Editor's Note:This is just a random piece of Crack-Assery. Rated M for some graphic-ness. It is the first in the mini-fan series hetale. Based off The Beauty and the Beast. -Sugar

Disclaimer: We do NOT own Hetalia, or Beauty and the Beast. This is just a fragmant of our fan-girl imagination.

Chapter 1: Meeting

Ludwig glared at the Italian standing at his door. How did he end up with this lazy man anyway? Feliciano skipped into the German's home. "Wow! You have a really nice home, ve!" The young Italian looked around the main entrance and was amazed at what he saw. Great. He also had this annoying voice too. Ludwig started to mutter to himself about that stupid Schmidt and the same man for letting this trouble into his nice, orderly, and CLEAN home.

Still looking around, the Italian made his way back to the German. "Can you show me your home? I'd like to see more of it and I'm sure you can help me not get lost, ve." Feliciano nervously admitted.

Glaring at his watch like it was responsible for everything, Ludwig said "Sorry. I'm terribly busy, so Maria," he gestured over his shoulder at the pretty maid, "can show you around." and with that, Ludwig left the Italian standing there. Feliciano felt a bit saddened that he wasn't to be toured around by the large German but followed the young maid.

Back at his desk, overloaded with paperwork, Ludwig listened to his messages: One from his brother, asking for some money to pay a debt that he lost to that French person, another from Schmidt, the man who brought the Italian into his home, the one who suggested that Italy and Germany should become allies. Ludwig groaned at the memory of signing the pact that brought the Italian army into his home. Ludwig started out the window in his office. The storm clouds heading toward his home meant snow was coming. The time for winter arrived again.

Feliciano found a way to somehow escape the maid of her boring tour. For a pretty girl in a maid uniform, she was pretty bland and unappealing. Thus Feliciano slipped away to explore on his own and stumbled upon a door. He didn't know where it would lead but he decided to slowly open the door to peek inside. Ludwig jumped slightly at the sound of his office door opening, and turned his head, looked around the piles of paperwork, and found the Italian standing in the doorway.

"Oh~. So THIS is where the door leads to, huh?"

"Yes. This is my office." Ludwig got up from his seat, and walked over to the Italian. He was a good 8 inches taller than the small, brown-haired man. Up close, Ludwig had seen that the Italian was a pretty handsome man. Some thoughts ran through his head, some thoughts that would have made that French bastard wish he could be a part of, but Ludwig shook them out. I mean, Ludwig thought, I don't think men can do that together.

"It's nice, ve~." The young Italian went to the German's desk and lightly ran his fingers over the beautifully polished wood. "I like it."

Ludwig cleared his throat. He realized that he did not know this man's name, and if this man and some of his troops were staying in his home, he should use some of those manners that Austrian hammered into his head some time ago. "Name's Ludwig Weillschimdt. You and your troops are free to do most anything that my house has to offer. Just, don't try to destroy the place."

The young Italian looked to the man who he now was to call Ludwig. "I'm Feliciano Vargas, ve! I'll make sure the boys behave!" He sent a warm smile to the otherwise cold hearted German. Ludwig's heart skipped a beat, but he shook it off, thinking it was the oncoming weather.

"Excuse me," he said. He walked over to his phone and rang up his butler, "Ralph, can you tell the chef to prepare dinner. And get some rooms prepared for our guests, and make sure that the fireplace is set. There might be a blizzard tonight." After hearing the affirmation on the other side of the phone, he hung up and spoke to the Italian. "Well, I might as well give you a tour since you escaped from Maria."

Feliciano smiled wide. "That sounds good, ve!" Ludwig stalked out of the room, taking big strides, trying to make Feliciano worn out. He made out small pointers with no more than a head nod toward the main parts of the house, pointing out the kitchen, library, music room, and the stables. As Ludwig was giving his tour; Feliciano was captivated mainly by the fact that the German was very attractive, in a rough and serious kind of way, which reminded him of someone he knew a long time ago... However, he knew that person was gone and maybe the German could help him forget his past.

Time passed, and his faithful friend and butler Ralph came to him and announced that their dinner was ready. "Yay! I'm starving, ve~!" Feliciano skipped in front of the German, very excited to finally be able to get food in his system.

