Hello once again! Before beginning this I wanted to thank everyone who has read the story. Also, thanks to SolarWolfMoon and Lady Prussia of Awesomeness for reviewing this story! You guys were my inspiration to write another chapter. You guys can expect this story to be updated at least twice during the weekends. Maybe I will post another chapter tomorrow.

~Let's begin~

Feliciano looked at his brother hoping that he would say something to make the situation seem a bit less horrible. He still could not believe Ludwig would say something like that, his Luddy, the one person that had made him forget the cruel past now seemed to loose interest in him. Before he realized it, he began to sob. That's what caught his brother's attention.

"You idiot! Why are you crying over such a useless guy?! You don't see me crying over Antonio do you?" After hearing that, Feliciano realized that his older brother had not shed a tear. If anything, he was just extremely angry. "Look, I am very upset with what happened, but there is no point in suffering for people who do not appreciate us. We are fratellos, we love eachother. We can spend time together like the old times." Then, for the first time in the day, lovino smiled just for his brother's sake.

"Thank you Lovi! We will have so much fun' Feliciano tried to seem happy with his brothers words. It did not take long for them to reach Italy. Once there, they stayed at their house. Lovino and feliciano were extremely quiet as they walked to their room.

Feliciano admired how strong his brother would act for him. He was well aware that it was all an act. Maybe he acted a bit lightheaded most of the time, but he was always aware of all the sacrifices others did for him. Indeed, he was right. As soon as they got under the covers, Lovino reached for Italy and pulled him to his chest. That is when Romano broke.

He spent all his life being left behind by everyone. No one ever truly wanted him around or missed him when he was gone. Even his brother had moved on quickly when they were separated. Yet, Spain had fought for him, he had risked everything, but now…"Damn tomato bastard".

Feliciano just held on to Lovino as he also began to cry. Of all people, Ludwig had never judged him. Ludwig seemed to embrace everything that made up Feliciano with love. The dinner had been planned about a month ago, Lovino was even willing to spend time with Ludwig as Antonio and him were becoming good friends. The last thought on the fragile Italian was that he would give anything up to be happy again, but he wondered of that meant giving Ludwig up too.

~meanwhile in Spain

Ludwig felt so horribly sick. He was a very strong man in every sense of the word, but at the moment his body had given up. Antonio and him had drown themselves in some of the wines that were kept around the house. Something inside of him snapped and he ran outside to train for many hours straight until he passed out. When he regained consciousness Antonio was sitting next to him on the green area where he passed out. He could see that Spain was crying and heard him say "We can not waste time punishing ourselves. We need to get them back".

As Ludwig laid in bed, he remembered everything Italy would do for him. Even asleep Feliciano would struggle to keep Ludwig from getting out of bed and by the time he came out of the shower, Feliciano had made him breakfast. Feliciano was always capable of making Ludwig smile and distract him from all the harshness of the world. Yet, he complained. All he had to put up with was eating pasta on most days. Now that he thought about it it was ridiculous. Why did was he even bothered by that? He didn't even think he was bothered by it, but that he got carried away (or annoyed) by his American fellow and let the words slip out of his mind.

Pasta was actually good. Any type of food Feliciano made seemed to be a piece of heaven in Ludwig's mouth. He was even able to make the best wurst he had ever tasted. Italy would even cook German food. "I'm such an arschloch". Italy would never push Ludwig away when he was trying to be romantic and he had totally ridiculed him. All Germany wanted that night was to hold Feliciano close.

"Ve~Luddy! I'm so glad that you're mine! Promise me that you will never leave me" Ludwig closed his eyes and thought about his first one month celebration of dating Italy. He remembered the way Italy had woken him up with a song he wrote and sang himself. He remembered the restaurant he took Feliciano to so that the best Italian cook would satisfy his taste buds. And then, he remembered that night.

~Flashback~
Ludwig had just put Feliciano down on his bed as they both kept on laughing at how he looked with one of the many roses Germany had given him wrapped around his curl. Germany began to remove his jacket and pants to sleep with his boxers and his tank top. By the time that he turned around Italy had removed his too.

After he turned off the light and got under the cover he faced Italy. "Feliciano" he said as a whisper. "Ve?", after taking a deep breath Germany replied " Ich liebe dich, danke, danke for being mine". Germany opened up his eyes to see Italy close to tears. Italy just stared at his beautiful blue eyes as he tried to get enough courage to speak up. " ti amo".

Germany couldn't help himself and leaned down to give Italy a peck on the lips. He expected Italy to smile and them go to sleep, but he was extremely wrong. When he created some space inbetween them, Italy spoke up.

"Ludwig, do you think you could make my body yours too, tonight?"

The lemony material is up next! Spamano lovers will get some too in the one after that one, I am not forgetting about you guys~ Please remember to review, thank you so so much for supporting this fic. Gnight, everyone.