Author's Note: I've been reading too much GerIta fanfiction lately. But I regret nothing, because I've seen some pretty good ones. And after reading so much I decided to write one myself, just to throw caution to the wind and see how this little idea turns out in the end. Since, as you probably need to know at this point, Germany/Italy is my favorite yaoi pairing of Hetalia (Spain/Romano and America/England both fighting for second place. And I dunno why I just added this in.). I then started thinking about plot ideas.
So I was pretty much at an inward war over what kind of plot to use. But went with a "first kiss" kind of thing because the more I thought about it, the more adorable it seemed. And now we have this little series of drabbles about Germany's quest to finally share a romantic kiss with his new boyfriend, Italy!
Human names are used, it has an AU setting, there is language at times, random inputs of whatever character's national language, shounen-ai, and a lot of suggestive things. If you do not like any of this, please kindly get your ass out and don't slam the door. :)
This first chapter is the prologue. Prussia is included as well, as it's all thanks to him that Germany even decides to take on this challenge! *Is quietly snickering randomly, maybe in anticipation*
Disclaimer: If Hetalia Axis Powers was mine, we would all be doomed. Be glad I do not own it. Be glad. -.-'
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Just One Kiss
Chapter 1: The Awesome Prologue
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Ludwig wasn't sure how it happened, but he just realized one day that he was in love.
It wasn't with a girl, no it was with a boy. Although that is highly debatable in the case, and some certain people still aren't sure. But anyway, this boy was his age and attended the same school and classes as he did. This boy was of Italian descent and was one of the most annoying things in Ludwig's life. And even though he was very cowardly, ditzy, clumsy, and obsessed with pasta to the point of it being utterly ridiculous...
Ludwig somehow managed to see through all of this over time after they had become friends. This boy, Feliciano Vargas, also meant well with his intentions and was friendly and always smiling.
Ah, yes, that big smile that melted his cold heart at first sight of it.
Ahem, but anyway, for a while the German struggled with these feelings. He wasn't used to emotions in general. And had absolutely no knowledge or experience with romance at all. Which was such a shame, seeing that all he secretly wanted was Feliciano. And finally, after nearly a year, the two had been sitting out underneath a large tree in the local park; having been caught out in the rain when out going shopping for some stuff together. And the moment had felt so right.
You see, Feliciano was not shy about letting anyone know of his feelings about...well...anybody in general. And he openly was very affectionate around Ludwig, which only made the latter's mind short-circuit and his heart skip several beats during any of these moments. When they were caught in the rain and soaked to the bone underneath the large tree, the Italian had tried to snuggle up close to his body for warmth. For Ludwig...time had just slowed completely, but he was enjoying the contact. And had showed some sympathy and slipped a strong arm around his small frame and pulled him closer into something of an awkwardly-cute embrace.
And then afterward, the confessions just kind of all came out. Feliciano had been so caught up in the moment that he admitted he "really, really liked him" and that was why he was always trying to hang out with him and just be in his presence and why he tried so hard to get him to appreciate his efforts. And despite his initial surprise to the point of getting tongue-tied, Ludwig remained composed on the outside (though he was a nervous wreck on the inside and a part of him probably fainted), and he calmly responded that he felt the same way. Once he saw Feli's smile return ten fold, a stubborn blush had rose into his cheeks and he had glanced away nervously before sighing and looking back.
Nothing else to remark about happened. The rain had let up shortly after, right when Feliciano unexpectedly crept a little closer to Luwig's face for some reason. But there was no grand gesture like a kiss or anything intimate. Truth be told, Ludwig was just glad that he had gathered the courage to tell Feliciano to his face that he liked him – it was hard to even think that he may be in love with him. As he never really experienced it before.
Now here we are in the present time. About a week after these confessions, Ludwig had invited Feliciano over to his house to watch some movies together. His father would be out working late and his annoying and so-called awesome older brother was told to stay in his room or anywhere else in their house and not to come out and embarrass him with his obnoxious ways (Gilbert grudgingly agreed, he hated it when he couldn't show off to over people that he was the only awesome person in this family). And they had just finished the second when they noticed it was late at night; around ten. Feliciano knew that his own brother would be pissed off if he didn't return home soon.
It occurred to Ludwig that he should probably offer to drive his boyfriend back, since Feliciano was tired from watching two long movies and probably would as bad a driver on the night streets as he was even in the bright sunlight. But Feli was persistent and insisted that he would be able to make it back across town safely. But Ludwig at least walked him to the outside front porch of the house.
The two stood there, light blue eyes looking at squinted lines. They were silently just admiring the others' appearance. Ludwig loved that usual smile he was giving him right now. And he just looked cute in general with his copper red hair with that one unusual curl sticking out, those squinted eyes, and at the moment he wore a long sleeved white simple shirt, khakis, and sneakers. How he had even fallen for this guy, Ludwig wasn't sure but he knew that there was no mistake this was all in his head. As he stood there, mere inches away and looking down at the shorter boy, the one thing running through his head was: "MEIN GOTT, JUST KISS HIM ALREADY! HE'S CUTE AND AN AIRHEAD; HE WON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HIT HIM!" Just the thought of giving him an actual, passionate kiss on the lips, it made him blush and tense up. He wasn't good at these kinds of situations.
