Germany-Ludwig North Italy-Feliciano South Italy-Romano
*DISCLAIMER: I never will, I do not currently, and nor have I ever owned Hetalia Axis powers. If I did, Germany and Italy would already be together, and have two children: Quincy and Ludwig Jr.
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Ludwig turned to Feliciano, surprised. "What did you just say?"
The tears began to run down Feli's face as all his emotions burst out in rage and frustration, "I love you! I always have! Isn't it obvious! I tried to tell you earlier today at the world meeting, but you just told me to be quiet and to pay attention! I kissed you that time when I was drunk! When you're drunk, you do things that you have thought or dreamt about," he ran out of the room, leaving a certain German to gather up his thoughts, and to finally realize: 'Hey, I love him, too!'
Ludwig sighed as he ran into the room in which Feliciano always locked himself into when he got angry, or just horribly sad. However, one thing was different: Normally, Ludwig was in there with him; he usually held onto and comforted his-no, not his- little Feli. Ludwig unlocked the door with a key from the set of about twenty keys on his keyring. He walked over, and sat beside the small, sorrowful Italian.
"Feliciano... Ich die liebe dich. I didn't know you felt that way. I-i'm sorry for ignoring you." Poor Ludwig felt horrible for not aknowledging the fact that he was loved by Italy; or really loved by anyone for that matter. "I-i was oblivious, and I do love you, and I'm sorry for not notici-"
Before said German could finish his sentence, he was captured into a kiss by little Feli's soft and sweet-tasting lips.
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N/A I'm sorry about the shortness. SORRY! review, and I'll work on writing more.