Hello! This is quite possibly the longest one-shot I have: GERITA! My OTP! I had "fun" with this one. I love GerIta, and re-reading it gave me goosebumps. Anyways, warnings are... implied character death. So brace yourselves! QUE DISCLAIMERS!:
DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT OWN FELICIANO VARGAS/NORTH ITALY, LUDWIG BEILSCHMIDT/GERMANY, OR HETALIA! Although it'd be awesome if I did XD
Anyways, onto the fic!
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Ludwig stood up, reaching for his papers that were inside a pocket in his jacket. He took a deep breath and pulled the papers out, standing in front of the podium.
"I know I don't belong here with Feliciano's family and friends, but I know a long time ago, he wished for me to do this. Feliciano was a light for all of us; he looked for the goodness in everything, and found it. He used his optimism to make everyone around him happy, even in the darkest of times."
Ludwig continued, not even glancing down at the papers he prepared. He even explained about the time when Feli streaked across the house, drawing sad laughter from the mourning crowd. Ludwig himself let his lips form a smile as he recalled the memory.
"Und this is why we all loved him. This is why I still love him."
Ludwig looked down into the open casket, down at his little Feliciano. He felt a tear fall down his cheek.
"I'll always love him. Mein liebe."
I look down at him from my paradise, with my Grandpa Rome by my side. I smile.
"Anchio ti amo, il mi amore."
FIN
Why do I do this to myself. IT'S LIKE TORTURE TO MY FEELS! I hope you guys liked it! Please review, it would be much appreciated! Thaaaank yoooou again! I loved writing this!
-Anon