A/N: After the page cut, listen to this: (Without spaces.) h t t p : / / w w w . y o u t u b e . c o m / w a t c h ? v = M S K J y n Y J O 2 Y ALSO, DUNN JUDGE ME!

"So Ludwig-san isn't coming to school again today?" Kiku asked in his usual, indifferent tone.

"I guess not." Feliciano said with a sad smile. "I hope he gets better soon. He would hate being behind on his work." The last class of the day had just ended, and Kiku was helping Feliciano organize his locker and keeping him company.

"Hai, that's for sure." Kiku mumbled as he rummaged through the messy contents of Feliciano's locker. "Why do you have uncooked pasta in here?"

"You never know when you'll need pasta!" Feliciano said happily.

"…Right." Kiku placed the pasta back in his locker reluctantly. "Feliciano-kun, what is wrong?"

"Eh? I didn't say I was sad…" Feliciano replied.

"I am very good at reading the mood. Something is troubling you." Kiku pulled out some old homework assignments and threw them away.

"Ve…" Feliciano looked down sadly, his usual dorky grin turning into a frown. "I'm really worried about Luddy."

"Didn't you say he had a cold?"

"Uh-huh. But that's not true."

"Then what did happen, Feliciano-kun?"

"I… can't tell you." Feliciano said nervously. "Let's just say… I hurt him. I made him remember something that he shouldn't have and now, according to Elizabeta, he won't even get out of bed. I'm… I'm scared for him… ve."

"Feliciano…" It was the first time Kiku had ever said his name by itself. "I'm sure Ludwig-san will be alright."

"Y-you think so?" Feliciano began to cry, but Kiku was used to it; after all, it wasn't an unusual sight.

"Of course. From what I've seen, Ludwig-san is incredibly strong. Besides, I know you, Feliciano-kun. You couldn't hurt someone even if you wanted to."

"I guess so… but-"

"FELICIANO!" The sudden and loud interruption shocked them both and caused Kiku to knock the contents of Feliciano's locker all over the floor.

"Dang it! Now I have to start all over!" Kiku complained.

"Luddy?" Feliciano asked, ignoring him. "Are you okay?" Though Feliciano would never tell him, Ludwig looked like a mess. His hair wasn't pulled back as it usually was, and his bangs draped over his face. He wasn't in his school uniform; instead, he wore a white T-shirt and some cargo pants that had obviously been put on in a rush. His face was red and he was panting, an obvious sign that he had run all the way here. He didn't respond to Feliciano, but instead walked forward and hugged the Italian tightly.

"I mean, really! Did you have to scare us like that, Ludwig-sa-" The moment Kiku turned and looked at them, his face grew red with embarrassment. "Oh…my stomach…" Kiku bent over and hugged his stomach, then ran awkwardly away from them.

"Ve… you made Kiku run away." Feliciano giggled.

"Ja, I know." Ludwig squeezed Feliciano's slender body tightly.

"L-luddy? Ve, that kinda hurts…"

"Sorry." Ludwig loosened his arms but didn't let go of him.

"Luddy, what are you doing here?" Feliciano asked again, pushing away from him.

"I… I missed you." Ludwig replied. His face was enveloped in red, something Feliciano hadn't seen before.

"Ve, your face is red. Do you have a cold?"

"I'm fine!" Ludwig shouted, obviously flustered.

"Ahh! Okay, I'm sorry! Ve!"

"I didn't mean to upset you! …Dammit!" Ludwig muttered, frustrated. "I came here to say I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"For everything. The scar I gave you and the pain I must have caused you… You've never gotten over me, have you?"

"…No." Feliciano shook his head. "I missed you every time you went home. And after the incident… I missed you so much I couldn't bear it. When I started getting boy's clothes, I was afraid you wouldn't recognize me. And everyday, I was hoping you would remember what we had as kids… But now you're back and…" Feliciano was interrupted by Ludwig grabbing him suddenly and locking their lips together gently. He pulled the Italian closer to him again as they deepened the kiss.

Ludwig finally broke the kiss, and for the first time ever, Feliciano was at a loss for words.

"Feliciano, I love you." Ludwig said. "I loved you as a child, and I love you now. And even during the time where I had forgotten about you… I think I still loved you in my subconscious."

"Luddy!" Feliciano cried. He ran forward and hugged Ludwig again and cried softly into his shoulder. "I've been waiting for you to say that for so long! I love you too, Luddy! So much!"

"I'm glad…" Ludwig said, smiling. He hadn't expected Feliciano to be this emotional about it. "Don't cry, it's alright, calm down." Ludwig softly grabbed Feliciano's chin and pulled him into another, long kiss. They both closed their eyes and savored the moment until…

Click

They both looked up to see what the source of the noise was. Kiku had come up behind them silently and had taken a picture of them kissing. He stared back at them both with his usual emotionless gaze and held the camera up.

"I bet the others will like to see this." He said as he slowly walked away.

