Salvami, il mio amore

by Scones Of Rage

Feliciano never really lived a normal life outside of school. He's been bullied all his life and sooner or later he just breaks- he can't seem to take it anymore. With this new German student though. Could he still learn that not everyone is bad? High School AU, Human names used. WARNING! Self-harm, mentions of Suicide, Also, thanks to Roseflame44, for helping with this!

4. Chapter 4

You know the procedure, I don't own Hetalia. TT^TT

I think my story is starting to get longer…. I'm also going to need to up this story to Rated M… so, leave if you can't handle the smexiness that is the German Sparkle Party~

Kidding~

No waitresses were hurt in the process of this fanfiction-fuck it. Yeah, a waitress was hurt. So… go eat some eggs… Voldemort eggs… Heh, I got a new game! Guess that quote! Check out the bottom for more details.

Thanks to Roseflame44 for helping me make this

Salvami, il mio amore Means; Save me, my love in Italian

Feliciano woke up with a sudden jolt; he was covered in a thin sheet of cold sweat and tears where slowly making their way from his amber eyes. He made a quick move to whip them away and the new tears that threatened to follow. His dream… it was so vivid. It felt so real to him. All the shouts and jeers, people calling him weak and useless, all the punches and kicks. The tearing of his clothing and the claws that reached into his back… he couldn't take it.

Feliciano glanced over at the other male in bed, Ludwig seemed fast asleep. His normal slicked back blonde hair was all messed up and wild and the usually frown on his face was replaced with a small, almost unnoticeable, smile.

'Just do it…. He won't notice~'

The voice in his head called out to him, slowly and quietly, he went with his conscience and carefully left the bed, hoping not to make a noise and wake the German from his peaceful sleep. He looked down the hallway, Mr. Beilschmidt wasn't awake yet and neither was Gilbert, it was only 7:30 am, why would they be awake at this ungodly hour? He made his escape into the bathroom and locked the door with a 'click,' so no one could catch in him in the dreadful act. Feliciano pulled out a thin razor from his sock, one that was wrapped up in a small piece of gauze to avoid cutting his foot. He smiled at the shiny metal, as if it could see him and smile back, "We meet again old friend…" He put his arm out on display and began his daily torture that, for some reason, he loved so much.

He hissed a little when the cold metal dug into his skin, small beads of fresh blood bubbled up from the shallow cut he had made. He grinned, a grin that shouldn't have even belonged to him for it was to crazed, but he mercilessly slashed away at his arm.

'1…3…5…7…'

He counted every cut with a smile.

Ludwig, not that Feliciano had noticed, had felt the slight shift in the mattress and the loss of heating next to him, and slowly woke up. He looked over to Feliciano's spot and noticed it was empty, he had at first woken up in the middle of the night for a piss and noticed he was sleeping next to him. Of course he was shocked out of high heavens but, he had just let the boy go and sleep, he needed it. For some reason though, he got this odd twisting in the pit of his stomach when he looked at Feliciano's spot. He stood and walked into the hallway, he had a bad feeling.

Ludwig noticed a small shine of light from under the bathroom door. 'Who could be up this early?' he asked himself. He gave the door a small knock and pressed his ear against the cold wood, waiting for a reply.

Feliciano gave a gasp and the razor slipped from his grasp, leaving a deep gash on his arm, blood pooled around the cut, dripping onto the crisp, white floor. "S-si?" He tried to mask his pain filled stutter but failed as hurriedly gathered toilet paper to clean the small bits of blood on the floor.

"Feliciano? Are you okay?" He heard Ludwig call from the other side of the door, "Can you open the door please?" He asked.

"W-what? Um… no? I'm uh, peeing!" He gave an excuse, an excuse worthy of a face palm. 'Stupid! He would never believe that!' Feliciano yelled at himself.

Ludwig was growing even more worried on the other side of the door; Feliciano had that pinch in his voice, like he was staining to say something, like he was in pain. "Feliciano… please hurry and come out here." It would make him feel a whole lot better seeing the Italian and making sure he was okay. He couldn't stand seeing his friend be sad or in pain.