Ludwig sat down at the head of the table. He was pretty happy to sit as far away as possible from Feliciano, and that his chair was warmed by the fireplace behind him. As Ralph led the servers in, he realized that he was pretty hungry as well. The smell of perfectly made potatoes wafted over to him, and he was pleased with his chef's wonderful cooking. Feliciano was fidgeting in his seat, awaiting for food to appear in front of him murmuring to himself the possibilities of the various dishes that could have been prepared. Germany smiled at his servant as he placed the plate in front of him and the Italian. The plate consisted of dampfnudel, with an accompaniment of delicious potato soup. He ordered a pint of Kölsch to drink, and asked "Mr. Vargas, what would you like to drink? We have wine or beer."

"Hmm..." The young Italian pondered for a moment. "A Nero d'Avola Rosso 1938, please!"

Ludwig blinked, as well as the server standing near the Italian. He didn't think they had that, but it probably didn't hurt to have his kitchen workers run to the nearest mart to buy this wine. He gestured to his servant, "Gehen Sie aus und kaufen Sie einen Nero d'Avola Rosso." And off that little boy went.

Feliciano's face saddened a bit. "I-I hope it won't be too much trouble for you, ve..." The Italian fussed with his napkin that was placed in his lap.

"Oh, it's not much. It's apparently my job to please you." Ludwig winced inwardly at his words. The Italian's sad face made his heart crack. Only a small one, though.

The Italian looked to Ludwig's blue eyes. "A-Are you sure? I don't want you to fuss over me, ve~..."

"Yes. I'm sure."

"O-Okay..." The young Italian stared at his lap, nervously messing with his napkin. 'I hope I'm not bothering him' The Italian thought. "I don't want to be a bother to you..." Feliciano said softly to himself. Ludwig, to get rid of the uncomfortable silence, delved instantly into his dampfnudel, trying to get rid of this situation in his chefs good cooking.

Feliciano, blushing after the bold statement he made, also began to eat the weird German food placed in front of him. He wasn't accustomed to the odd German dish but ate it to be polite. For some reason, I feel like I should cook next time we have a meal.

As Ludwig was starting to put the first spoonful of the potato soup in his mouth, he heard the familiar muffled sounds coming from down the hall. Lieber Gött...Ludwig thought nervously. He put his spoon back in its bowl and grabbed his beer, trying to drown out the situation that would come soon. His drunken brother. Feliciano was still eating the weird German food when suddenly,-

"West!" Gilbert burst through the door, his face showing that he was well inebriated, his shirt partly open, and the nervous maid behind him. "You started dinner without me?"

Feliciano jumped in his seat. Wh-Who is this? The Italian thought, scared of what the drunken man was to do and say next.

Ludwig realized that his beer wouldn't take his brother out of the room. He set it down on the table, and said with a strained voice, "Gilbert, I think you are scaring my guest, and that's not good for your image, is it not?" Ludwig had to restrain himself from standing up and throwing out his brother with his own hands.

"Damn, West, you're starting to sound a lot like that stupid aristocrat..." Gilbert hiccupped. He turned his head to look at the Italian man, and rushed over to him. Feliciano blushed as he saw the one named Gilbert rush over to him, tensing a bit. Gilbert put his arm around the man's shoulder and examined him. "Man, West. Where'd you find this cutie?" Gilbert leaned to Feliciano's ear, "Why you here with West, eh?"

Feliciano blushed deeply. "I-I don't understand your question, ve!" The Italian tried to wiggle out of Gilbert's grasp but was unsuccessful.

Ludwig stood from the table, the anger clearly showing in his face. He walked over to Gilbert and stood over him, glaring. That glare would've scared that Russian man. The strain in his voice was clear, but he didn't care. "Gilbert. Can you. PLEASE. Leave? And didn't you already have dinner with your drinking buddies?"

Gilbert looked up the inch of a way the way up to Ludwig's face. He smiled, and lifted his arm off the Italian. "Yeah, just came by to ask for the money to pay back stupid Francis."

Feliciano, still scared from the impression Gilbert left on his shoulder, could only stare as the two men fought. He saw anger in Ludwig's eyes he was sure wasn't there when the German was irritated with him. This was a pure anger, coming from the heart and the young Italian could see that clearly. Even though the auburn haired man seems ditzy and spacey, he wasn't dumb nor was he ignorant to the emotions surrounding him, especially at that moment

Ludwig softened his glare for a few seconds, but came back in full fever. "Gilbert, I'm not going to give you money. Pay him back yourself." He nearly growled.

Gilbert grinned. "I know that. Francis and Antonio forced me to come in and ask. Why would the awesome me ever lose a bet?"

