My Angel
That sensitive, bouncing curl,
At the top of his pretty little head,
I want to tug it…
I'd like to twirl it around my finger aimlessly,
As I watched him sleep.
His lips slightly parted,
His chest rising and falling slowly…
It's too cute for words.
I never want to loose this little angel,
This little kleinen Liebling of mine.
When darkness,
And storms seem to take a firm grip on the sky above us,
He won't sleep alone.
He gets too scared.
Italy doesn't like thunder,
So he sleeps with me.
He tries not to cry at every clash of thunder,
But he still squeaks,
And tears well up in his round brown eyes.
I wrap my arm around him,
Protectively,
Because making his happy is all I've ever wanted,
All I'll ever want.
I just want to see him smile,
And I just want to coil that little ringlet,
And watch him snooze the day away.
I don't mind if he slacks off on his training.
As long as I see that jovial smile grace his pink lips,
And watch those chocolaty gems flutter shut,
Under tanned lids.
As long as I hear that laugh
That cute little giggle,
And see that adorable blush.
He's a little Engel,
And I've been blessed by the high heavens,
Or whoever the hell controls this crazy place,
To have such a perfectly beautiful person in my life.
He's so schön , I want to cry.
I'd live for him,
I'd die for him,
He is mine,
And I am his.
Italy.
Feliciano.
(A/N: I love this pairing!
kleinen Liebling- little darling
Engel- angel
Schön- beautiful
I'm sorry if my German sucks. I'm an American (cheeseburgers!) I don't own APH, but I'm not giving up there!
Reviews make my heart flutter and I feel like Italy, and really, doesn't everyone deserve to feel like Italy?)