This is the first part for the Italies' birthday contest for the club I'm in on deviantart. We have to have them celebrating their birthday so I decided to have one where Feli and Ludwig celebrate and one where Antonio and Lovi celebrate. It's going to be one entry on deviantart, but I wanted it separate on here. Oh, the mistakes in the Italian and German in this part are entirely intentional! I thought it would be funny to have them mess up the language, and I mean no disrespect to wither language or country by it, I love them both like mad it's just for fun. Please enjoy!
Buon Compleanno Italia and Romano
Part one
Italy Veneciano woke up feeling different. He was…happier, if that were possible. Like something good was going to happen today. He was…well, he couldn't remember exactly how old he was this year, but he was certain he was going to have a good day. After all, Germany was coming over. He was going to do…something. Anything. He didn't really care as long as he spent the entire day with Germany. Maybe he should spend the day with Romano, but his brother had insisted that he wanted to spend the day with Spain this year - it was their first year as a couple, as if they hadn't spent the last millennium together regardless of their relationship status.
Feliciano rolled over, feeling slightly awkward and lonely without his best friend - he was only his friend…right? - lying next to him. When was the last time he had snuck over to his house? Valentine's day maybe? He shuddered remembering that particular disaster. It wasn't his fault that Ludwig could be damn scary when he was nervous, really. He had hoped Ludwig would do something, it being the day of love and all. Honestly, how many times did he have to outright say he loved the man before it got through? Sure, there was that blush and the awkward "I…don't dislike you" he always got in return, but couldn't he do better than that? It was frustrating, to say the least. But today was his birthday, he should give himself a present, if anything.
Yes, that was the perfect idea! Feliciano would get Ludwig to actually admit to his feelings, just like Antonio had done with Lovino. How had he done that again? He remembered Lovino grumbling about a tomato and conquistadors for days afterwards but that wasn't very helpful. Maybe he could make pasta with wurst in it. That would surely make Ludwig happy. But then how did he get from wurst to a love confession? Big Brother France would help, but he wasn't so sure the help Francis would give was the kind that would work on someone like Ludwig - yes, Feliciano knew that Francis was a pervert and his idea of help would most likely involve nudity and molestation, two things that Ludwig would simply shrug off and would do absolutely nothing in way of getting him to confess. Perhaps if he ate breakfast he would be able to think better. Everything was better with pasta, after all.
Feliciano dressed and made fettuccini for himself, though Ludwig would tell him it could feed an army and still have leftovers. He sat down, content to watch some of America's cartoons - they were childish, but so cute he couldn't help himself sometimes - while thinking of ways to get Ludwig to confess to him. So maybe that was not the smartest idea he had ever had since by the time he finished his third plate of pasta two hours had gone by and he hadn't thought of much of anything - unless you counted a mashed potato swimming pool something worthy of a declaration of love. More pasta could help right? Pasta was perfect after all. He had just filled his plate when his doorbell rang twice, followed by a few sharp knocks. Definitely Ludwig, he had a distinct knock based on the house and, knowing the Italian that lived there was most likely sleeping, made sure to knock as loud as he could. Apparently he also knew that Feliciano was seemingly incapable of locking doors because he let himself in. Well, that sucked. He wasn't ready yet, he still hadn't come up with the perfect plan. Just how the hell did someone get around an oblivious shell? How had Lovino gotten through to Antonio? Okay, scratch that, Antonio was the personification of the country of passion, if there was anything he wasn't oblivious about, it was relationships. Why hadn't he just called Francis when he had the time, at least then he would have had some kind of idea to run off of.
"Italy, are you awake yet?" Ludwig called from the hall where he had taken off his shoes. He had been dressed by Prussia, wearing dark jeans and a plain blue shirt with a black jacket over it to block out the March wind. Feliciano had said not to dress formally or make too much of a big deal over him, if he hadn't said anything, he would have found Ludwig adorned in a suit and tie. He had brought along flowers for his friend, along with Schwartzwalden Kirschtorte because he knew Feliciano would smile at the treat. He had made the desert himself, buying the flowers from a shop nearby that was owned by a very knowledgeable woman who seemed to know exactly which flowers he needed after forcing the German to tell her about Feliciano. She had a knowing look in her eyes as he left, not noticing the fairly large discount she gave him, and he assumed she simply knew Feliciano.
