Heartstrings
~Chapter One~
It was another nations meeting and Heracles was sleeping. Again.
Feliciano sighed. Heracles was so lazy. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled loudly. Blushing as the sleepy nation cracked an eye open and glanced at him. Feliciano looked away. A hand touched his shoulder, followed by a voice in his ear.
"Wanna get something to eat?" It was Heracles.
His cheeks burning red, he nodded.
"Feliciano and I are going to grab a bite to eat. Be back in a few."
Ludwig narrowed his blue eyes but nodded and allowed the two to leave.
Alfred and Arthur snickered, catching the stumbling Italian's blush as he and Heracles left the meeting room.
Heracles turned to Feliciano and smiled widely.
"What do you want?"
"P…pasta." The young Italian stammered.
With a big grin, the Greek nodded and led the way.
Feliciano watched the older nation, without looking where he was going. Tripping over his own foot, he stumbled. He would've fallen had it not been for Heracles grabbing his hand and holding him steady.
"Feliciano! Are you alright?" his voice was filled with worry and concern.
Feliciano nodded and quickly let go of the Greek's hand, blushing badly.
Heracles grinned, seeing Feliciano's cheeks turned red. To tease the Italian, and because he wanted to, he took his hand again.
The young nation looked at their entwined hands and then looked to Heracles.
"Is…this a…" Feliciano couldn't finish his sentence.
"A date?" Heracles smiled down at the young Italian, "If you want it to be one."
Nodding, the young nation smiled.
Heracles beamed, squeezing Feliciano's hand once.
"Good, because I wanted it to be one."
The little Italian blushed, looking away.
They got their food and sat down to eat. Feliciano silently ate his pasta while Heracles slurped his noodles noisily. After a few more moments of loud slurping and silence, they were finished.
Heracles took the younger nation's hand in his and they walked the streets for a bit.
Feliciano looked down at his feet.
Looking at him with a smile on his face, the Greek stopped and lifted the Italian's chin with his hand. Looking into his warm brown eyes, the older nation's own eyes softened.
"If this is a date," The nation began, his face moving closer to Feliciano's. "Then it's alright if I kiss you?"
Feliciano's eyes widened, but he nodded, his cheeks turning an even darker pink.
Heracles grinned and without another word, he lowered his head, and brought his lips down to Feliciano's own soft ones.
Feliciano's eyes fluttered closed and he wrapped his arms around the Greek's neck.
A few seconds later, Heracles pulled away, staring deep into Feliciano's eyes.
"I'm happy." He stated simply, his face flushed and lit up with a large, bright, amused grin.
Nodding in agreement, the Italian smiled as well.
"Me too."