DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Hetalia Characters (just because we're required to put that. X3)
warning: mature content; may not be suitable for children under 18 years of age (:D)
Pairings: GerIta, CanIta, AmerIta (basically, Italy's being a slut. XP) RusIta, AustriaxHungary, etc...etc...etc...
Now on to the story~!
The half-empty summit room echoed with little conversations between the remaining countries. Felicianna, despite the past few days of great fatigue and a pounding headache that decided to creep into her head just after the meeting started, conversed incessantly to the taller German whose patience was quickly thinning. The meeting was rather boring, and on top of that, both Felicianna and he were staying at the egotistical Alfred's house. Felicianna may have been the only one actually happy to be staying with Alfred, and that was the only reason the German agreed to stay as well.
They weren't the only ones staying at Alfred's house. Because of the meetings spread over multiple days in his country—today being only the second of about four—a few other countries decided to take refuge in his house too. Among them were Alfred's brother—whose name wasn't of much importance, the German guessed, if he didn't remember it anyway-, Austria, and Hungary. The latter two were smart enough to spend as much time outside of the house as possible, though. Because of Felicianna's eagerness and charming way of getting what she wanted, his days were generally in the house or on the grounds with a bottle of Advil.
"Doitsu~ Doitsu~!" The perky chirp of her voice pulled the German out of his momentary trance. 'Doitsu' as she'd just called him, was what would be considered a 'pet' name—with the exception that they weren't exactly a couple—and she always called him that instead of his actual name, Ludwig. No matter how many times Ludwig asked her to call him by his actual name—or scolded her, to be more precise—she never got it through her head, and therefore continued with her nickname. Granted it was better than being called a 'potato-eating bastard' as her brother does, he never felt the name suited him. But, of course, he wouldn't admit that by now it was growing on him.
Her beaming smile disappeared a moment in place of a pout that caused the German to tilt his head slowly. Apparently while she spoke, she'd gotten her coat and scarf on, and held his out to him.
"Can we go now?" she asked calmly, the smile returning as he took his jacket from her. Ludwig's face turned a light shade of pink as his gloved hand gently brush across the back of her slender fingers, the heat from her skin enough to feel through the leather, despite how cold it was outside.
Felicianna giggled for a reason unknown to Ludwig before skipping off towards the door. Perhaps she saw his blush and found it amusing? That thought alone sparked a darker pink on his cheeks from embarrassment.
Sliding his arms into his coat and following after the cheerful auburn-headed girl, he focused his thoughts on calming down his face pigment.
Felicianna skipped to the doorway, wrapping her arms around the impatient American.
"Alfred-ku~n!" she chirped again, her voice as sweet as always. Alfred chuckled a bit, his impatient look disappearing when the affectionate Italian's arms were wrapped around him. Patting her head and keeping in mind not to accidentally make contact with the little curl perched on the side of her head she always called Venice, he nodded to the approaching German with his megawatt smile
"Luddy! Ready to go back home?" The German twitched at his alternate nickname. He stepped forward again, nodding despite the error of his sentence. Not that Alfred would notice, but it was only 'home' for him. As far as Ludwig was concerned, it was a temporary stay. He only wished the stay was even more temporary…
Felicianna hesitantly let go of Alfred and stepped back, almost knocking into Ludwig. The German's nose twitched, her sweet scent tainted slightly to that of hamburgers because of her interaction with Alfred. Taking her arm unconsciously, he began walking out the door and past Alfred, nearly dragging the clumsy Italian with him.
Alfred tilted his head slightly, completely oblivious to the reason for the German's walking off.
One good thing about staying at Alfred's house was that it was in relative walking distance from the house. Alfred, of course, hadn't brought his car, so all six of them walked in the cold towards his house. The American thought that the temperature would get warmer as the day progressed, but his instincts were wrong. As they headed towards his house, little white puffs of snow began falling from the dull grey sky.
Roderich, the black-haired Austrian in the group, glanced around quickly before pulling the collar of his jacket up a bit to keep warmer. His Hungarian partner, Elizaveta, had done the same, but she kept a smile on her face from the interesting weather change.
Ludwig paid the snow no heed, as it wasn't much different from the early winters of his own country. By now, though, he could feel the weak shivers of the Italian girl still attached to his arm. Looking down at her, she'd buried her face up to her nose in her thin scarf, her jacket not doing much for the warmth since it was so big and allowed the cold air through the sleeves. Perhaps next time she shouldn't borrow one of Germany's jackets….
Ludwig hesitated a bit, afraid to cause her discomfort if he tried to warm her up. He continued to stare ahead as he thought of an easy way to keep her warm, but the trailing American saw it as ignorance. Heroic tendencies kicking in, he took two large strides to catch up to them, pulling off his jacket and wrapping it around Felicianna.
Startled a bit by the action, Ludwig removed his arm from around the girl's and looked back at Alfred, hiding his annoyance rather well—not that the American would notice if he didn't bother to hide it at all.
Felicianna slowed a bit, surprised at the scent of burgers and then some that filled the air rather suddenly. Looking at her shoulders where the extra weight was put, she took a deep breath and smiled. Turning around and walking backwards as she smiled up at Alfred, Felicianna held the other large jacket shut across her chest.
