Julchen could never forget the fear she'd feel each and every time Lovino stared blankly at her in the morning. He had that look on his face that barely said anything, but at the same time, he could be thinking about a lot of things. That small amount of silence during their first glimpse of each other in the morning always made her wonder what was inside his head.

Months have passed and they were already used to their status. Mr. and Mrs... What a joke! But it had to last for a year, and after 6 and a half months, it didn't seem too bad. Just a couple more months, and they can be free. Question is, do they still want to?

Lately they've become more active during the evening. The usually empty sweet talk that comes with the physical bonding started making the both of them blush, cuddling became a habit, and the random chit chat before and after became natural. Ironically, neither noticed. Or bothered to notice. It just happened. They just happened. After all, who would have thought they'd go with an arranged marriage? Why bother with the whole concept of marriage if they'll just get divorced a year after? Stubborn people as always, they never even minded these questions.

Unknown to the brunette, Julchen always slept last. When his eyes were closed gently and his expression turned soft and innocent, she was still awake, waiting for him to go to dream land. And when she was absolutely sure he wasn't going to wake up, she'd unconsciously play with his bare back. Her fingers danced on his skin as she wrote German words she knew he didn't know.

Random things she'd like to say. Lines from a song or poem. And sometimes, confessions she will never say.

Lovino wasn't too familiar with her native tongue, but neither was she with his. Learning Italian was harder than she thought, and even after months of living in Italy, the language failed to fully sink in. Thankfully, she knew the basic greetings and other words, thanks to her temporary husband. And in return, she taught him the same.

But it didn't matter too much; it wasn't as if he did the things she did. On the nights where she'd fall asleep first, does he write on her back too? Unconsciously trace words and form sentences that actually meant something? Highly unlikely… but not impossible.

And now, as Lovino blinked and just stared at her with wide, empty eyes, Julchen couldn't help but wonder if he was awake when she wrote I love you.


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This is supposedly connected to my abandoned story, Awesomeness and Blasphemy wherein Julchen and Lovino were forced into marriage :D I still plan on hopefully continuing the fic, but it's still a foggy goal :(