Ludwig and Feliciano! AKA GerIta from Hetalia fanfic ^^

Hey again everyone! I'm soooo extremely I ended abruptly last chapter, I didn't say anything at the end and the first chapter was crap cake Dx. Anyways, the reason why I'm updating so soon is because I had a snow day so there was no school, so don't think it's always gonna be like this ;D Warning, lots of angst Germany in this one. And of course, it's YAOI. So if you don't like it, please screw off (kindly) and go look for something to read, ok? I promise I made this chapter longer, for all you people out there. Anyways, criticism is always appreciated, and compliments even more so ^^ Now enjoy.

Chapter 2

Feliciano's POV

So here I was right? I was on my way to me friend Germany's house! Ve, I was going for a specific reason though, I was planning to invite him over for dinner! Hopefully, I was going to have enough ingredients to make pasta with a yummy tomato sauce! And even with some wurst for him in there too, yay! But I also just wanted to see him, because Germany treats me so well you see. Ve, I like him a lot~! And I've been thinking a bunch about him lately too! So anyways~

When I got to his place, I started calling his name from downstairs (he had given me a spare key to his house!) but he didn't reply, so I decided to look for him! And when I did find him I gave him a big hug! I was telling him a funny story about me and my fratello, but then something weird happened… He started yelling at me, and Germany is REALLY scary when he raises his voice, no I mean it! He can be really mean! He told me that I was annoying, and it hurt me… I really didn't know he hated me so much, I really didn't, and I couldn't help but feel really weird inside... I told him I was sorry and that I knew I could be annoying sometimes… But then! I ran out of his house because I couldn't stop crying, and besides, I didn't want to make him any madder, ve...

It feels super weird now, and not the good kind of weird either! No, this feeling hurts my chest, and it makes me feel almost dizzy… I wanna see him again, but I know he doesn't like me anymore, it makes me super sad, ve~…Oh! Maybe I can just call a friend! Yeah that'll work!

I picked up my phone only to freeze right before my fingers could push the buttons. Confused, I set down the receiver, then a wave of realization hit me;

oh right, I normally call Germany when I'm sad, don't I?

Tears started forming in the corners of my eyes, soon enough, I found myself crying again!

Ve, what am I going to do?

Germany's my best friend and I love him!

My sobs only got louder the more I got lost in my thoughts. I didn't mean to make Germany mad! And I don't wanna make him mad again! No no no! So I guess I can't see him anymore...

I guess I'll just miss that meeting tomorrow.

I sighed, hiccupping occasionally because of my previous bouts of tears.

Ve, perhaps I'll just make some pasta tonight then go to bed, I'm just gonna stay home tomorrow…

Normal POV

The enormous conference table was about 3/4ths full; America and England were both taking turns on picking on France, double-teaming him. Curse words were flying through the room faster than the speed of light, courtesy of the trio of course. America's goofy grin didn't hide his obvious distaste for the blonde Frenchman's attempt to molest his dear Iggy, and England was proudly pronouncing his loathe for the, 'froggy wanker'.

Russia sat to the right of the all-blonde comical trio, his creepy smile plastered on his face. But his deep eyes were sending obvious death glares at the 3 Baltics, whom were currently all hovered together, shivering in fear. They almost looked like a group of children who had the brilliant idea of being at a haunted house (hear the sarcasm there?).

The death-glare eventually dug enough fear into Latvia, who let out a small but audible whimper in submission. This obviously pleased the Russian who's smiled turned into that of a maniac, absolutely delighted.

China and Japan were missing however, some other pressing matters called to them, also calling nations such as Greece and Egypt as well. Across from America, Britain and France (who were still quarreling) sat Spain, and the ever-scowling Romano. His arms were folded over his slouching body, grumbling and snapping things at Spain in his own language, probably because he called him cute or something along those lines.