"Grazie, Alfred-Kun!" She chirped again, her voice slightly muffled by the scarf over her mouth. The American smiled his megawatt grin once more, placing his hands on his hips as he replied much louder than was necessary
"No problem, miss! It's a hero's honor!" Felicianna giggled; no one had ever called her 'miss' before. It was always 'Italia', Felicianna, or Feli. Nodding to Alfred, Feli continued walking cheerfully to his house, the extra weight keeping most of the cold air from invading her jacket.
Ludwig passed a few glances at Alfred, whose plastered 'hero' smile was starting—if it hasn't already—to be annoying. After a while he sighed and focused on the falling snow in front of him, the clumps starting to get thicker.
The heat of the house brushed across the cold skin of the six upon entering Alfred's house. The intense change in temperature would have scalded their faces if they weren't all so bundled up in their coats—with the exception of Alfred, whose face turned bright red as if it had really gotten burned. He paid no attention to the stinging, despite the fact that his heroic demeanor had left him a few minutes before. Perhaps he always felt the need to be leader-like?
Feli hopped onto the couch, laying backwards with her legs dangling over the arm. The hair from her ponytail frayed out on the fabric as she removed her scarf and two jacket layers because of the sudden warmth.
Ludwig had already done so, his jacket hanging on a coat rack. Walking over to Feli, he took her coat and scarf, hanging them as well.
Roderich and Elizaveta didn't bother taking off their coats yet, as they had immediately walked through the halls to their guest room to leave the other four in peace. If anything, Roderich was well aware of the possibility of something unpleasant in the near future, but since he didn't know exactly when it would happen, he kept his distance as much as possible. Being the previous caretaker of Felicianna, he knew very well how to read her emotions. Hungary simply followed Austria nearly everywhere, as they were a couple.
Matthew quietly sat down next to Feli once she sat up. Twiddling his thumbs rather nervously, he decided to look out the window at the thickening storm.
"I don't think it'll be the weather for the meeting tomorrow…" He said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Felicianna turned to him and pouted, her face absolutely adorable despite her frowning.
"Are you sure?" Feli asked sadly. She rather liked the meetings because she got to see everyone.
Matthew turned to her, blushing lightly and nodding. He opened his mouth the speak, but whatever he would've said was quickly cut off by the once again energetic hero.
"nonsense! This is only a passing storm! You wait and see, tomorrow will be bright and sunny!" Apparently, Alfred didn't realize how incorrect his weather-watching was; he thought today would be 'bright and sunny' as well. Feli, though, clapped her hands happily, her face returning to the cheerful smile.
"Yay!" Alfred put on his smug look again, positive he was right(which, according to him alone, is true). Feli kept her caramel eyes focused on Alfred a moment before turning back to the Canadian shaking his head.
"See? We can have the meeting tomorrow!" She chirped. Matthew looked at her a moment before turning away again.
"I guess…." He wasn't at all convinced that what Alfred said was true. If anything, they might be stuck in the American's house for a day or two because of the snow.
Matthew felt the warm caramel eyes still watching him-that, or she was looking past him to the window of snow and imagining it bright and sunny—and he instantly became nervous. Not only was attention like that rarely given to him for more than a second, it was Feli's attention he had. Despite him being unsure whether or not she knew his name after the few days they were living with Alfred, there was something so charming about her that he didn't mind if she did or not.
Of course, the bubbly Italian girl always seemed to be charming, whether she knew it or not. When compared to her brother, it was as if she was sugar, and he was spices. Spain seemed to like the spices more, but to the rest of the world, sugar was apparently more delectable.
Ludwig, whether he saw Matthew or not, took the chance to sit on top of him as if he weren't there. Felicianna's gaze moved from the Canadian to the German, as he wanted. Despite gaining victory over Matthew for the moment, Ludwig's face was still rigid.
Once again, Matthew seemed a ghost to the two once he was squashed. Yawning, the Italian girl stood, pecking Ludwig on the cheek as she normally did before bed.
"I'm tired, Doitsu~! Let's go to bed!" Matthew twitched at the statement, and the German knew well how awkward that may have sounded, but her actions were completely normal for her. She always slept with someone else in the bed stark naked. Not that the other countries needed to know that second part, but Ludwig had his fair share of blood loss the first few times she slipped into his bed.
To Alfred, who decided it was a bright idea to give them a room to share, they were an adorable couple. Whether this was true or not didn't faze him, but he seemed to think they would be more comfortable that way.
Brushing off the awkwardness, Ludwig stood and took her arm again. The German wasn't that tired. In fact, he had the energy to pick a fight with the hot-headed American. I wouldn't do any good, though, because said American already started off to his own room. Sighing, Luddy turned to Italy and smiled a little(although, it may have looked awkward since he doesn't do that much…).
"O-okay, Italia." Feli almost dragged the muscular blonde with her, immediately falling on the bed when she entered the room.
"yay! So nice~!" she commented, spreading her arms and making bed angels. Germany watched as he unbuttoned his army jacket and sat in the corner of the bed, as it wasn't taken up by her flapping arms.