And meanwhile, Feliciao couldn't help but blush delicately and smile as he realized the closeness they were in; underneath the full moon and starry sky on the porch. All he could hear was their breathing and the occasional cricket chirping the background. Ludwig just looked so amazing underneath the glow; it really brought out the glimmering blue in his eyes. His blond hair was slicked back as usual and he wore a green t-shirt and some jeans and sneakers. And God knows he didn't want this night to end, he had a good time. But a part of him kind of wished he could've met his father and brother, but he had fun. Being so close to him, tilted his head and locking eyes with the German. Ohh, he so badly wanted to wrap this date up well with at least one kiss before he went insane! The tension was too much to bear! But he was...a little worried that Ludwig may not want to. Since, he was known to be a little awkward and shy when it came to romance.
Finally, for what seemed like forever, the couple realized that neither could do this. Not without their own fears getting in the way. But the first to give the other some personal space was Ludwig, whom coughed and tried to compose himself. Practically praying the heat in his cheeks would die down sooner or later.
"Ludwig...?" Feliciano extended a hand was about to step forward, but he seemed to change his mind. He stopped and his hand dropped back to his side. A little sigh passing his lips. "Um, I guess I should be...going home now before Fratello has a breakdown..."
"Oh..." Ludwig sighed as well, Feliciano's mood affecting his greatly. He wished he could just get over this and make contact with his lips, at least for a few seconds. Which was an impossible dream. "Yes, I guess so."
Just as Ludwig was about to turn around go back in, Feliciano gasped and quickly reached for his wrist and gripped it almost desperately. "Wait, wait! I did have a good time! And...I...I hope we could see each other again maybe, this Friday?"
He actually wanted to go on another date? Ludwig, at first, almost found this hard to believe. But when he turned and looked at the Italian's face full of hope, he couldn't refuse this suggestion. And so they made plans to go out together next Friday night; maybe go see a new movie at the theater or something.
And then they parted ways. The two still wanted to have at least one passionate kiss to end the night and make it at least a little memorable; since it had been an official week they've been together. Feliciano just made his way to the car him and his brother shared, a little clumsily and comically as he could barely see in the darkness. Ludwig still stood there pretty much glued to the porch and watching him until the car was completely out of his sight. With an inward sigh of dismay at his actions, or lack thereof. And he cursed himself in the back of his head as he went back in.
The minute Ludwig entered the house, he closed the door behind him more loudly than necessary and irritatedly placed a hand over his forehead and just silently ranted to himself about how awkward that was, and why he couldn't just kiss him.
Suddenly an arm slipped around his shoulder and Ludwig turned his head and found himself meeting a pair of crimson eyes. His eye twitched at this. God, he didn't need to be bothered by his obnoxious brother at this time...
"West, that sucked!" Gilbert scolded him, looking totally annoyed at this moment. Before Ludwig could say anything at all, he raised a hand to silence him and sighed in an overly dramatic manner. "You had the whole world right there! He's actually kinda cute, and you let your chance to kiss him slip right through your fingers...it's such a shame that you are not as awesome in all areas like ME..."
"Bruder, not now..." Ludwig complained, slipping out of Gilbert's rough hold and walking over to the coffee table to clear away some of the spilled food and disorganized items. But his brother just sighed once again and made a 'tsk 'tsk' sound before taking a sip of the glass of beer he just grabbed from the nearby kitchen counter. "And you promised you wouldn't eavesdrop on us, didn't you?"
"West, West, promises can EASILY be bent and twisted. Kesesese!" Gilbert's mood suddenly did a 360 and he was looking rather annoyed once again as he watched his little brother take out his problems with cleaning and organizing. Which was just stupid, he noted eternally. "I was watching through the window. You need to suck it up and kiss him before he starts getting the wrong impression! Haven't you seen those romantic/comedy chick flicks?"
"Have you...?" Ludwig countered in a deadpan-ish manner as he sighed and dumped some of the gathered spilled food and tossed it in a nearby trashcan.
A very faint hint of a blush crept into Gilbert's cheeks, he tried to ignore this though as he wanted to be as composed as possible. "My girlfriend...she's forced me to watch them...but that ISN'T the point!" Sliding up to his brother's side and wrapping an arm around his shoulder once again, something of a smirk twisted on Gilbert's lips. "The point is that Feli will start thinking you don't really like 'em if you don't kiss him sooner or later. And that weird gesture of kissing his cheeks doesn't count, by the way! But don't worry, because your awesome bruder is going to step in and move things along rapidly with-"
"Gilbert, I don't need your help." Ludwig insisted, which totally didn't convince Gilbert at all. He slipped out of his rough hold and then walked back over to the table and tried to hide the bright red color in his cheeks by putting any knocked over and/or disorganized items back in place.