"O-ok" Feliciano hurried to the sink and rinsed off his bloodied arm, he had to scrub a little bit due to the blood hardening and crusting over into the hairs on his arm. He wrapped his wrist in some gauze he found in Ludwig's bathroom and yanked down the sleeve of the shirt Ludwig had lended him to wear for the night. It was a dark blue turtle neck that was way too big for him, he practically drowned in the thing! He checked the floor once more for any blood before slipping the razor back into his sock, after wrapping it, and opening the door.

"Ciao!"

As soon as Feliciano opened the door, he was bombarded with Ludwig looking all over his person, checking to make sure he was fine. That made him feel sick, or was that just the guilt taking over?

"Come on, let's go back to sleep." He didn't sound very convinced, the faucet that Feliciano was looking pretty pale definitely didn't help ether.

"Sure!" He skipped after Ludwig back to his room, where he cuddled up to the large, intimidating German. After a few minutes of just laying there in complete silence, he asked "It's 8:43, why did we go back to bed?"

Ludwig just gave Feliciano a shrug as a response, "You looked tired, we don't have to you know… we can find something to do if you want."

"No, no. It's fine, it's just that…" He looked away with a blush, "I'm hungry…" His stomach growled loudly as if agreeing to what the Italian had said.

Ludwig sat up, pulling Feliciano with him, "Hmm, I don't think we have much here but, we can go and find someplace that serves breakfast." When he said that, Ludwig realized that he was also slightly hungry.

"Si! That would be wonderful!" He jumped up quickly from the bed and Ludwig's grasp but he wobbled slightly, feeling a little lightheaded from blood loss. He gripped the sturdy bed side table and held his spinning, throbbing, head painfully.

"Feliciano, are you okay?" Ludwig asked as he rushed towards his friend, grabbing his shoulder to keep him upright.

Feliciano nodded weakly, carful and slow to not cause his head anymore abrupt pain. "S-si… I have a horrible headache…" He lied, hopefully the German wouldn't catch up on to his lies, and he didn't want to have to explain why he kept lying.

Ludwig took his friend by the arm and carefully led him towards his large kitchen, "I think we should have some Advil around here somewhere." He was planning to keep an eye on the Italian, who looked like he was about to be sick.

On the inside, Feliciano was silently cheering to himself happily, 'He isn't suspicious…. That's a good thing.' The Advil really wouldn't help him and he knew it, he just hoped that the large cut on his arm wouldn't bleed out throughout the day. He was pretty sure it had already bled through the bandages as he could see a small blood spot growing on the shirt sleeve.

Ludwig sat Feliciano into a chair and went to find the bottle of Advil his father had recently bought when in town. It was high up in a cabinet on the bottom shelf. He poured out two of the round pills for him. "Here," He handed the Italian the pills with ease and watched as he downed them, completely forgetting water to drink them with. He had coughed a few times while trying to get them down but, somehow he managed.

"Ve! Thank you Luddy!"

"So, let's go find someplace to eat?" He said.

"Sure! You can choose, Lovino doesn't usually take me out for Breakfast so, I haven't been to a lot of different places." He looked up and smiled at his large German friend while he opened the front door, ready to leave and get some yummy, delicious food into his stomach.

Ludwig followed him outside, keeping a slow pace; he wanted to enjoy his time with Feliciano. "Well, I think there's a pancake house just down the street." He hadn't been there but he heard it was rather good.

Feliciano clapped his hands together happily, "Oh~ I love pancakes, Alfred's older brother, Matteo I think his name was, makes the best pancakes in the world-I should take you over for some someday!"

Ludwig smiled at his friend's enthusiasm. "Well, let's go then," he thought about what Feliciano had said. "I'd like that, "He started walking towards the restaurant.

Feliciano smiled and ran for the restaurant when it was suddenly spotted up a head, "Yay! Pancakes!" he cried happily, Pancakes where his favorite food, second to Pasta of course.

Not wanting to lose his best friend, he hurried his pace to keep up with Feliciano, "Slow Done Feliciano!"

Feliciano stopped and turned to Ludwig with a pout, "But Pancakes…."

"Will still be there even if we walk slowly." Ludwig finished for the Italian, chuckling at Feliciano's pout, which was very cute.

