GerIta. Hetaverse. Fluff. Written for the 100 themes challenge: Heaven.
Ludwig didn't think he was going to heaven; in fact, he doubted any nation could or would reach that sort of eternal rest. However, as he lay beside Feliciano, sharing tentative body heat and listening to the icy wind moaning past his bedroom window, he couldn't help but feel at peace. Closing his eyes, he shyly brought the Italian closer to his chest.
"Germany?" Feliciano murmured into his side, smacking his lips sleepily. "You're nice 'n' warm today."
"Er… danke."
Throwing his slim arms around the blonde, he nuzzled into Ludwig's thick neck. "Mm… you're being cuddly this morning…"
If the German could've spoken, he might've pointed out that it was cold outside and he didn't want his… his friend to get sick, but the words failed on his tongue. Something about Feliciano made his systematic brain feel as though it had been struck by a computer virus.
Finally, he drew a broad arm around the Italian's shoulders. Hesitating lips found Feliciano's forehead and pressed firmly against it in a quick, almost guilty, kiss. Again, all words were lost, and Ludwig's bashful gaze was dashed to the floor.
The unwieldy silence dissolved as the brunet giggled. Cupping the stern nation's face in his hands, Feliciano returned the kiss.
"I love you, too, Germany." He whispered, soft lips brushing his partner's pale ear, setting it ablaze.
As he lay beside Feliciano, Ludwig decided that even if he never went to heaven, living like this would be good enough for him.