"Yeah, you do. When you turn redder than a damn tomato at the thought of even brushing hands with your boyfriend," Ludwig shook his head and tried to block out this rambling, but it was all in vain. "You've got a huge problem! I understand that you're still as shy and awkward as ever, though you don't show it outwardly, but you do know that you'll feel like a whole new person after experiencing one passionate kiss with that special someone! Kesesese, and then we ALL know where kissing leads to-"
"BRUDER!" Gilbert blinked repeatedly at that outburst, hardly expecting that. When he looked up from his fingernails he was randomly filing for some reason, he could see Ludwig looking in his direction. His face stained a bright red at these implications he was hearing.
It wasn't like Ludwig didn't want to kiss Feliciano. The Italian's lips were always so inviting, especially when they were curved in that very absent and oblivious smile. He wanted to show him that he did like him more than what he let on, or admitted. A lot more. He just...well, believe it or not, Ludwig knew absolutely nothing about how to handle being in love with somebody. Or romantic feelings in general.
Gilbert's constant prying was just plain annoying. And Ludwig had no idea why he suddenly was interested in his new-found love life. Or why he got the idea that his boyfriend would think that he didn't really care about him all that much unless he sealed and proved it with a real, sensational kiss to his lips.
But maybe, in context, his older brother was right. What if Feliciano really did believe that he wasn't really as interested romantically in him as he had thought before? What if he was starting to become worried that their relationship wouldn't work out and get very rocky and even more awkward than it was now? Ludwig would not put it past the Italian to start assuming these kinds of things. And it killed him to think that.
Now, the brothers watched each other with serious gazes. After around a short period of seconds, Ludwig released a long and irritated sigh. Gilbert grinned mischievously at this, loving where this whole thing was going.
"Alright. You're right." Immediately Ludwig's gaze lowered to the spotless wooden flooring beneath his feet, finding it hard to look at his brother's evil grin without shuddering and feeling like his life was about to start to suck soon. "I guess...I guess I do want to kiss him, at least once. And I will do it, but I don't need ANY 'assistance' from you, Gilbert."
How could Ludwig completely reject his offers to help him in this very awkward situation? Did he not understand that he only wanted to help out his little brother? Or did he...see through this and know that Gilbert only wanted to help him do that this chaos would be settled much quicker and he wouldn't have to deal with him moping around the house annoyed with himself for losing his first boyfriend? Eh, most likely it was the second at this point.
Hey, at least Gilbert's persuasion was working out well. Now his brother was finally going to get his act together and seal the deal with a much-anticipated kiss! And if fate was on his side, he would also be getting a little VERY much-anticipated steamy action in the bedroom too (If you catch our drift. *Nudge nudge wink wink*). He couldn't help but feel even more...awesome-r than ever now. He was kind of like one of those matchmakers in those chick flicks that he did. Not. Watch. Willingly. And as disturbing as that thought is, it felt fascinating at the same time.
Suddenly, Gilbert heard a car engine. He walked over to the window, pulled back the curtains, and could make out through the thick darkness the outline of their father's car pull into the garage. So, he was finally returning. Then sadly, he would have to put away the beer. Their dad was always lecturing him about always hogging the good beer. Sigh. He was misunderstood as a person...
But this was forgotten when he looked back and watched Ludwig mutter a goodnight and then make his way to his bedroom, probably to go have some kinky dreams about that cute little Italian, Gilbert sneakily assumed.
For some reason, the totally awesome guy couldn't help but get the impression that things were about to be getting very good for some reason. And, keeping this in mind, Gilbert downed the rest of the beer and then quickly went to his room to look for his old digital camera; look's like his girlfriend, Elizaveta, was REALLY starting to rub off on him, it seemed. And this isn't good in some POV, because he was already such a clever stalker of certain people to begin with...
To Be Continued
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This was only the prologue (officially made awesome due to Gilbert being included, which I'm sure practically everyone reading this approves), but things will, in fact, actually start to be getting good like what was mentioned. Thus begins Ludwig's quest to find out a little bit more about the whole romance thing and maybe even finally have his and Feli's first, real kiss. Naturally, it turns out the fate isn't on Ludwig's side at all with all the interruptions, distractions, intentional cockblocks, and awkwardness! XD
I would include a translation here, but I do not think it's necessary. I only added simple German and Italian words this time, so simple that you should be able to find them out yourself *Is guilty of being more fluent in Italian than German and is silently worried she got the latter wrong*. And just in case you are wondering about the character ages: Ludwig and Feliciano are practically seventeen almost. Gilbert is going on nineteen (and is only still at home because he doesn't care about being cooped up in a college somewhere. But we all know that Ludwig and their father secretly want him out, right?).
Anyways, I hope you liked the prologue! I am not completely sure about how long this story will end up being, but I'm crossing my fingers here about it turning out good in the end! ^.~ Please read and review, they really help fuel my motivation to write and actually start working on chapters to anything~! *Is hoping she didn't sound like a desperate moron*
