Alrighty everyone, here's the update! Sorry it's so late, but don't worry, have some Gerita fluff! I own nothing~!


Ludwig's flight to Munich was uneventful, except for the fact that he was stuck sitting with Roderich on the plane. Roderich spent most of his flight looking green and occasionally reaching for a new doggie bag. Germany was just as beautiful as Ludwig remembered it. He felt a pang of sorrow at not being able to live there any more, but the offensive emotion dissipated when a certain Italian's head popped into his mind. He wouldn't be happy living in Germany without having Feliciano nearby.

The Beilshmidts left the airport in a record three hours after their flight before finally reaching their mansion. Opa Christoff stood on the front steps with arms open in greetings. "Welcome! I was wondering when you'd get here!" He stooped down to give his grandsons a strong, back breaking, hug.

"There was a lot of commotion at the airport, so getting through Customs was a hassle." Anne said, giving the older German a warm hug in return.

After having a large meal of wurst and potatoes, the family gathered around the giant roaring fireplace in the sitting room. It was a tradition to tell stories around Opa Christoff's fireplace, and that tradition was upheld whenever possible. Hans had just finished telling the group a tale about a boy named Johann who was a shepherd and kept shouting something about a wolf when Opa cleared his throat and turned to Ludwig.

"Tell me, Grandson. Who is this Feliciano my friend has been telling me about."

Ludwig's face changed from one of mild interest to one of utter shock faster than a blink of an eye. "How did you know?"

Opa Christoff smiled, "I may have a friend that goes by the name of Romulus Vargas…" he trailed off.

"Wait, you are telling me that you are friends with Feli's Nonno?"

"Ja. Und I hear that the two of you are quite the couple."

Ludwig looked around the room to gauge the reaction of his family members and was further surprised to see that they were all smiling at him- everyone except Roderich, he just looked bored.

"We already knew Ludi." Anne said quietly. "Roderich found some notes that you wrote with Feli und showed them to us. Don't worry though, we approve of you two."

Ludwig cleared his throat, "Oh, well. I guess that solves my fear of telling you all. I might as well add that next Saturday, Feli und I are going out on a date."

Opa Christoff patted his grandson heartily on the back, "Knock him dead Ludi, show him that Beilshmidt charm!"

The family spent the rest of their time in Germany catching up with Opa and even visiting their relatives in Switzerland and Liechtenstein.


Epilogue

The air was cold. He didn't know that Decembers in America could be so bitter; it was always balmy in the Mediterranean. Feliciano blew on his bare hands in a vain attempt to warm them back up. He looked at all the people passing by on the streets frantically Christmas shopping, keeping an eye out for a certain blond haired, blue eyed boy. He put his hands back down by his sides and was about to put them into the pockets of his dark blue winter jacket when a warm, rough hand grabbed it and held it tightly. Feliciano turned to see who was holding his hand, and was met with the sight of his handsome German boyfriend. "Ludi, you're here!" He wrapped his arms around the German's neck and held him tightly.

"Ja, Italien. I'm here." He chuckled in return. "Shall we go in?" He nodded his head in the direction of the movie theater's enterance.

"Si. Ludi, I want to see that one!" Feliciano pointed to a comedy that was popular with the kids in school, so Ludwig figured it would be a good movie to see on a first date.


They walked home in silence, the sun having disappeared long ago. The wintery wind had picked up, leaving the both of them shivering. Even though it was dreadfully cold, the two were very content. Feliciano stopped all of a sudden, pulling Ludwig to a halt as well. They stood under a streetlight that cast a warm glow on the both of them.

"Feli, is something wrong?"

"No Ludi, I just wanted to give you this." The Italian held out a package wrapped in brown paper. Ludwig wondered where he had kept it hidden. He tore back the paper and pulled out a long scarf made up of red, black, and yellow sections. "See, we match." Feliciano pulled out another scarf that had red, white, and green sections on it, and wrapped it around his neck. "Here, let me help you with that." He took the scarf from the German's hands and fastened it around his neck. "There."

Ludwig took Feliciano's hands in his own and looked into his amber eyes. "Danke Feli." He leaned forward and kissed his forehead, a promise that he would always take care of him. Kisses on his cheeks as a promise that he would always be with him. A kiss on the nose as a promise to always be his closest friend. And a kiss on the lips, a promise that Ludwig would always love Feliciano.

"Ti amo Ludi." Feliciano whispered.

"Ich liebe dich." Came the reply.

Feliciano pulled on Ludwig's hand, and they continued their silent walk home, the icy winds finally calming down, and snow beginning to fall from the sky.


So that's the end! ToT So sad! This was my first fanfic ever and even though there are things I would change now, I really wanted to put this up here not just for you all, but for myself as well. Let me know if you all want a spin off with any other paring and I'll see what I can do (no promises though!)

Thank you to my best friend and the person who made me finish this fanfic! (I don't even think you'll find it on here!) El, you are my Italy, you kept me going when I honestly wanted to stop writing this, so thank you so much!

Thank you all for following, favoriting, and reviewing this story, it has made me so happy!

Until we meet again, make pasta, not war!

-EnigmaFire