"I'm in the kitchen ve~!" Feliciano quickly checked his clothes for sauce before filling a plate of pasta for his friend.
"Feliciano…" Ludwig started nervously, trying to hide the red in his cheeks through a display of what he hoped looked like seriousness and thrusting the bouquet in front of him. Refusing to think that he reminded himself of a shy girl in an anime he had watched with Kiku, he trudged on. "Boun…Bouno Couplinno…"
Feliciano stared at him curiously, head titled to the side and curl bobbing slightly. He continued to stare, his gaze adding to Ludwig's embarrassment by the second, before clamping a hand over his mouth to try to stifle to giggles that burst forth. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, his breath caught in his throat and he just barely managed to keep his grip on the plate in his hand as his body shook. Ludwig eyed him, embarrassed and more than a little confused. Had he done something wrong? That book he had gotten last month said that flowers were good things to buy for a friend's birthday - though it had said for a female friend, he didn't think Feliciano cared much for gender differentiation when it came to himself - so why was he being laughed at? Scowling, he turned to leave the Italian nation's house and drown his embarrassment in beer. He got as far as the kitchen doorway before he was stopped by a slightly desperate cry.
"Ah! Ludwig! Wait! I didn't mean to laugh! It was just so funny!" He doubled over again in laughter, though he actually tried hard to stop himself which was the only reason Ludwig stayed. That, and he had promised he would spend the day with Feliciano. He couldn't break his promise, if he did Feliciano would cry at him for days and Lovino would try - and fail - to kill him for making his brother sad. Still, it couldn't have been that funny, could it?
"Feliciano, what is so funny?"
"The…The way you said it. S-so horrible." Feliciano managed out between fits of giggles and gasps for breath. He stood, wiping tears from his eyes. "You should stick to German and English ve."
Ludwig felt his cheeks heat up again. He had thought his Italian was getting pretty good.
"How do you say it then?" he asked, truly curious to his seemingly horrible mistake.
"Buon Compleanno ve." Oh. He really had messed up then. Now that he thought about it, he had sounded rather ridiculous.
"Hertzlichen Gluckwunsch zum Geburtstag." He tried again, holding out the flowers and cake with a small smile.
Thankfully Feliciano accepted the flowers without laughter this time, placing them in an ancient vase that had most likely once belonged to his grandfather before coming back for the cake and looking at it happily.
"Ve~! I've wanted this forever!" He placed it carefully in the refrigerator for later.
"Then what are we doing today? We can go wherever you want." Ludwig knew he was risking a day of pasta and gelato or maybe a crazy adventure for a book titled The Atmosphere, but he had promised. Maybe he would be lucky for once.
"Hmm…" Feliciano titled his head again, thinking it over. He could ask for biscotti, but Ludwig wasn't very good at making Italian food and he just eaten all that pasta. Shopping then? He could get Ludwig a bunch of new clothes! But that could wait for his birthday when the German couldn't object to the gifts. He kept thinking, quickly growing bored of it and deciding on a siesta instead. Sure, he had only been up for a few hours, but he was tired and it was technically siesta time anyway.
Ludwig smiled softly - thought it was doubtful that he knew about its existence or intended for it to be there in the first place - and let the Italian lead the way to the living room where Feliciano usually spent his siestas. There was a large couch set up along with several armchairs and a loveseat that he had pretended not to see Lovino and Antonio share several times before. Feliciano spread himself out on the couch, falling into a sleepy daze almost immediately. Ludwig held back a fond laugh and took a book off the shelf - he had left several books over for the times he spent siestas in the Italian household - and went to sit in his favorite armchair when, again, he was stopped by Feliciano. He seemed more tired than earlier and his eyes were back to their usual half-open state.
"Ve, Ludwig, sit with me, per favor." he sat up slightly to give the German room to sit. Ludwig sighed, but complied all the same. It was Feliciano's birthday, so he got whatever he wanted.
He sat down, only to immediately have Feliciano's head in his lap. He felt himself flush - really, was he a girl? - but ignored it as a normal part of being around Italy. He was comfortable with it, more or less, and thought it better not to fight it regardless. After all, they shared a bed, half the time with Feliciano naked, what was sleeping on someone?
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The hour - which had been very productive - seemed to fly by for Feliciano, as if he had only just fallen asleep when he was being shook awake by a strong, calloused hand he would have recognized anywhere.
