Drabble-ish/oneshot!
Gerita again asdfasdfasdfa my feels for this paring are too much *^*
Again, I found this pic on tumblr and had to write this XD
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Germany was divided. Really, he wasn't sure about what to do now.
He had taken a day off work, and so had Italy, so they could watch a movie together with their little daughter, Venice. She was only a few years old, but had the aspect of a five year old girl. She had been really happy, and she also claimed that Germouser, their cat, had to watch it too.
She had curled onto Germany's crossed legs, with Germouser on her lap, and Germany had simply smiled and let her, patting her head every once in a while during the film. At some point of it, Italy had laid his head in his lap too, but he really hadn't paid much attention.
And now there he was. Trapped. Of course he didn't want to stand up, he could perfectly cope with the weight of the two Italians and the cat. The thing was how to explain the nosebleed to his daughter if he looked at Feliciano, or the dumbfounded face of complete adoration he'd get, to Feli, if he looked at Venice. Both of them were simply too cute to look at while they slept.
Germouser meowed, asleep too, and Venice just hugged him tighter, muttering something like "Shh, siesta, gatto, siesta..." but she didn't wake up. He wondered if maybe he should wake Feliciano and put her in her bed. That did sound like a nice thing to do as a parent.
Italy moved a little, his hand slipping closer to Germany's inner thigh, and he shivered, quickly making up his mind. He shook the older Italian's shoulder softly.
"Feli, dear, I have to get Venice to her bed. Wake up" he murmured, trying to ignore the slim fingers curling and uncurling on his thigh. He groaned when he rubbed his nose against his thigh, too. "F-feliciano..."
"Vee~ Ludwig?"
"I... Venice. Bed." Feli frowned and then finally opened his eyes enough to see his daughter sleeping peacefully.
"Ohh, I'll carry her, vee~"
He got up, his legs a little wobbly, though his arms were steady when he raised the kid from Germany's legs. The cat meowed again and slipped to the floor. Germany followed them into the little girl's bedroom and watched as Italy tucked her into her bed and tiptoed out of the room.
He wouldn't have been quieter if he had been in enemy's ground. Actually, it was about the only times when Feliciano was quiet.
Germany smiled tenderly at that and opened his arms, welcoming the warmth of the sleepy Italian wrapping his arms around him. Who wasn't that sleepy though!
"Ngh, F-feli!" he whispered as he felt him tracing the waist of his trousers from below the dress shirt he wore. Feliciano giggled
"C'mon, Venice is sleeping, Ludwig. It's time for the grown-up to have some fun, isn't it? I didn't get a day off only to watch a movie, or did you?"
Germany failed to find something to object his logic with.
Siesta, gatto, siesta : nap time, cat, nap time (italian)
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