A Hug and A Kiss
By Puga-san
~Hetalia Gerita/Germany x Italy~
Germany wondered, as he laid restless on the bed, where his Italy was. He was used to his secret crush crawling under the covers next to him and snuggling into Ludwig's chest before drifting into dreamland. Ludwig was worried.
" I hope he's OK " he mumbled to himself as he got up and tiptoed to Feli's room. He heard a quiet sob coming from behind the red, white, and green colored door and pressed his ear gently against the thin wood.
"Do I really love him? He's nice, but I bet Doitsu doesn't even know how I feel about him. He's kind and protecting and quite handsome, but he is too good for some ditzy boy like me." Italy thought out loud. He could then tell that Ita had buried his head into his pillow, because he could hear the Italians muffled cries. Ludwig then knew he had to tell him, no matter how terrified he was of the Italian's reaction which would most likely involve a dreaded, choking Germany quietly turned the knob and entered the Italian's Renaissance/patriotic themed room. He slid gently next to Feliciano and slid him delicately onto his lap, letting the distraught boy cling to his shirt and soak it with tears.
"Shh, Feliciano, I want to tell you something, look at me Ita, dry your eyes." Feliciano silently wondered where all of this delicacy and comforting came from, because he was always used to a silent and uncomfortable Ludwig comforting him when he was crying. Ludwig hated seeing his love cry and it tore his heart to feel the sobs being released into his shirt.
Feliciano soon dried his eyes and looked up at his crush wonderingly. Ludwig searched his mind with a way to tell Italy how he felt. He felt the caramel eyes searching his face anxiously. Ludwig decided what to do. He cupped the Italian's chin and gazed into his eyes, then he kissed him, gently trying to express his emotions without words.
Italy looked up happily and blushed, " Ti amo troppo doitsu! " Ludwig then prepared for a hug, but it wasn't as bad now.
He even squeezed back.
