Tossing and turning, constantly flinging his side of the blanket over himself; telling himself he would fall asleep soon. Obviously it didn't work, so he soon gave up. Feliciano just couldn't get to sleep, he was drunk with fatigue yet his body was physically inept at falling asleep that night. He turned himself back over, only to meet the face of his German friend. He had snuck into his bed again like any other night he would, but something felt...off. He stared down at the figure before him, Ludwig's tank top hugged his torso nicely; so as to show off all he well built abs. On any other night, Feliciano would admire and adore watching his German Nation sleep so peacefully. But tonight, the Italian's large grin had soon faded into a small frown as thoughts ran round his head, frantically trying to sort out his emotions. Feliciano whimpered a little bit, cowering under the soft fabric. He poked his head out again, then using his arms to prop himself against the headboard; looking down at his Ludwig. He huddled his legs up into his chest, burying his face in them; peeking out a bit so as to still be able to see his German. Tears welled up in his eyes, a few dripping down onto his bare knees, spilling onto the sheets below. In just a matter of minutes the patch beneath where he sat had a thin layer of tear stains; making him more uncomfortable,
"I-I'm so...so sorry Ludwig..." Feliciano muttered under his breath, still managing to choke between his words, "You...you try so hard...you try so hard to make me a better country...You only care for my well being..." Feliciano let more tears spill as not only feelings of guilt filled him, but the tears and emotions of rejection. He knew he liked this man more then a friend. He knew that for a long time, "And I-I'm just a failure..." The Italian nation wiped his tears away with the back of his hand, letting his back slide down the back of the bed. His eyes stung, bloodshot and sore. His cheeks felt puffy and red as the tears dripped down to his jaw, spilling onto his knees which he dug his nails into. At that moment in time, he felt like screaming. But he concealed it, he wouldn't want to wake him up and explain anything. He didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to ruin what they had. Feliciano slumped onto his side, lifting his head up to see the Indigo blue eyes of Ludwig open, overwhelmed with concern and guilt. He hooked his arm round the Italian's waist and pulled him in close to his chest, he could feel his Breath becoming a bit uneasy,
"Feli..." Feliciano could feel a sudden warmth as he hugged him tighter, "Please...Please don't say things like that" Ludwig nuzzled the top of his Italian's hair, a few sniffles escaping him, "You're not a failure...I promise you" He pulled him away, only to stare into the stained Hazel eyes of the Italian Nation, a sight which he never wanted to witness. Drawing in the biggest breath he could, he let out a deep sigh, a small smile on his lips.
"Ich liebe dich." He breathed gently. Feliciano's eyes shot open, in a state of pure shock. But his mouth twitched until a grin bigger then his usual was shown; it actually scared Ludwig a little.
"Ti amo!" Feliciano cried, wrapping his arms around the other's neck, "Grazie! Grazi-" After having enough of the Italian's blabber, Ludwig smashed his lips against Feliciano's in a small, but passionate kiss. Pulling apart, Feliciano's eyes sparkled with a tint of love in them, staring up at his German dreamily. The Italian Nation sighed, nuzzling himself into the taller male's chest. Feliciano's feelings had finally sorted themselves out, finding out that the source of his insomnia, was in fact because of the German who stood before him. The German who helped him through so many things. The German who had saved him countless times from being captured by Arthur. The list went on and he named many things in his head that this amazing man had done for him, all by himself. The Italian took pride In saying that he could call him his,
"Grazie..." Feliciano breathed before his eyelids dropped, his fatigue finally winning the battle against his body. He felt safe.
BURN THIS. BURN THIS IN A PIT OF FIRE WITH ALL MY SINS. OH DEAR GOD BURN THIS. B U R N.
