Author's Note: A one-shot for my friend Ninja Grape Turtle; She loves the Ludwig and Feliciano couple and she requested this. I also need to write something. Please Enjoy! This is my first Hetalia fanfic...I hope it is ok...
Disclaimers: If I owned this, there would be a lot of slashy yaoi-ness and Canada would never be ignored.
Warnings: Sweet enough to cause cavities, this is SLASH! Don't like, Use the (-) button now. Not to mention the horrible grammar...it has never been my strong suit to begin with...
Now Onward to the story!
Big fluffy flakes floated down on to the semi green grass below. Prussia left the house, saying something along the lines of invading Canada's vital regions. So that leaves Germany alone at the rather large stone home. He almost felt lonely; it is just too quiet without his pompous older brother. It is nice to be alone every once in awhile. Of course the silence is broke by the knock on the door.
"So much for a quiet morning." He muttered along with some choice German curses. When he opened the door he found a shivering Italy.
"Hey Germany, Can I come in? Snow is very cold!" Italy wraps his arms against himself.
"Ok go ahead." He stood aside and let the man inside. Italy face nipped red from the cold. Germany noticed the Italian wasn't wearing a jacket, only his white button up shirt and a red scarf.
"Italy, why are you in Germany in the middle of winter without a jacket?" Germany asked, crossing his arms, along with shaking his head in shame. Italy smiled and glomp hugged the German. At first it startled Germany, considering Italy's skin is ice cold to the touch.
"You are very warm Mr. Germany." He snuggled closer. Germany just sighed and wrapped his arms around Italy. Eventually Italy nudged his nose into Germany's neck, not willing to let go of the extremely warm body.
"I'll make some coffee." Germany undid Italy's arms off of him; it was getting far too awkward for his comfort. Italy gave a whimper, walking to the very comfy black couch and wrapping himself with the gray false fur blanket. After a few minutes, Germany wandered back into the living room, with two plain coffee cups filled with coffee. Italy beamed at Germany, accepting the coffee.
"You warm enough now?" Germany said, taking a seat next to the Italian and sipping on the black coffee.
"Ve! Thank you Germany!" They sat in silence for awhile (which surprised Germany that Italy can stay quiet); sipping coffee and watching the fluffy flakes fall outside. Italy yawned, unwrapped his tightly wrapped blanket. He scooted over and laid his head on Germany's chest. Soon shallow and rhythmic breathes, signaling that Italy had fallen asleep on his chest. Germany set his coffee down on the table and looked at the sleeping Italian's face. How long has he been in his nation? Why didn't he call Germany to come get him from the airport? All of his frustrations faded when he saw how peaceful Italy looked. A small smiled appeared on Germany's face as he just watched Italy sleep, moving the hair out of the sleeping face. Italy moved his head so his face was in Germany's neck. A blush appeared on Germany's face but made no attempt to push him away. Soon he too fell asleep, laid his head on top of Italy's head, wrapping his arms around Italy.
A/N: Good? Bad? I hope you guys liked the story. PLEASE R AND R! I apologize if Italy and Germany is OCC..
Ok so a glomp is a bear hug for those that don't know.