A/N:Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for the reviews, follows, and favs! It means so much to me! You guys are the best! I know I forgot the translations for the German and Italian that was used. Ok so, this chapter will start a bit before Arthur's party, and will have some FrUk once it gets further into the story. I decided to make Canada x America and Russia x China the official side pairings. Also a warning, Russia and China has a baby! Chi-chi is the mommy! Oh and, for that first chapter was Germy's POV, but it's gonna be no one's POV unless I say other wise! And WARNING: Lime is ahead(I think you can call it that...)!
China: WHAT, ARU?! I have a child, aru?!
Oh shush. You love Russy! Now do the disclaimer!
Disclaimer:*sigh* Ms. TavvyTaurus doesn't own Hetalia:Axis powers, World Series, Beautiful world, or Hetalia characters. But I know she wished she did, aru.
Thank you, Chi-chi! And remember, shine bright like a Doitsu, Aru!
Alfred checked his watch constantly, waiting until five forty-seven. That's when Francis would arrive with his brother, Arthur. Today was his birthday, he was going to be another year older! If a regular human were to look at him, they'd think he was twenty or thirty. But in reality, Arthur was over one-hundred years old, due to being a nation.
By now, everyone was already messing with the drinks and food. It was mostly Gilbert replacing the soft drinks with beer, but a few others were helping. Everyone was preparing for Arthur and Francis to walk into the front doors of Antonio's and Lovino's home. And a particular Italian was complaining.
"Ve. Doitsu, where are they?" Feliciano cried.
"Soon, Feli." *sigh* "Why are you so antsy?"
"Ve!I want some of big brother Antonio's tomato! He makes the best sauce for pasta!" Feliciano was now tugging on Ludwig's sleeve and whining. Ludwig blushed lightly from embarrassment.
"Feli, please stop. Bitte." Ludwig whispered sternly. Feliciano stopped.
"Ve. Sorry Doitsu."
"It's okay, Feli."
Things were now quiet, except the occasional tapping, chatting, and baby noise from little Alexander, Yao's and Ivan's son. Alexander was there because no one would baby sit for them. They were gonna go home after wishing Arthur another happy birthday for hundredth time that day.
Seven minuets pass by. Everyone was getting tired of waiting, especially Feliciano. He wanted to start the party already.
"Ve. Doitsu, whe-" Feliciano was cut off mid sentence by the front doors being crashed open.
"Get off me, you bloody frog!" An angry Brit said. The "frog" was currently dragging the British man through the door.
"Would you calm down, you damn former-"
"Hey! Could you not curse! There is a little one in the room, aru!"
"Sorry Yao. It was my mistake." The Frenchman apologized.
Yao and Ivan wished another happy birthday to Arthur, then took their sleepy one year old home. As soon as they left, the party started. Antonio, Ludwig, Arthur, and Gilbert instantly started drinking (ok ok. I lie. Gilbert was drinking before everyone was even there). Feliciano was making sure Kiku wasn't "under age drinking." Ah. The same old antics of the nations.
After awhile, there were a bunch of drunks out and about. Almost everyone was drunk! Especially a certain blue eyed German man.
"H-hey-" *hic* "Fahren Sie L-wir wieder nach Hause." *hic* "T-ans Bett. Ja. Feli, komm." Ludwig said, very loudly. He was leaning on Feliciano's shoulders, laughing and hic-upping. Feliciano's face was flushed a deep pinkish-red, looking embarrassed.
"D-Doitsu. Per vavore. Luddy, sei ubriaco. Non sai che cosa il vostro parlare. P-please get off me. Your a little too heavy. Ve." Feliciano cried. Ludwig grabbed Feliciano's hand, and began dragging him towards a guest bedroom. Feliciano was only slightly drunk, so he knew what was going on.
"D-Doitsu. We shouldn't go in he-" Feliciano was stopped mid-sentence by two soft pale lips being crashed against his. He tasted beer, but didn't care. His brown eyes went wide, then closed. He kissed backed, passionately, while Ludwig deepened the kiss.
