chapter two
Feliciano whistled cheerfully as he wiped down the large German machinery. the sky was crystal blue, a comforting breeze flew in and the birds chirped happily.
"This is not so bad." he murmured out loud.
Ludwig walked over in his tank top, muscles rippling out and blonde hair naturally slicked back.
"Ve, master what are you doing?"
"Ausüben*" he replied while stretching out his muscles. Feliciano could picture the fair skin underneath all those clothes. so suddenly the Italian regretted it, the events which happened last night flooded inside his mind, giving him a headache.
"Feliciano, don't answer the door if someone knocks, okay?" The German glanced over at the small Italian dressed in pink frills then looked quickly away.
Dammit what was that!? he scorned himself.
"Sì! fare attenzione!*" the Italian waved happily then continued on with his work.
Slowly the Italian entered his masters room, the curtains shut and a small candle was alight. Feliciano tip-toed over to the bathroom, scared that the German might be hiding somewhere, or a trap ready to send the Italian to death would trigger.
He reached down into a basket in the corner of the white tiled room. the hot air left around by the steam gave a faint fog to the mirror. The Italian picked up dirty clothes then put them in the bucket he held. The strong smell of Ludwig wafted into his nose causing his heart to beat faster. A warm tingling sensation ran throughout his body.
A blush came to his face as he realised what happened.
Feliciano struggled to walk out of the room before he fell with a gasp. The urge hit with a sudden ferociousness that the Italian couldn't stand it any more. The hard pene was trembling as Feliciano took it out and starting to message it.
Just as soon as he started the door slammed open and a white haired man came in with a giant grin on his face.
"Germany! Its your awesome brother Prussia!" he called.
Feliciano was stunned then quickly pulled his apron done, covering the bump.
"Oh, you're not Germany." the crimson eyed man said after he spotted the Italian on the ground.
"S-Si." he replied, shaking.
"Who are you?"
Feliciano gulped and slowly moved into a crouching position to hide his bulge in the flaps of pink frills.
"My name is Feliciano."
The man named Prussia walked over to the Italian and stared in his eyes.
"You look familiar."
"Ah-I..." Feliciano stuttered, unsure of how to answer.
"Of course you would remember someone as awesome as me, right?" Prussia puffed his chest and arrogantly tall.
"Mi dispiace, no.*"
"What did you say? Was that Italian?"
"Si..." the Italian gulped as Prussia leaned closer.
"So where is Germany?"
"He went jogging." Feliciano replied happily.
"Perfect." Prussia mumbled while reaching down to the Italians arm and pulling him up.
"W-Wait! W-what-!?"
"Be glad you are being kidnapped by someone as awesome as me!" Prussia continued to pull Feliciano along until they reached to kitchen and something inside the Italian snapped.
A dark oozing sensation crept up from deep inside Feliciano's chest, his mind went fuzzy and he struggled to keep himself up.
'What is wrong,you loser-" Prussia stopped in his tracks. His grip was flown from the Italians wrist and horror cascaded over his face.
"What the-!?"
"Stai zitto pezzo di merda!*" The Italian hissed.
Prussia was pushed to the floor and the Italian pined him down, a knife appearing out of nowhere in the pasta-lover's hand.
"Sei pronto?*" he asked as the cold blade tore into fabric...
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Thanks for reading everyone3 kya. I feel happyXD next chapter will be released soon...What happened to Feliciano? Did he just stab Prussia? Will the awesome Prussia die!? and what about Germany?
all to be revealed in chapter drei (Three in German)3
translations; -exercise
-yes! take care!
-I'm sorry, no
-Shut up you piece of shit
-Are you ready?