Creak... Step step step, squeee-
"Italy?" a deep sleepy voice mumbled in the silence of a pitch dark night. "Y-yeah?" a much softer voice asked. A heavy sight was heard then some shuffling. "Are you dressed at least?" "Uh-huh".
Grumble grumble
"Fine then, come here" "Yay, thanks, Germany!" a very happy Italy stumbled across the room, landing on the empty side of the bed next to the heavily built blond. Before given blond could even say a word, the smaller man had curled up right next to him. "Italy..." he muttered trying to sound menacing enough as to make the the other scoot over. "Yes, Germany?" Huge apricot eyes met with sleepy blue. The delightful smell of the camp, of wild flowers, of soft grass filled Germany's nose as he inhaled deeply. "Good night, Italy" he muttered in defeat, cursing his luck and his weakness. "Good night, Ludwig..."
Germany's breath got stuck on midway, his name, his name muttered so by those lovely Italian lips. 'Like a lover' he couldn't help but think though he quickly shock the idea away. He tried muttering his name but it sounded weird in his deep German accent. "Feliciano, Feliciano..." thankfully the Italian was already fast asleep.
Ludwig was peacefully dreaming of a house that was not his, with a small maid whose face he couldn't remember (he wasn't even sure if she was a maid) when a small mouse like noise woke him up. He was comfortably hugging a small figure which seemed to be shaking.
For a second he couldn't recall who was lying by his side when a bright light illuminated the face of a terrified Italian, this was followed by a huge thunder and then that small mouse like noise. It took his sleepy brain a few seconds to understand the situation: it was raining, there was also a thunderstorm going on and Italy seemed petrified. "I-Italy? Are you all right?" he asked worriedly though still a bit sleepy.
Italy simply sobbed and took refugee between Germany's arms as another thunder stroke.
Germany felt the urge, out of mere reflexes, to push the young Italian away but... there was something... the mix of the smell of wild flowers, the tanned warm skin that felt like a burning coal against the German's cold pale skin... the soft baby like hands that were meant for painting and not for war clutching his shirt like a life-line, it all gave Germany a need to protect this shaking fool.
He passed his hand along the Italian's cheek wiping away his frightful tears. "Feliciano..." he softly whispered his name just like a lover and kissed those soft and quivering lips. "L-Ludwig?" the German simply hugged the Italian as close to his body as he could, partially to hide his deep inevitable blush.
"I'll protect you." he said as reassuringly as he could. "Ludwig..." Germany's air ran out from his lungs once again. Yes, as a lover.
(A.N) all right! I finally pulled myself together and finally wrote this, I had been threatening for a while now to write a and now it's alive... it's aliveee!!!!
Sorry if there are some unchecked spelling mistakes, I tried my hardest not to let them through but still....
All righty then, please review!! it means a lot to me!! (If you do you get a cookie!!)
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special dedication to: Morfic!!
Aqui esta querida espero lo hayas disfrutado!! XD