputtered out. It was Italy. Feliciano looked like it was painted with ruby oils and his caramel eyes were as big of the night's full,crisp moon.