Feli stopped her happy actions a moment in favor of stripping to get ready for bed. The German was semi-used to it now, and he learned to turn away and keep the lights off when they entered the room. Italy didn't mind, as it made one less trip to the wall to turn is off. By then you wouldn't be as tired, right? Sleep is always good…
Ludwig lay down under the covers, taking as little amount of space up as possible. His little Italian followed, immediately curling up close to him. He noticed she hadn't taken her hair down—in fact, he can't remember the last time she put it down. Slowly, he reached for the tie to take it out when the Italian's head lifted and looked at him in surprise. The light in the room was rather dim because of the storm outside, and her eyes seem to glow in the darkness.
"What are you doing?" She asked, a completely innocent tone in her voice. He froze, his hand hovering an inch above the hair tie.
"Wha—oh, uhm, I thought you would want to put your hair down to sleep." He found that a rather logical answer, even though she'd never done so before.
Still looking up at him sweetly, she thought for a moment, "I don't like my hair let down. I always have it up."
Her denial sparked a chord of curiosity in the German. Moving his hand a bit away, he brushed his hand across her cheek lightly despite his blush.
"Why not?" He asked, perfectly sincere. She thought another moment before answering
"I don't like the way it looks when it's down." She said calmly, noting the slight red tint in his face. Ludwig stared at her for a few minutes in complete intrigue before reaching for the ponytail again and being stopped once more.
"don't." Feli said, a slight hint of stern-ness in her voice. He remained calm
"I want to see." She remained silent, breathing calmly. She didn't like her hair down; she doubted he would.
Her prolonged silence made Ludwig think he had an 'okay' to do as he wanted. Cautiously, he pulled the tie from her hair, the auburn locks falling and framing her face down a bit past her shoulders. She shut her eyes, afraid to see his reaction. As the seconds ticked and silence continued, her nervousness increased.
"Beautiful." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. Shocked, she opened her eyes and looked into the piercing blue ones focused on her.
"Wh-what?" Feli asked, although she heard him the first time. The German smiled a bit, bringing his hand up and running his fingers gently through her soft hair
"Beautiful." He said once more, his voice a little louder this time to ensure she heard it. Felicianna felt heat start up in her cheeks from a pink blush. Staring at him blankly with her mouth ajar, Felicianna tried to process the word; One single word that seemed to blow her mind. Hearing it from him was a shock in itself.
Germany continued brushing his hand through her hair, completely entranced by the beauty and softness of it. Keeping his eyes focused on hers, he didn't realize his hand brushing across Venice until he heard the little moan escape Feli's lips. She tensed up as he removed his hand quickly.
Before he could apologize—which was the first thing he coherently thought to do—a pair of warm pink lips were pressed against his. Wide-eyed, he froze in place as his face turned to a shade darker than red.
Unlike her brother, Felicianna failed to repress any natural reactions.
His mind going completely blank as he relaxed at the delicious taste of her lips that could only be identified as lemons sweetened under the Naples sun (which, she brought to eat at the meeting yesterday as well as today and shared), his hormonal responses kicked in before his rational ones as her arms were wrapped around him weakly to pull him closer.
This was all because he'd accidentally touched Venice? No, it couldn't be, right? She used to get over that rather quickly when it was a complete accident. Of course, this was the first time they were alone in a bedroom when this happened…
Could it be that she's telling him something? Perhaps…using the accident as an excuse to do this? It didn't matter, as Ludwig liked this anyways.
The scary thing, though, is that they were in someone else's house. He didn't know how thick the walls were, and if someone were to walk in on them, things would get stranger from there. But Alfred thought they were a couple anyways, right? If anyone else walked in…
No; he was sure he locked the door.
Slowly, his logic kicked in and he pushed Feli away, not aware of the strength he used until he saw she'd almost fallen off the bed. Both panting heavily from arousal, they stared at each other as an awkward silence filled the room.
He'd completely denied her. Did he not like her? Upsetting thoughts swam through her mind as tears filled her eyes. Opening her mouth to speak, she could only feel air come out.
Ludwig froze once again, his heart breaking from the hurt in Feli's eyes. It was correct to do that, right? It would be improper if they'd done what he thought she was aiming at?
The German twitched before getting to his feet rather quickly, ignoring the immediate head rush as he did so. Feli pulled herself safely back on the non-edge of the bed as she watched him, a warm tear running down her face as the German walked briskly out of the room. She wanted to go after him, apologize, hope she didn't ruin their friendship, but her body refused to move as it still recovered from shock.
And the heavy footsteps faded further and further from the door, leaving the little crying Italian girl to curl up and lay on the increasingly chilling bed.
Chapter end
Author ranting time:
Ack! you'd think for my first fanfiction I'd choose a one-shot easy fluff thing, right? WRONG! I like to start hard then move to the easy stuff~ hehe! And sorry for it being so long! DX I just couldn't find a cliffhanger I was happy with...OTL
I'd love your reviews and critiques~! And don't worry, the next chapter will be up soon! ^^
(also...if you have an idea for a soundtrack for this, I'd love to hear! XD haha)
