When Boys Wear Dresses

Hetalia

Heavens Evangel

Genre: Romance/Comedy?

Pairing: Italy/Feliciano x Germany/Ludwig

Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me, but if it did… Germany would turn out to be HRE… 3


Prelude

It was a rainy day and Italy was stuck at home all alone, waiting for Doitsu to come back from the store. He gave some sort of excuse that he had to get out and buy more wurst, but when Italy had went to the kitchen after he left, he saw that they were still fully stocked on his least favorite food. He didn't understand it one bit, but he let it go. Doitsu would do what Doitsu wanted to do. So Italy decided to entertain himself and went to the attic. He was there for hours, smiling and singing as he went through the mess of stuff he horded over the years. Antiques, paintings, sculptures, old clothes and other trinkets littered the attic along with memories thought long forgotten.

Feliciano found a trunk full of clothes from back when he lived with Austria and Hungary. He went through them and lifted out from it a green and white dress, as well as the apron and bandana he wore for most of his young country hood. He smiled. "Ve~ I wonder if it still fits…" He giggled.

When Germany entered the house, it was eerily silent; the only sound was coming from the rain pounding on the glass windows and against the siding. He was drenched head to toe and carrying in some bags from the store. He knew he had been gone a long time, but he thought that maybe, just maybe Italy might have stuck around. Suddenly he was hit by a feeling of worry, what if Italy got bored and ran out of the house, into the rain. He looked around with worry stricken blue eyes and saw Italy's favorite rain coat sitting by the door on the hook marked Pasta, underneath sat his goulashes entirely untouched since the last time Feliciano decided he wanted to run out and play in the rain. Did he go out without them? He panicked more. That stupid Italian! He's going to get sick or die out there with no coat on, or worse, get me sick! He heaved a sigh and trudged to the kitchen with the bags, he had been hoping for some help carrying them all in, but ended up doing what he always did, carry all of them in one turn. When he reached the kitchen he saw the oven was on with lasagna baking. "Hm?" He blinked and went over to it. "He wouldn't just leave this on…" He sighed as he got the groceries unpacked and in their rightful places.

There was the sound of footsteps not too long afterwards. "You're home."

Germany had his back turned. "Yeah yeah I'm home. Don't leave things in the oven and not watch them idiot."

"I'm sorry. I had it on low though. I went searching through the attic and found all sorts of stuff."

"Hn? What kind of stuff?" He turned around, and what he saw, was a vision of beauty. It was a woman? No it wasn't a woman it was Italy, he was dressed in a green and white dress and he was wearing the cutest apron, and that handkerchief that was on his head was just as frilly and white. "W…What the hell are you wearing!"

Feliciano cocked his head to the side. "Ve…? I found my old clothes and I wondered if they still fit. Turns out they do." He smiled brightly at him and walked passed him, going to check on the lasagna. "Ve! Paasssttaaaa!"

Germany stared at his back, his cheeks coloring red as he watched how he moved in the dress, when a sudden memory long since forgot returned to him. He was still a child then, idolizing a young girl who worked in his household, or at least he and everyone else thought it was a girl. He was going off to war, and said girl had caught up to him and gave him something of hers for him to remember her by. Germany quickly ran off, leaving Italy looking at him with an innocent confused expression.

"Doitsu? Doitsu? Where are you going?" Italy frowned. "And the lasagna is almost done…" Italy crossed his arms and pouted. "You can't run off when there's fresh pasta!" If Italy had half a mind he would have run after him, but at times he doesn't, so he left it alone, not bothering to run off after the German.

Ludwig went running off and down to the basement in the house he had begun to share with Italy, his annoying although cute, housemate. When he entered the basement, he slowly walked to a wall, where there was a large steal door. The room beyond was meant to be a bomb shelter of sorts, but now it was just storage, a place he wouldn't let even Italy in to, since the idiot decided to take over his attic. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he grabbed a hold of the handles and started to turn the wheel. There was a loud click, telling him that the door was opened successfully, so he put all his strength into pulling the door open. He shakily walked into his past.


AN: BWAHAHA what will his past say? :P read and review ^^ If I get enough positive reviews I'll continue writing.