Feliciano blushed when he got ear of Ludwig's deep chuckle, so he slowed his pace into a slow walk, staying next to Ludwig. He gazed at the large building in front of him; the Pancake house was so close….

Being the kind person that Ludwig was, he walked faster so Feliciano didn't have to wait, he seemed so hungry.

The two made their way into the Pancake house and were seated by a waitress who seemed kind enough and came over to take their order.

"What would you two like to drink?" She asked them.

"I'll just have some water! What about you Ludwig?"

"I would like water as well."

"Ok!" She quickly scribbled down their orders down on a slip of paper. "I'll be right back with your drinks!" She then skipped back into the kitchen.

Feliciano just smiled as he waited for her to bring their drinks back. He swung his legs, sometimes, his foot would brush up against Ludwig's by accident, sometimes even kicking him.

Ludwig gave Feliciano a mile, he had hardly even felt the kick. "What kind of pancakes are you going to order?" He asked.

"The kind you eat," He joked before being 'serious'. "Um… Chocolate Chip, I think. I mean, it sounds good."

Ludwig laughed at the Italians joke, "Good choice. I'm thinking about getting the blueberry ones." He said after setting his menu down.

"Mn~ those sound good to!" The waitress brought their waters over, each looking fine with little drops of precipitation dripping down the sides.

"So! Are you two gentlemen ready to order?" She asked while picking up the discarded menus.

"Yup! I'll have the Chocolate Chip Pancakes please, Bella!"

She scribbled down the order for Feliciano and then turned to Ludwig. "And what about you, Hot-stuff?"

Ludwig's entire face turned red at what the waitress called him. 'Hot-Stuff? Who calls people that now a days?' he yelled in his mind. On the outside though he just said, "I'll just have the Blueberry Pancakes please."

"Ok!" before she left, she sent Ludwig a flirty wink and a cute, seductive smile that said, 'Come get me Tiger, Rawr~'

Feliciano, being the observant Italian he was, noticed this and scowled at his water, as if trying to burn holes in the poor defenseless glass cup.

Ludwig caught Feliciano's intense glare, "Well…" He coughed a little to break the odd tension. "She was a little over friendly…" He hoped that his comment would calm the Italian down. He didn't really mind that she flirted with him but, he didn't really like how his friend got all riled up.

"Mn…" A deep growl escaped his throat, "A 'little'? She was flat out fucking flirting with you!" He hissed, his voice definitely betrayed him; the jealousy seeped from him in waves.

"Yes, it is very annoying, isn't it?" Ludwig stated. "I wouldn't worry about it much though," He leaned forward slightly to whisper very nervously, "I'm don't like really like women…" Feliciano was the first person he told that to. 'Why did I say that!' he yelled at himself, 'He'll hate me now!'

Feliciano was sent out of his jealous rage quickly and his face morphed into one of complete and utter shock, "Really?" He asked, it's not like he had a problem with that, no, no problem with that at all! "That's good…" He said after a moment of silence. "That means I don't have to share you…" He whispered quietly. Nobody really knew, besides his brother of course, but Feliciano was really selfish and greedy when it came to love, it wasn't really his fault, he grew up with a bastard of a brother who's only ever had one boyfriend.

Ludwig's face grew hot, but he still smiled. He thought it was endearing that Feliciano was so possessive of him. It made him warm on the inside. "Well, okay, as long as I can have you to myself." He grunted out, trying to hide his blush.

Feliciano blushed, 'I said that out loud?' He looked away, "Find… I'm alright with that, as long as it's you, Luddy." He gave a nice, one million watt smile. Feliciano glanced over at the waitress, who was caring two plates of pancakes.

Feliciano noticed the look of pure rage on her face though. As she set down Feliciano's Chocolate Chip Pancakes, the plate knocked up against the cup of crystal clear water. It spilled all over the Italian, who gasped in complete, utter shock.

Ludwig had sprung to his feet to help Feliciano, but paused for a quick moment to glare daggers at the waitress. He leaned over so only Feliciano could hear as he wiped his shirt, "I'll talk to the manager. She won't get off that easy." He knew exactly that it wasn't an accident; she was just being a total bitch.

