"Lucianoooooo!" Luciano is about to sit down when he turns and suddenly finds himself full of very bubbly Italian. His arms remain frozen at his sides and his eyes bulging in shock at the fact that Feliciano initiated contact with him, and that contact is a hug.
"Do you like the painting?" Feliciano pulls back smiling hopefully at him, his arms still wrapped around Luciano's neck. Luciano blinks. He hears Flavio snicker behind him as that is the only sound in the room. Everyone has stopped what they had been doing to watch Feliciano throw himself at Luciano. People tense as they know, if Luciano wants to, Feliciano could be dead in a matter of seconds. But that would kill Luciano too.
Remembering to breathe, Luciano lifts his hands to remove Feliciano's arms from around his neck.
"I do, thank you." he tells him coarsely. Feliciano's face lights up like Christmas morning and grabs Luciano's hands in his, giving them a squeeze. Luciano gazes down at their hands in wonder, utterly confused by the action.
"That's wonderful! I'm so glad you like it!" Feliciano is giggling now. Luciano gulps. He's not used to interacting with his other self. When the meeting is called to a start Feliciano takes the empty seat next to him with a confidence Luciano doesn't think he's ever seen him have before.
Luciano does his best to focus on the meeting, but with the obvious glare from a certain frying pan wielding bitch and the nervous glances from the others, and Feliciano's clear doodling, Luciano gives up. He swears the whole room jumps when he takes out his knife. It has him smirking. He begins to widdle again at the table. He fixes the spots he thought were awful from their first day of meetings. He hates to admit that he leaves the parts that Feliciano likes alone.
He glances up at the speaker, the Canadas talking about education across the world. Luciano then glances at Feli, who in that moment had glanced to him as well. They stay locked in eye contact for a moment before Feliciano's face scrunches up and he looks back to his paper and begins to scribble hastily.
Luciano turns his focus back to the table. He's just about finished with his changes, but there is this one spot on the far end of the table he can't reach well enough to fix. He tries a few times, twisting in his seat until he gives up and stands to go to the other side of the table to make the change.
"Luciano?" he makes the last widget in the table before coming to his full height and looking to Ludwig who had taken over speaking again.
"What are you doing?" the Germanic country asks cautiously.
"Fixing," Luciano tells him sharply, moving back to take his seat again. No one else comments on his actions, but Feliciano is giggling silently next to him. Luciano's eyes gaze over the wood marks and when he feels satisfied and finished, he drops his head to the table. He's suddenly very tired. He focuses on relaxing, and thinking of home.
It doesn't occur to him when he feels someone shaking him that he had fallen asleep. Luciano wakes with a start and pins down his 'attacker' on the table, his knife at their neck before he can think. Feliciano stares up at him, his hands on Luciano's wrists, and fear clear on his features. Luciano blinks as reality comes back to him.
"I.. sorry," he says backing away from his other self. He takes a few deep breaths as Feliciano raises himself from the table. Luciano puts his knife away and thanks whoever that the meeting room had been empty when he accidentally attacked his other self.
"Are you okay?" Luciano's head snaps to Feli, who looks at him with worry.
"I pinned you down and almost stabbed a knife into your neck and you're asking if I'm okay?" Feli nods violently. He steps forward and places a careful hand on Luciano's arm.
"I thought you might be dreaming something scary, that's why you freaked out when you woke up." Feli smiles softly. Luciano groans and runs a hand through his hair. He shakes off Feliciano's hand.
"Or maybe you're not used to waking up next to someone." Feliciano's innocent comment has Luciano pausing in his move to pack up his paperwork and leave. He grips the top of his chair tightly. He refuses to share a bed with anyone. To paranoid that someone would try to hurt him in his sleep. He has a hard enough time sharing a room with Flavio during meeting times. At his silence Feliciano pouts and pounces, wrapping Luciano in a hug.
"Lucianooooooooo!" Feliciano whines out. Luciano jerks away from the hold around him.
"Let me go!" he pushes at Feliciano's head, trying to get his other self off of him. It's funny he thinks, just a few days ago Feliciano wouldn't even get close to him and now he's trying to pry Feliciano off him.
"But Lucianoooo! It's not good to sleep alone!" Feliciano rubs his head closer to Luciano's arm. Eventually, after plenty of grumbling and pushing, Luciano manages to get Feliciano to let go of him. For the most part. Feliciano nabs his hand and threads their fingers together, and completely refuses to let go entirely.
"Feliciano. I have to go back to my room now. Release me." Luciano demands through clenched teeth. They walk through the hallway, fingers still laced together, despite Luciano's protesting. Feliciano refuses to let go. Feliciano shakes his head at Luciano's anger, a smile on his face and his golden eyes twinkling.
"Why not?" Luciano snaps, glaring over his shoulder at his other self who doesn't let his smile falter.
"Because I want to draw you more!" Feli bubbles out, as if the answer should have been obvious. Luciano stops in his march to face Feliciano fully.
