Oneshot
Pairing: Germany x Italy
Historically correct?: No.
Content: Reference to a relationship between two males.
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"Ludwig..."
God, that annoying voice again. It was drifting outside of his consciousness and lingering annoyingly, he wished he was awake so he could hit it. The voice that was obviously male, but had a girlish twang to it that made it infuriating! The voice that somehow managed to sing and talk in honey-coated way that made Ludwig cmile. The voice that was so irresistibly adorable that he wished he could just hug the thing that made it...!
"Ludwig..."
God, that boy...
What did he want now?
Some pasta?
Ludwig wouldn't mind making pasta for him... Or buying it. He liked it... And Germany liked seeing his carefree smile. He liked hearing his laughter as the boy waited anxiously for the pasta to finish. As he would sing something along the lines of "Lets boil some pasta!" It was wonderful and adorable. Ludwig would never admit that though. He could NEVER admit that he LIKED the thing... But in his mind, certainly he could say whatever he wished. There was no one else to hear it anyway.
"Ludwig, I love you..."
The blond man finally opened his eyes.
He looked around for the source of the annoyingly cute voice. Maybe... Could he by hiding along the side of his bed? He wouldn't doubt it...
"Feliciano?" Ludwig searched. His eyes finally rested on a picture lying face down on the bedside table. He picked it up, and his heart sank to the bottom of hell itself. His eyes watered helplessly as he chewed on his lower lip. He cut open the scar that had only just healed over. "Feliciano..." tears trailed down his face and mixed with the blood on his lip. He trailed his eyes to the calender above the picture. Today's date was circled.
He stared back at the picture. His hand stroked it tenderly.
The voices he had heard while he slept had been memories, hadn't they? He remembered waking up to that silly boy's voice and face. It was a regular occurrence for him. He had gotten used to it... It would take a long time for him to stop thinking that Feliciano's smiling face would be greeting him each and every morning with the endearing smell of pasta on his breath.
He brushed a tear away that had been threatening to fall on the picture.
"A week since the funeral..." He said in a broken up voice and smiled lovingly. "... Happy birthday, Feliciano."
"I love you, Ludwig..."
"I love you too, you stupid boy..."
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Author: Where did THAT come from? That was rather sad... I managed to make myself sad... Thats very depressing for an author.
It's not based on any Historical facts *gasp* For shame, right? Also... Its NOT mine. Its copyrighted. None of these characters are mine and never will be! I'm just borrowing them!
Review, can has? : D