"Kiku, you better give me that camera or I swear I'll kill you!" Ludwig screamed.

"I think Francis-san will like it the most."

"Don't you dare show it to that French bastard!" Ludwig chased Kiku down the hallway and yelled as Feliciano sat back and watched, smiling a bit brighter than usual.

The news of Feliciano and Ludwig darting spread quickly throughout the school, mostly thanks to Kiku, who showed Francis the picture, and Antonio, who felt it necessary to tell every person that he could about them. Feliciano didn't mind, of course, but eventually he got over the embarrassment and felt comfortable holding Feliciano's hand in the hallways.

Time passed, and summer soon came. School ended, but not much changed. Feliciano continued coming over to Ludwig's everyday to hang out. Elizabeta didn't and mind and said they were cute together, but Roderich said that if he heard anything coming from Ludwig's bedroom, he'd throw a piano at them both.

One particularly warm day, Ludwig and Feliciano were sitting alone in the fields and Feliciano was trying to teach him how to paint. Once again, Ludwig was doing horribly. Ludwig began to argue that this was pointless, to which Feliciano began crying. Luckily, Elizabeta walk towards them to end the dispute.

"Guys, guys, calm down." Elizabeta said with her usual, cheerful smile.

"Ve… Elizabeta, why are you wearing black?" Feliciano questioned.

"Roderich and I decided to visit an old friend." She gazed at Ludwig seriously. "I was wondering… if you'd like to come along."

"Of course. Let me change." Ludwig grabbed Feliciano's hand. "You should change too. You're covered in paint." Ludwig dragged him upstairs where they both changed into black clothing. Without another word, Roderich drove all four of them to the cemetery, but not before stopping by a flower shop.

Gilbert's grave was in the back of the cemetery, in a large area surrounded by long, green grass and patches of wild flowers that grew here and there. It was a large, white tombstone with garish designs of crosses and birds on it, and in the middle it had a few words printed on it in large, fancy writing.

Gilbert Beilschmidt. Amazing Friend, Loving Brother, and an Awesome Person.

"Wow… it's huge." Ludwig commented.

"Only the best for the awesome." Elizabeta explained. "He wouldn't have settled for anything less."

"I can imagine." Ludwig said, smiling sadly.

"Ve, why did you decide to come visit Gilbert today?" Feliciano asked.

"Well, his birthday was in the winter… and so was the day he died. He would prefer us coming to see him when it was bright and sunny out; just the way he liked it." Elizabeta said. Without anything else to say, everyone put their flowers down on the grave stone. Roderich had brought a bouquet of edelweiss, his favorite flower. Elizabeta brought white, red, pink and yellow roses. Feliciano brought a bouquet of daisies, and Ludwig stood alone with his hands in his pocket.

"Uh… do you guys mind giving me a second alone?" Ludwig asked sheepishly.

"Sure. We understand." Roderich replied, a rare smile on his face. "We'll be by the car." He reached for Elizabeta's hand, but Feliciano beat him to it. All three of them walked away, Feliciano and Elizabeta making small talk while Roderich walked a few paces behind them, sulking.

"Bruder…" Ludwig sat down in front of the grave. "Sorry I didn't give you any flowers. But I don't think you care for girly things like that." He sighed. "I have so much I want to say to you. And I know you can't hear me but… I might as well give it a shot. I'm really sorry about the past. If I could go back and save you, I would. But now isn't the time for what ifs, is it? Back then, I considered it my fault that you died but, in reality, you only did it to protect me. So all I can say is… thank you. Though I don't always show it, I'm really happy. And I couldn't be this happy if it weren't for you. It's because of you that I got the inspiration to live on and eventually…" he blushed. "eventually tell Feliciano that I loved him. So thank you, bruder. Thank you for the life you helped me live." Ludwig pulled out the cross necklace from his pocket, and gently draped it over the grave. "All those years ago, you gave this to me so that I could tell Feliciano that I loved him. And I… don't need it anymore. I won't forget everything you've done for me because… you're an awesome bruder." Ludwig sighed with content and got up. Immediately he was hugged from behind by Feliciano.

"Feliciano? What are you doing here?" Ludwig shouted in surprise.

"Ve! I got separated from Elizabeta and Roderich! I'm scared, ve!" Feliciano whined. "And cemeteries are scary!"

"Alright, alright, I'll take you back to them." Ludwig replied as he grabbed Feliciano's hand.

"Thanks, Luddy! But first…" Feliciano gave Ludwig a small kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too." Ludwig smiled and led him away, a wide smile on his face that was likely to stay for a long time.

A/N: Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this story because this is... the end. But don't worry! I plan to write a Spamano next! As usual, thanks to all of you who favorited and reviewed this story! Also, sorry for the long wait, but I was in Florida. IT. WAS. HOT. It seems that no matter what story of mine he is in, Japan is trolling. Ah, well. We all like him that way. But anywho, it's 3:30 in the morning, and I need some freaking sleep. I hope you all enjoyed it, and au revoir!