Feliciano sighs, twirling the daisy between his fingers. He plucks a petal from the flower, whispering, "He loves me."
Another petal drifts down to the table to join its sibling. Feliciano lets out a saddened whimper, "He loves me not."
"He loves me," Feliciano says, this time more clearly, seeming to perk up upon hearing those words. Then his face draws into a scowl as he says, "He loves me not."
"G – Germany loves me," Feliciano stammers, his cheeks stained a light crimson. Another petal falls from his dainty fingertips, harmlessly landing next to the other four.
The floorboards creak behind the thoughtful Italian. He doesn't notice the figure behind him until a pair of arms curl around his midsection, squeezing him tightly. A hand stretches to grasp a petal from the flower, tugging it gently. The petal lands on Feliciano's lap.
"Germany loves you very much," Ludwig's deep voice says; he leans over, pressing a kiss to Feliciano's forehead, "although he would be a lot happier with you right now if you hadn't skipped training. But he always loves you, no matter what."
"Pinkie promise?" Feliciano asks, his hands laying upon Ludwig's own. The German turns his hand over, clasping Feliciano's hand tightly, before gripping his pinkie firmly within his own.
"Pinkie promise," Germany says, and Feliciano smiles widely.
So, I realized just about ten minutes ago that in my entire Hetalia fanfiction career, I have NEVER written a single GerIta fanfiction.
Ever.
So I felt like writing a fluffy little drabble. I hope you like it! :D