"Draw me more?" Luciano asks in shock. Feliciano nods his head letting out a positive 'mhmm' and proceeding to be the one to drag Luciano. Luciano blinks at the back of Feliciano's head. Feliciano leads them up to the hotel and into a room. Luciano lets him take his stuff and place it aside.
"Here, sit!" Feliciano pushes him back to sit on the bed. He stands above him smiling then rushes about to get art supplies. He settles into a chair and looks at Luciano expectantly. Luciano just stares back. Feliciano scrunches up his face and stands to come closer to Luciano.
"Ah! Could you lay down and go to sleep again?"
"What." Feliciano giggles at his question. He pokes at Luciano's shoulders.
"Go back to sleep I want to draw your sleepy face again." Feliciano turns back to his easel. Luciano gulps but lays down anyway, then Feliciano's words catch up to him and he bolts up again.
"What do you mean again?" Feliciano's smile grows and waves him to lay down again. Luciano groans flopping down on the bed. It annoys him that he let Feliciano bring him here to draw him. It annoys him that Feliciano wanted to be near him. And his tie annoys him. Luciano removes the article of clothing from his being and throws it at the ground in a huff. He wonders briefly what his brother would do in this situation. After coming to the conclusion Flavio would try to make this situation more 'romantic', Luciano sighs.
Luciano doesn't want to get up off the bed. It feels more comfy than the one he had been sleeping on. He knows where he fell asleep, but he doesn't think he can handle the sight if he opens his eyes. Curiosity wins out and he peeks into the open. The room is dark, a small light from the bathroom providing any sense of visibility. Feliciano's easel sits empty, the picture of Luciano sleeping left finished on the stand. Luciano tilts his head to the left to see Feliciano sleeping soundly next to him.
Luciano scans Feliciano's face. His face has softer features than Luciano, his hair more chestnut and skin lighter. Luciano finds himself hating it. Hating the softness of the hair and the cool touch of the skin and the gold of the eyes that look at him so hopefully. He hates every bit that is a mirror and yet an opposite to himself. And most of all he hates the fact he knows he loves it all.
Perhaps it is wrong, or completely narcissistic, or even incestuous to love your other half. He's tried to talk himself out of it many times. Trying to convince himself he hates every part of Feliciano. He did when he first saw his other self, hiding behind Ludwig. It bugged him. How could he be so weak? In his efforts to dislike, he found himself disliking everyone else who pointed out Feliciano's flaws. He felt protective. It's because he is a part of me, Luciano tried to convince himself. Like a brother, but Luciano didn't feel the same about Flavio the way he felt about Feliciano.
Luciano thinks of the other nations. Most from his world are spiteful and angry, few have a soft spot for their other self. None of them love their other self the way he does, Luciano thinks. Except my maybe Oliver, the England from his world, who loves everyone.
He can admit that Feliciano is one of the most important people in his life. He doesn't like to admit it, but he can. He could never admit his feeling to Feliciano. He wouldn't accept them, and would most likely stay away from him, even more. Even more than he used to that is. Luciano hates the bubble of happiness in his chest he got from holding Feliciano's hand. He hates the bubble of happiness he feels now as Feliciano lays completely trusting right next to him.
Luciano gets off the bed as softly as he can. With his feelings making a mess of his head, he gathers his things and almost makes it to the door when he hears it.
"Luciano?" Feliciano's soft sleepy voice reaches his ears and against his better judgment, Luciano turns around to face him. Feliciano leans lazily on the bed rubbing at one of his eyes. He looks up to Luciano and smiles.
"Do you want to have dinner together tonight?" Feliciano asks in the middle of his yawn, raising both his hands in the air. Luciano blinks at him and scowls slightly.
"I guess so. Where?" at Luciano's grumbled reply, Feliciano's face lights up.
"Ah I was going to make pasta, you like pasta si?" Feliciano leans at the edge of the bed in excitement. Luciano scoffs.
"Si, but I warn you, my taste is exquisite so it better be perfect." Luciano smirks at Feliciano's dumbfounded face. Eventually Feliciano giggles, and Luciano lets himself out.
The door closes to Feliciano's room with a click. He smiles to himself. Not only did he manage to take a siesta next to Luciano, who seemed to be in a better mood after the nap, he also managed to ask him to have dinner with him later. He got to see Luciano smirk. Of course he's seen the other nation smirk, but it's usually a twisted sadistic smirk. This one had been an amused expression, it's one of the closest things Feliciano has seen to a true smile. His stomach bubbles in excitement at the thought of Luciano in casual clothing.
Feliciano jumps off the bed as Luciano's warning comes back to him. Exquisite taste. Feliciano giggles and sets off to make the best pasta he's ever made, after a quick phone call to Kiku to tell him the good news of course.
AN: It wouldn't be a true Italy fiction if there wasn't any pasta making now would it? X3
Disclaimer: Hetalia ain't no belong to me