Author's note: Derp! Here's the second chapter :D So glad people are liking this fic~ I tried to keep as much humor and fluffiness in here as possible to keep up with the overwhelming smexiness of the first chapter XD There's a small hint of America/Russia in here. I debated making it America/Germany to spice stuff up, but meh. The main focus is England/N. Italy anyway c: Also, there is another chapter after this!


Accidentally In Love

Chapter 2


When Arthur arrived in the meeting room, only a few other countries were there. Ludwig, Alfred, and Francis were among them. He was certain he didn't have a sign that said what he did the night before, but he felt as though all eyes were on him. Francis in particular kept grinning at him.

"What is it, frog?" Arthur hissed.

The Frenchman continued to grin before settling down in the seat beside his friend and enemy. "You made love last night," he said.

Arthur was glad he hadn't taken a sip of his tea yet, otherwise he would have spat it all over the table. "W-What?!" His face turned red and he cursed himself for his inability to hide anything from the French nation. "How do you even know that?" he whispered angrily.

Francis laughed. "Just who do you think you are talking to, Angleterre?" He leaned in closer. "So who was it? Alfred?"

"No!" Several heads turned at his outburst. He faked a smile and waved them off. "And why must you always assume it's him?" he growled under his breath.

"Perhaps because you never shut up about him," Francis shrugged. "But if it was not him, then who?"

"None of your bloody business."

Before Francis could reply, the rest of the nations started to file into the room. Francis smirked and leaned back in his chair. Alfred plopped down in the seat beside Arthur with a huff. "Man, that guy," he grumbled.

Arthur turned towards him. "Who?"

"Ludwig," the American said irritably. "He spent all night criticizing me and being all OCD with where I put my shit."

"Ah…you two shared a room then?"

"Yeah. Fuck, even Ivan's a better roommate than Mister I Will Ruin Your Fun."

"Yes, because with Ivan, things are more…physical," Arthur sneered, delighting in the blush that spread across Alfred's face.

"Oh y-yeah? Well then how was your time with Feli last night?" Arthur paled and could just imagine the smirk on Francis' lips as he listened. "No complaints? You didn't try to feed him something you cooked, did you?"

"Feliciano was a decent roommate," Arthur replied stiffly. His eyes darted across the room at said Italian who was hanging off Ludwig's arm. A part of him bristled inside, wanting to lunge and shout "Get away! He's mine!" but he knew that would be foolish. He watched how Feliciano continuously tried to flirt with the German country and how Ludwig brushed him off. The saddened look on the normally happy Italian made Arthur feel sore.

"A decent roommate?" Francis repeated with a smile, chin resting in his palm. "Is that so?"

Arthur chose to ignore him.


The meeting felt like it had lasted for longer than an hour. Arthur was quick to leave the room, not bothering to answer any more of Francis' teasing questions. He dug in his pockets for his room key, only to discover it wasn't there.

"Oh bollocks, you must be joking," he grumbled, searching every pocket on his person. "Bloody hell…" He stood outside the room, glaring at anyone that tried to comment on his unfortunate circumstances. His glare softened when Feliciano came into view, looking unhappier than he did at the meeting.

The Italian glanced up and his eyes widened. "Arthur? What are you doing out here?"

"Forgot my room key," he said with a dull blush. "I don't suppose you could…?"

Feliciano nodded and took his own room key out from his back pocket. He slid it into the door and waited for it to give the green light to enter.

"Thank you." Arthur walked into the room after him, removing his suit jacket. "I'm going to freshen up in the shower. I shouldn't be terribly long in there."

Feliciano sunk down onto the bed, looking more and more as if someone had kicked his puppy. Feeling uncomfortable, Arthur walked into the bathroom and shut the door. He removed his clothes quickly before turning on the water and jumping in. A good few minutes later, he turned off the water and just as he was exiting and wrapping a towel around his waist, he heard a distinct sob. And then another. Curious, he pressed his ear against the door.

"Sono così stupido…"

What little Italian Arthur knew, he was pretty sure that Feliciano was saying someone was stupid. He slowly opened the door and was surprised to see the usually flamboyant Italian curled up on the bed, back facing him, crying into a pillow. Arthur swallowed hard. He didn't know how to deal with people when they were crying. He always seemed to say the wrong thing. But he didn't like seeing Feliciano like this.

So he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and put a hand on the other's shoulder. Feliciano tensed up and hiccoughed. "Feliciano?" he said softly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm confused," he whispered into the pillow. "I thought I loved Ludwig…b-but now I don't."

A part of him was pleased. Another part of him understood his confusion. "Shh, it's all right." He rubbed Feliciano's back gently.

Feliciano suddenly turned over and stared at him, blinking the tears from his eyes. "I-I think I love you."

Arthur's eyes widened and his heart almost stopped. "That's silly," he said with a laugh. "W-We barely know each other." I'm not right for you.

"But then why does my heart beat so fast? It has ever since last night…"

"You're imagining things."

"I know I'm not!" Feliciano sat up and fully turned around. He stared deeply into Arthur's eyes. "I think I really love you, Arthur."

"And I think this is foolish." He put his hands on Feliciano's. "Think about what you are saying."

Feliciano's lower lip trembled. Arthur swore to himself.

"I…I understand," Feliciano mumbled.

Arthur watched him turn back around and face the window. "I…" He paused and stared at the floor in shame. He kept thinking it over; trying to imagine actually being with the Italian. He found it to be a pleasant thought. "…I suppose in time…we could learn to," Feliciano rolled over to look at him, "love each other." Arthur's cheeks burned as the realization of what he just said sunk in.

Feliciano's amber eyes widened considerably. "Really?"

"Yes." Arthur shifted uncomfortably and wished for the floor to swallow him up. "Last night was…well it certainly wasn't horrible. I wouldn't mind," his blush turned even redder, "doing it again in the future." Oh bloody hell, I sound like an idiot.

"A-Arthur…"

"But we're going to take our time with this, understand?" he said sternly. "No rushing."

Feliciano nodded, a smile blossoming over his face. He wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck, causing the Brit to sputter in embarrassment, before planting a kiss to his warm cheek. "Grazie," he whispered.


Italian translations:

Sono così stupido - I'm so stupid
Grazie - Thank you