Feliciano gave a slight curse, which was rare with him, and attempted to wipe off his shirt with Ludwig. "Ok, I really need to go to the restroom and dry this off" He stood from his seat and headed for the bathroom.

Ludwig nodded in agreement and headed off to find the manager of the Pancake house so he could inform him of the horribly tempered waitress. He, after a while of searching, had found the manager. He was a plump man, short and had greasy slicked back black hair. He quietly told him what the waitress had did and the man did not seem too pleased with the waitress and her actions. After a long, heated conversation with the man, Ludwig went to check up on his little Italian.

Mean while, Feliciano had walked into the restroom and he checked the stalls, empty. He smiled happily and locked the door before he stepped in front of the mirror and slipping off the over sized turtle neck. The sleeves rubbed uncomfortably against his crappy bandage work but, he silently dismissed it. He held the shirt under the hand dryer and he made an attempt to dry off the lovely shirt laced in Ludwig's every essence.

After awhile of just standing there, he realized that the shirt wasn't drying as quickly as he would have hoped. He groaned and rested his head against the shiny, white tiled wall. He checked his cuts, which had seemed to finally stop bleeding. Feliciano stared a little longer before wrapping it up once more, the wrapping wasn't all that good though.

Feliciano heard the door knob wriggle, "Feliciano, how's it going in there?" Ludwig's voice made its way in through the door.

"Perfectly fine, Ludwig!" He called loudly due to the drier being on. "I'm just drying your shirt!" He assured the male.

"Okay," He heard Ludwig's footsteps become quiet as he most likely walked back to their seats.

'He's probably waiting for me, oh, I'm a horrible date!' Feliciano huffed in his mind. After checking the shirt, he realized it had finally dried. He shimmied into the shirt but found out something shocking. "The shirt! It shrank…" It now fit him better, it was tighter around his arms and it fit snugly against his small waist. It wasn't too tight but it wasn't as baggy as it had been on him before. The only bad thing was that now his bandages could be seen bulging out from the shirts sleeves. It wasn't that bad, just a raised section on his arm where the gauze was located. Feliciano sighed but left the bathroom, tugging at the sleeve, trying to hide it. He sat down across from Ludwig in the booth and eyed the perfect Chocolate Chip pancakes that were waiting for him.

'They look so good!'

Ludwig unconsciously smiled at seeing his little Italian, the spot on the shirt had dried but Ludwig noticed a small lump under the shirts sleeve. 'I better not say anything, I don't want to ruin his mood even more,' He decided, well, he won't question him now, maybe later.

After taking a few bites of his own pancakes, he noticed that Ludwig still had yet to touch his, he just stared off into space. "Ve? Aren't you eating, Luddy?" He asked the blonde German.

"Hmm… Oh, yes, I was just thinking, that's all." This was true, he had been thinking but it was more about what the lump could be and just a tiny nit about whether or not he should order something for his older brother.

Feliciano grinned, "About…?" He trailed on. His heart fluttered a little bit inside of his rib cage as he looked at Ludwig's ocean blue eyes.

"Oh, nothing really. Just personal things-how are your pancakes?" He quickly decided to ditch the topic and start a new one.

"They're awesome!" He laughed before leaning back into the leather booth set and patting his stomach happily, his plate was completely empty, not even a crumb was left. "I'm full now~" He sighed in content.

Ludwig smiled, "Well, what do you want to do now?" He had already ordered pancakes to go for his annoying brother and paid. The two left the restaurant happy and content with full stomachs.

"Well, we should probably bring those to your brother," He shuttered at the thought of the silver haired, Albino. "Then we can…. Go to my place, or the park. It doesn't really matter" He said quietly as they walked along the paved road.

"How about your house first, I'd like to see your home and this cat you seem to love so much," He said, "And then we can go to the park is you wish."

Feliciano smiled, "Ok! You'll just love my little Pookie! Oh, and maybe Grandpa and Lovino will be there when we arrive!" His face fell, "Actually, I hope they aren't there, they'll maul you to death." He realized.

