Baichan: Poor Chibitalia, she misses her prince... Prequal/companion fic is 'Dashing'.
Desperate
Feliciano had been desperate for that feeling, ever since Holy Rome had died.
Of being loved.
Of loving.
He tried to love the whole world but they kept fighting.
So he picked a side.
He picked Germany's side.
He looked so much like Holy Rome.
But he didn't look at him the same.
His eyes didn't hold the same love.
They didn't for a long time.
But eventually they did.
As Feliciano became less desperate for everyone else's attention, he became more desperate for Ludwig's.
He loved the way his eyes would light up when he did something funny.
Or when the blush spread on Ludwig's cheeks.
But his favorite moment was when Germany finally held the little Italian in his arms and whispered to him those words he had been so desperately craving to hear.
'Ich Liebe Dich'
'I love you'
And at that serene moment.
Feliciano became a little less desperate.