"Ve~ Ludwig… Ten more minutes…"
Well, that wasn't going to work. The hand kept prodding his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine as he thought of all the other things that hand could do. Maybe he should get up…he was starting to think like Francis.
"Feliciano, if you get up, you can have the Schwartzwalden Kirschtorte."
Feliciano was up in a matter of seconds, eyes bright and fully opened. Ludwig laughed at the expression, at least he had learned how to wake Feliciano up after all these years.
"Ve~! Come on Ludwig! That cake won't eat itself, you know!" Feliciano nearly skipped to the kitchen, leaving Ludwig to catch up on his own.
"Don't eat too fast, you'll get sick." Ludwig warned, knowing very well it wouldn't do much once the cake was in front of him but feeling the need to at least warn his friend. Italy wouldn't be Italy if he didn't inhale food. He expected to see half the cake on a dish in front of Feliciano by the time he got to the kitchen. What he didn't expect was Feliciano standing with the cake in front of him, knife sitting halfway through the treat, with tears in his eyes.
Feliciano was crying? Over what? Had he made another mistake? Made the cake wrong?
"It-italy?" Really, he had no idea how to deal with this. Feliciano crying over gelato or pasta, he could just barely handle. He had no idea what was going on to make the Italian cry. Feliciano's head shot up, eyes bright with tears, and before he could open his mouth again, Ludwig had an armful of sobbing Italian. Feliciano's arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in his chest where his tears were sure to stain his shirt.
"Ve…Why doesn't Ludwig love me?" Feliciano hugged tighter, not caring about the blush staining Ludwig's cheeks or the awkwardness that began to radiate from his very pores. He was on a mission and he intended to complete it.
"I…I don't…I like you, Italy…" How did a birthday cake start this?
"That's not the same ve~! When we're in public or you're serious you call me Italy, but I always call you Ludwig." That was not entirely true, but it was close enough to serve his purpose. Feliciano removed his head from its hiding place and began backing Ludwig to the counter, careful to keep him distracted enough so he wouldn't notice exactly where they were headed. "You must hate me!"
Alright, Ludwig had to think. What would Prussia do at a time like this? Okay, bad example. France would have had Feliciano in a bed somewhere by now, Antonio would be squealing in joy at the 'cuteness' and Alfred would try to be 'heroic.' Japan, what would he do? Actually, Kiku would have probably fainted by now. So what the hell did he do?
"Ve Ludwig?" During Ludwig's inner turmoil, which consisted of looking through every one of his acquaintances for some sort of idea, Feliciano had gotten him to the counter and was now turning them so he could sit on the ledge and wrap his legs around Ludwig's waist, keeping him close. He stared imploringly at him, tears still clinging to his eyelashes. "Do you really not love me at all? Because I love Ludwig very much ve."
And before he knew it, he was being kissed desperately by the slender man. Unfortunately, before he could react, the kiss was ended and Feliciano was moving his torso away from him, though his legs stayed locked in place. He had said his part after all, it was Ludwig's turn to speak. Of course, the second he opened his mouth to tell Feliciano that, yes, he did love him, very much so, he was bombarded with kisses - to his cheeks, his forehead, his neck, everywhere but his lips - and Feliciano was singing in German.
"Zum Geburtstag viel Gluck." A kiss to his right cheek. "Zum Geburtstag viel Gluck." A kiss to the left cheek. "Zum Geburtstag viel Gluck fur mich." A kiss to the forehead. "Zum Geburtstag viel Gluck." A kiss to the lips, greedy and possessive.
After a time he pulled back, letting both Ludwig and himself breath. Of course, Ludwig only caught his breath long enough to release it as a laugh, hearty and with more happiness than Feliciano had heard since the wall. The thrill that he had made Ludwig happy did not stop his confusion as to what was so funny.
"Ve?" Ludwig caught himself, his breathing returning to normal.
"You sang that wrong, Feliciano." He chuckled again.
"Eh!? Really!?"
"Yes. Perhaps you should stick to Italian."
"Buon Compleanno a me." And he kissed Ludwig again.
I guessed on that last bit of Italian. I couldn't find a translation anywhere so I tried on my own. Honestly I don't know if the phrase even exists, but I'll fix it if someone tells me. I don't know Italian...haha, yeah.
Edit~: So Bettyhime (anon reviewer) said my Italian was wrong...I tried lol. It's all fixed up now!
Okay! So tell me what you think! And the next part is Spamano so look out!