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Or the characters

Warning: This is rated M (use of swear words, sexual references and sex.)

Note:

Third person

Ludwig's thoughts

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

Chapter 1: An adorable annoyance.

Lately Feliciano is being more... clingy, for lack of a better term... It is easier to make im give up pasta for a day than have him let go of me. He seems a like a beaten up puppy... only with me, he looks like a betrayed beaten puppy... and it makes it even harder to stop him... have I, Germany... have I gone soft..? Oh hell no.

"Germany? Geeeermaneeeey!" Oh Gott, he's here. "My Luddy-wig!" Gott I hate that name... maybe if I lay low he'll- "Luddy!" Ludwig found Feliciano wrapped around his torso. Verdammit. "I missssed yooooou!"

"Italy." Germany muttered tersely.

"Vee~ Luddy! I told you to call me Feli... or don't you like my name..?" Oh Gott, not the tears, anything but the tears.

"Eh, uh, no- I- shh, hey it's, it's okay... Feli..." Germany sighed, relenting to the little Italian's demand's.

"YAY!" Feliciano wrapped himself even more around Ludwig's torso, his arms tightening it's grip around Ludwig's neck as he kissed him in a rapid fire like way. Germany sweat dropped as Italy attacked the left side of his face. "I love you Ludwig."

"Ja, I know." Ludwig sighed as he thought back to what started this whole thing.

Flashback

Oh no, Russia's gone completely insane... America, Japan, China and I fought him, trying to get the others to safety. Spain was taking care of the defence, along with Britain.I'm glad Italy-Verdammit, where's Italy!

"Hey everybody, what's going on." My head snapped to my left. I saw Russia do the same. Oh Gott... is that a- "ITALY!" I didn't realise I had moved till I felt a searing pain in my right arm.

I briefly remember hearing "LUDWIG!" Before I was crushed into Italy's embrace.

"That hurts idiot." I groaned, my arm was being pressed into his shoulder.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I've never seen him cry so much in my life.

"Hey, um, Russia has been subdued... he's not going to get up anytime soon... and I called an ambulance." America said, figiting.

"Next time, don't make fun of his clothes you TWIT!" Britain smacked him hard over the head before sighing and crouching down to see my injury. He blinked, so did I. "Italy, I need to see how bad the wound is, let him go for a sec.

"No." Italy's arms stayed around my neck as I lent against the wall. His head turned slightly to glare at Britain. Italy... glare... what in the name of-

"Feliciano." Italy two-Romano snapped. Italy winced and turned his head back to nestle back in my neck.

"Feliciano." This time it was me. His tear stained face turned to give me a look of wonder.

"I told you I'll protect you." I said, going back to the promise I made him after the second world war, where I pledged that history would not repeat itself, and that Italy, who, at my lowest, stood by me, would always be protected by me, no matter the cost.

"Si." And so, Italy then proceeded to snuggle into my chest instead, giving Britain a chance to check my arm.

"Tsk, that's one mighty blow... But it should be fixed in a week." (they are countries, not people.)

Flashback end.

From then on, Italy was basically taking care of me... which didn't turn out well... he spilled ink on my papers, food on my clothes and insisted on us bathing together. I'm a GERMAN SOLDIER for crying out loud! I shouldn't need to deal with this. I can be perfectly competent on my own... But Gott... those eyes really get to you. Well... I suppose I'm lucky to have a friend... especially one that cares for me as much as he does... But still. Enough is enough. And when I was healed he turned into my loyal puppy. Needing to be fed, clothes, looked after, and given extra tender loving care and attention. I swear I he wasn't so damn ado-idiotic. Right, German's don't say adorable. Und he is in no way anything other than idiotic... Right... "Gott... I'm turning into a sap." German muttered under his breath, making the Italian look at him with a cute confused face. The boy's face then brightened and he started beaming at the stiff man.

"German~y! I'm going to make you Pasta... because I love you so very much, I'll make it extra tasty just for you!" Italy then kissed the stunned German on the cheek and hopped off his lap with a big smile. Forget it. He is adorable. Oh how low I have sunk...

"Ve~ Lud~wig, it's almost done! Come to the table, you must be tired from the paper work and all the training." Italy appeared behind a dazed Ludwig and led him to a chair. He then served the steaming spaghetti Bolognaise on a plate with a glass of warm water. He massaged Ludwig's shoulders while the man ate his meal. He would make a good wife. Germany blinked, doing a double take. I did not just-No... Of course not, I'm just tired. Germany finished his meal and sighed in contentment. Delicious.

"Thank you for that... Feli... it was very good." Italy smiled happily and then jumped into the German's arms.

"Yay! I'm'a so happy! Take me to bed Luddy!" Germany tried to shake off the innuendo, though a blush found it's way on his cheeks.

"Ja." he muttered, knowing the boy refused to sleep anywhere else. I probably should be annoyed, not getting used to this... Germany just sighed as he took the little Italian to their (now) bedroom.

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