Am I dreaming. No I..I'm awake.
I sit up suddenly realizing the screams are coming from Italy. He is thrashing about crying and yelling.
"Italy...Italy shh it's alright." I awkwardly pat his head. Suddenly, thin arms are wrapped around my neck and he burrows his face in my shirt. I bring my arms around in a lose hug, unsure of how to console him.
"I don't want to be alone." He sobs as he drifts back to sleep. Damn this kid. I can't get him to release his grip so I have to settle back down cuddling the small brunet. Has he always been so slender? I can smell the basal he so loves to cook with on his skin. It's quite soothing. I lean forward to burrow my face in his hair before falling asleep myself.
I realize that sunlight is streaming into the room. My head swims with what I believe to be a dream, until I realize...I'm still holding Feliciano.
"Schießen." He peeks at me from beneath beautiful lashes...stop. Stop. Don't go there Ludwig. A blush spreads across my face. I can't meet his gaze.
"A-are you alvight?" I hesitantly ask
"Ve...is...is this alright?" He looks down as his hand tightens on my t-shirt.
"..." He begins to pull away
"I'm sorry...I shouldn't... It." I tighten my grip not letting him leave. He looks up a bit surprised.
"It...it's..." His eyes, beautiful honey brown stare into mine. I didn't even know I moved, but suddenly I had captured his lips with mine. Gently running my hand through his hair I get a light gasp, and I pull away.
"Uh...I...uh...ja... ." Snuggling back into my shoulder, Italy replied.
"It's ok Ludwig I know." I sighed and drifted off back to sleep. I think we can afford a few more hours slee