England was running a bit late. Half an hour late to be exact. He rushed over to the ice cream stand he had agreed to meet Francis at. The two had many memories at the stand. They always meet each other there, and back when France and Arthur were forbidden from meeting, they would meet in the middle of the night there. They would always have the same thing, two plain vanillas with a little caramel and nuts. It was a bad inside joke between the two from Arthur's childhood and his first memory of France after he admitted he liked him. France had said that Arthur was plain and would always have a vanilla ice cream with nothing else. "The definition of plain is you, mon amie." Arthur, being in his rebellious IhateyouFranceandIwilldoanythingtoproveyouwrongbut Ihaveacrushonyouandwantoimpressyou stage, went and got a plain vanilla with a little caramel and nuts. France was a bit shocked. However, England did not really like it and would have preferred a plain vanilla with nothing on it. So, when Francis was not looking, he took of the caramel and nuts. Francis noticed this and teased him about it for many years to come.
England got to the stand and noticed Francis was not there. I should not have rushed, he thought. France is always late…that wanker… but being the fool I am I will just have to wait like I always do.
And he did. England waited, and waited, and waited. 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours. Soon, five hours had passed. I truly am a fool. There never was a way he truly loved me. England began to cry. He had had enough of Francis always being late and him not being able to get mad at the long-haired blond.
Why? He began to cry even more.
Why do you always leave me here like this? Why do I always fall for your spell? Why do I love you? Why do I like your smell, your soft lips, your hair, and everything else about you? Why am I attracted to your strength? He sobbed and noticed that a hand had slipped into his.
"Feli?"
"I love you. You're my friend."
"I love you too, Feli. Thanks for always being there for me, my friend."
Feliciano smiled brightly like the sun, "You're welcome~" He frowned a little, "Is big brother France being a meany?"
England laughed a little, "Somewhat… Francis is being Francis." He smiled lightly and looked at Feli. "How are things with Germany?"
"Great," he beamed. Feli's stomach growled and he put an arm around it. England laughed and smiled.
"Let's go get some ice cream. How does that sound?"
"Yayyy~ Andiamo~!"
"I wonder if they have pasta flavor?" Feli laughed with Arthur.
The two were great friends. They will always be there for each other.
Forever.
Feli did not like hiding his secret from Germany. I wonder if Germany will still kiss me goodnight….If he will smile lightly around me? If he will still be my friend? If he knew….
Germany sat down on the couch next to Feli. He could sense Italy's nervousness. "Is something wrong?" Italy fidgeted. He wanted to tell his love. But he knew the punishment. He looked down and shook his head no.
Germany kissed him lightly and he blushed, "Ich liebe dich."
"Ti amo…" His lip quivered.
"You don't look so good." Germany wrapped Italy in his arms. "Are you tired?"
"I'm fine. Just worried…"
"It'll all be ok. It'll be ok."
"Thank you," Feli whispered. He cried lightly.
That night he would sleep in Germany's arms.