Feliciano was frozen in his seat. He couldn't believe what he was seeing happen before his eyes. He swallowed a lump in his throat before he decided to speak again. "E-Excuse me, ve." The Italian put his napkin down on the table and left for the bathroom.

Ludwig glanced at his untouched soup. Maybe he could ask Ralph to save it for him. Gilbert waved goodbye and stumbled towards the front door, with Maria helping him along. Ludwig called over Ralph and told him to preserve his potato soup for him. After Ralph left, Ludwig stalked out of the room, looking for Feliciano.

Feliciano closed the bathroom door behind him and leaned against the door. The Italian slowly slipped down the door and felt his heart drop as he sat. What am I doing? You're such a coward, Feliciano! A worthless coward! He felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes as he thought of his pathetic ways of living.

Ludwig ran his hand through his blonde, slicked-back hair. How hard was it to find an Italian? Very hard, apparently. He probably really did go to the bathroom, and the German walked towards the nearest bathroom. He knocked on the door.

"I'm not here." The Italian squeaked out as tears flowed down his cheeks

He growled. He knocked again, holding back his anger. "Yes, you are. Come out here."

"No."

"Yes. Before I break down the door." The Italian opened the door enough so that the German could be let in.

Ludwig walked into the big bathroom. The Italian's cheeks were tear-stained. His heart tumbled downwards, and his eyes travelled from Feliciano's face to his arm. Gilbert's hand had left an ominous mark on his shoulder. He growled, "That stupid drunk idiot. He hurt you."

Feliciano looked up to Ludwig's blue eyes. "I-It's fine, r-really, ve..." More tears poured out from his eyes as he heard the German growl out his words.

"No, it's not. My brother hurt you. That's not fine at all." He looked down into the man's brown eyes with sorrow. The pain was clear in that man's eyes.

"I-I'm fine... D-Don't worry about me..." The Italian's tone was serious as he spoke and looked away from the entrancing blue eyes that belonged to the German. However, his tears still flowed over his flushed cheeks. He didn't believe him. The German softly placed a hand under the Italian's chin and made him look at him. Feliciano's lips looked so inviting at that moment.

Feliciano stared back, his lips lightly quivering from his crying. "D-Don't stare like that, ve... You may give off the wrong impression..."

Ludwig ignored him. He was compelled by some other force to lean forward and steal this man's lips, when suddenly; Ralph's voice outside the door interrupted his inner mind theatre.

Feliciano felt his heart race as he heard the butler call out to his master, frightened from the unfamiliar voice.

Ludwig winced internally again, and confirmed what his butler said. He didn't know what made him think of what would happen if he kissed this man, but he didn't really want to go back to what would happen AFTER that kiss. He shook it from his mind, and turned to leave the room. Feliciano frowned as Ludwig left the bathroom. Feeling like he accomplished nothing, the Italian just sat and allowed more tears to fall off his cheeks and shatter like broken glass.

Stopping at the door, Ludwig turned around and looked at the man crying. The crack in his heart widened, and he walked back over and picked up the man. "I'll take you to your room." The Italian nodded and tried to wipe away some of the tears falling from his eyes and followed the German.

Ludwig stared at the floor, then at the windows. The storm clouds were closer than before, and the light plink of ice hit the windows. "You sure you are fine? I could find some painkillers for you."

Shaking his head, the Italian silently conveyed he was fine. It really wasn't the pain in his arm that was truly bugging him. It was the weird tinge in his heart that he was feeling whenever the German would speak or even look at him. How could he feel like this? Why was he feeling like this?

He stopped at the Italian's door, which was next to his own room. He silently cursed Ralph for arranging the rooms to be like this. "Well, if you need anything, Maria can come to your aid, and my room is right next door." And with that, Ludwig turned and left to go back and eat his potato soup. Even though it hurt his heart to say that to this man.

The Italian stared at the door for a while then murmured a quick 'thank you' then went inside of his room.

Author's Note: Ha, finally. I've been waiting to do this. Sorry for the lack of smutt in this first chapter. We will get to that soon.

Translations:
Dampfnudel (German) Meaning: Steamed noodle. Is a sort of white bread eaten as a meal or as a dessert in Germany and in France

Kölsch (German) Meaning: German beer from Cologne

Nero d'Avola Rosso (Italian): Meaning: Black of Avola. Red wine from Italy

Gehen Sie aus und kaufen Sie einen Nero d'Avola Rosso (German) Meaning: Go out and buy Nero d'Avola Rosso.

Lieber Gött (German) Meaning: Dear God.