Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Author's note: This is my second story but I might not continue because my first one was a total bust. This is possibly the first and last chapter. So tell me what you think.

Also I am bad at beginning stories so I'm a just jump in it. Please do forgive me for that.

Was Feliciano always this adorable when you first met him. When did his amber eyes make you wonder if his tears tasted like did you want to hold him down and ravage him through the night. A taste, yes, one taste, a peck, on the cheek. Forget the blaring of the mediocre television show. You bent down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Oh," his mouth in the shape of an 'O'

"Luddy what's the matter?" His soft voice laced with concern. It pulls at your heartstrings. Then you wonder how it would sound when mixed with lust. That pulls at your groin.

Another taste, yes, just one more, a touch of the lips. Forget the light of the sunset streaming through your living room.

"Ah" he tries to push me away, his hands on my chest gripping my black t-shirt, but he doesn't let go.

"Ludwig w-why did you, um." His voice trails off trying to find the right words.

"Feliciano, I-I have feelings, feelings I can't quite explain or contain. But I do know that these feelings make me want to laugh when you laugh, cry when you cry. To hold you, to touch you, to love you." Your left hand moves to hold the small Italians hands on your chest, and your right, goes to gently cup his cheek, you expect rejection. For him to shy away, but he instead meets you halfway, his cheek nuzzling your hand. His warm amber eyes look up to meet your icy blue eyes. And this time you feel no need to bargain with yourself. Forgetting the soft cushion of the couch you're sitting in. Brushing a strand of amber hair away from his face, you lean down to softly place a kiss. Your lips brush ever so gently for fear that one harsh movement will decimate this beautiful moment.

"And, scene! Good job guys, that was truly romantic, I was at the edge of my seat. Alright moving on. Can we please get started on the next scene."

"Good job Feli,"

"Not too bad yourself, I honestly thought you were actually confessing."

Author's Note:

What do you think not too bad for a second timer. Right?