"It's not really a big deal if they are, I mean, they can't really be that bad." Ludwig smiled, 'I've been doing this a lot, haven't I?' He asked himself. Smiling. He'd definitely done more of that ever since he met his little Feli.

Feliciano nodded before he stopped mid-step. He turned to Ludwig, "I like it when you smile." He said, "You should really do it more often."

"Well," Ludwig started, "You're the reason why I'm smiling. I don't usually smile but, for some reason, whenever I'm around you, I just get really happy" He felt so stupid for saying that, 'He must think I'm some kind of sissy girl now…'

"Well then," Feliciano jumped, "I'll just have to hand out with you more often than!" Feliciano laughed loudly and hugged Ludwig around the shoulders. "Ve~ Ludwig smells really nice…" Feliciano buried his nose into the crook of Ludwig's neck and breathed in the sweet scent of wurst, dogs, and fresh pancakes.

Ludwig blushed and awkwardly hugged the Italian back, he placed his chin on top of Feliciano's head, slowly, ever so slowly, he was relaxing into the sweet embrace.

"Can… can we stay like this for a little?" He asked. For some reason, being near Ludwig, even in his arms, made him feel safe. Like nothing can hurt him or cause him to hurt himself.

"Sure Feliciano." He was enjoying holding Feliciano in his arms, and since he was so close the bubbly Italian, he could smell spices and pasta, although that wasn't so surprising.

'He smells wonderful.'

Feliciano hadn't ever hugged someone so… passionately, before. It felt oddly nice. No one, no matter who they were, had been so kind to him. His grip tightened as small tears formed in his eyes, he tried to force them back, like he would usually do. His heart fluttered and his cheeks became a bright red color… was he… was he in love?

Ludwig had been holding onto Feliciano, never wanting to let the smaller, yet older, male go. He wanted to protect him and keep him safe from the cruelty of the world. He glanced down and saw tears in his honey brown eyes.

Feliciano sniffed, trying to keep the snot in and off of Ludwig's shirt. "S-si…" A few tears had escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. "L-Ludwig?"

"Yes Feliciano?" He asked quietly s he carefully brushed the tears away from the teens reddening eyes.

He leaned into Ludwig's touch and gulped, "I… I think I love you…" He whispered quietly.

Ludwig was shocked but he didn't hesitate at any moment to say, "I think I might be in love with you too." He was very nervous, he had never really like someone like this before, sure he loved his Vatter and Brother but, this was way different.

Feliciano took the risk and stood on his tippy toes and kissed Ludwig on the lips. Ludwig had kissed back happily, loving the soft feeling of Feliciano's wet lips. The Italian pushed back harder onto Ludwig's and nipped at his chapped lips, trying to gain the upper hand in this war. Ludwig had been surprised by Feliciano's fierceness, but he didn't want to be outdone. He ran a tongue across Feliciano's bottom lip, His fingers skittered down and jabbed him in the stomach, making Feliciano gasp.

Ludwig took this as his chance to explore Feliciano's wet cavern, his and the brunettes tongues twisting and turned together.

Feliciano slowly pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting the two together. His breath came out in small asps as he made an attempt to catch his quickened breath. He noticed that Ludwig was panting to, he was slightly dizzy, but with happiness. He smiled softly at Feliciano.

Feliciano laughed and wrapped his thin arms around Ludwig once more, his entire body racking with sobs. "I'm so happy… Mio Due… I'm so happy!"

Ludwig just continued to smile warmly s his arms curled around the Italian's smooth waist, "I'm happy to have fallen in love with someone like you. You're sweet and Perfect, everything I could ever need, Feli."

"G-grazie, Ludwig… Ti amo"

"Ich leibe dich auch, Feliciano"

So Cute~~~~~~~

Well, back to that lovely game called;

Guess that Quote!

I fixed the quote up and got it straight from the story. It's one of my favorite stories with about 53 chapters and around 2,000 + reviews.

I'll give a hint, if what I just said didn't help; it's not Hetalia at all. Good luck searching!

"Winter break of freshmen year sucked eggs. Voldemort's eggs. That's extra suckish. My parents were hit and killed by a drunk driver on their way back from a Christmas party. I spent New Year's Eve at a graveyard"

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