Everything seemed to be completely normal in the loud atmosphere, except for a certain absent Italian brunette-redhead and Germany, who was looking God awful. His normally well kept ash-blonde hair that was normally slicked back was currently dull and sticking up in odd places. Sky blue eyes were outlined by deep, purple sleep-deprived bags. The German's outfit was undone in certain areas and had a large, noticeable stain on the coat's left breast pocket; this too was out of the norm. A certain grimacing Italian took quick note of this abnormality as well, straightening himself before walking over to where the melancholic German was slumped over.

Ludwig's POV

I was angry, furious in fact. Not with my work situation, but with myself. I wasn't able to get a wink's worth of slight last night because of how my mind was going on a rampage. I was contemplating how in God's name I could've possibly had the nerve to yell at that angelic boy so-… Wait a minute, where did that come fro—

"Buongiorno, potato sucking bastard."

I was snapped out of my stupor by a sharp, accented voice. My eyes followed up a slim, tan clothed body only to meet hazel green pools that were narrowed slightly, Romano. His lips is a half-smirk, half-scowl as he shifted all of his weight onto one hip, he glared at me in mild disgust. I don't blame him though; I know I undoubtedly deserved any kind of harsh treatment directed at me.

"Hello Lovino." I shifted in my seat to show the small Italian that I had given all my attention to him for the given moment, who only sneered dangerously at me. Although, I was more than used to it by now from the countless run-ins I've had with him.

"Don't try to patronize me, you dirty Nazi! I want to know why on Earth Feliciano was crying all last night! And why he wanted to stay home today, he didn't even want to get up out of bed!"

The brunette grabbed me by my collar, forcefully pulling me up to his eye level, he choked me a little in the process, but it was a tickle compared to the pang of guilt and pain my heart felt at that moment. It caused my throat to tighten hard, almost threatening to choke me because of my sin.

"H-he vanted to stay h-home all day today..?" the imaginary hand that clamed around my throat refused to release its grip, causing me to fail at speaking with a calm and collected air.

"T-that's completely unlike him…"

"Damn right it's unlike him you bastard!"

I suppose Romano's big brother instincts kicked in as he shook me furiously, gripping my shirt tighter. His anger seeped throughout his whole body, forcing him to shake with anger. This was truly rare for the elder of the Vargas brothers.

"He kept whining how if he went today, 'Germany will get mad' with him again! Che! I've never seen him so low and somehow you managed to do that?" he continued in a low, chesty snarl.

Currently, I was too dumbstruck to even respond, my body was frozen solid as ice raced down my spine. My face had probably lost his color and my knees were threatening to give out under me. Lovino just took the silence as a victory and let me go roughly. He grumbled something that sounded like a 'che', and whirled 180 degrees on heel to storm back to his seat, earning a confused look from Spain who just cocked his head to the side curiously.

I slunk further into my chair, just wishing I could disappear right this instant. Why was I so hung up on this?

I should be able to just visit Italy and say sorry, right?

I swallowed hard, not completely getting rid of the lump in my throat.

Am I really THAT scared to go see him?

I thought to myself. This really was way too over my head for the time being. I shot up quickly, knocking over my chair and coffee mug as I did so. Everyone in the room whirled their head over to look over to the sudden outburst, except Romano, who was still seated facing straight forward, grimacing.

"I-I'm calling zis meeting to an end for today, decisions will be made on a different day, on a different time." I managed to grumble out.

Romano's lips twitched ever so slightly to turn upwards in a small smirk. I sighed and turned to quickly skid out of the conference room, ignoring the questions and protests that followed me on my way out. I just knew that if I stayed any longer, my head was sure to burst open. Besides, I had more important things to soak my head around than stupid treaties with other nations or money issues at the moment.

Hey guys! Thanks for reading my crap-tastic story; it really means a lot to me! But anyways, back to business. I need your help deciding if Germany needs a little more of an incentive, or should he just grow a pair and go see Italy right away? (I was thinking of doing the latter, but I haven't come to a complete decision). Please review and tell me! –Evil grin* or else, I won't update until I do. So please review! ;D Jeez I'm evil.

Oh! By the way, with how the plans are going, there will probably be a yummy lemon included in the next chapter! And if not the next, then the one after that for sure. So until then; PM me to talk, review, and enjoy. Ja na! ~3

-Dani