They finally entered the room, Ludwig shutting and locking the door. The two men were still kissing, barely getting oxygen. The German man threw the smaller nation onto the nicely made bed. He was now kissing his partner's neck, soft "ve's" and moans escaping Feliciano's mouth. Ludwig went for his curl, rapping his strong hands around it, and lightly tugging. Feliciano's moans grew louder. Almost the same volume as Alfred's music.
Ludwig soon moved to Feliciano's shirt, delicately unbuttoning it and taking it off. Feliciano began to do the same with Ludwig's. Beads of sweat was running down both of their foreheads already. Moans became louder.
There motions were in beat with "Monster (Skillet band version)". Soon shoes, pants, boxers, and socks were thrown all over the place. Ludwig whispered in Feliciano's ear. Honey seemed to drop from his voice saying, "Ich liebe dich, Feli. Ich liebe dich sehr. Tu mir doch einen gefallen."
"Sì. Cos'è..."
"Call my name..."
"Ludwig..."
"L-louder."
"Ludwig."(A/N: I'm stopping it here. Sorry. But I'm gonna try writing a lemon version for my sick and twisted friend. If you want to read it, just tell.)
*Hetalia*
The next morning, Ludwig woke up next to Feliciano like usual. But, something was off...wait. 'No pants? No shirt? No...Fuck. I-I-Shit. Mein Gott. Ve did...oh my god!' Ludwig panicked. He jumped out bed to see Feliciano in the same state. Completely naked. But he had a smile plastered on his face. Maybe he had fun last night?(A/N:I couldn't type that with a straight face! It was too funny not to laugh!)
"L-Luddy?" Feliciano cracked open his eyes and sat up.
"Uh...F-Feli. Guten morgen. Oh...um..." Feliciano was staring at his naked body, blushing deeply. Ludwig grabbed his pants and shirt that was flung across the room. Feliciano did the same. For a while, there was an awkward silence. That is, until someone knocked on the door.
"Hey! Who the hell is in here! Hello! Open up, bastards!" They screamed. Feliciano opened up the door, and was face to face with is twin brother, Lovino Romano Vargas.
"What the-why are you locked in a room with that potato bastard! Wait...OH GOD! What the hell happened to the b-I-I don't want to know. Just...just take the sheets. We don't want them anymore. And the pillows and blanket. Actually, take the whole bed." Lovino was close to gagging at the sight of the messy bed and appearance of the two men. The whole time Lovino was ranting, Feliciano and Ludwig were blushing like mad.
After cleaning up the mess in the room, Ludwig and Feliciano went down stairs. They were shocked to find everyone from the party (Well, all who stayed and didn't wander around the neighbor hood while drunk). They all stared at them, a shocked expression on their faces. Once again, for the millionth time that morning, they both blushed.
"Um..." Ludwig couldn't get a word out. The bump in his throat was blocking the words.
"You two are finally an item." Someone, most likely Francis, spoke up.
"Um...v-ve...um..."
"HOW DARE YOU LET THAT POTATO BASTARDO GET TO YOU!" Lovin spat.
"M-me and Doitsu have been dating for a while, fratello. Sorry for not telling you." Feliciano mumbled. Lovino's eyes grew wider and his anger doubled, no, quadrupled! Before anyone knew it, Antonio and Greece were trying to hold the furious Italian back.
"S-stop! Fratello! Please stop! Fermata! Per vavore non male Doitsu! Si prega di fratello." Feliciano cried. Lovino stopped. He still had an angry expression, but he was calmer.
"Listen potato bastard. If you hurt my little brother, you aren't going to be able to feel your crotch for a million years. Ya got that, bastard." Ludwig nodded. He knew Lovino won't do that. He was too weak.
After the threat, the two went home. And after some more bickering, they brought home the sheets, pillows, and blankets they disheavled. Feliciano threw them in the washer, while Ludwig sat on the couch.
"I can't believe ve did...THAT!" Ludwig exclaimed. Feliciano joined him on the couch, cuddling up to him.
"Ve! But Doitsu, I did kinda li-"
"VHAT!"
"Hey, it felt good to me. You might not remember it because you were drunk. But I wasn't. I was completely sober! Ve!"
With that, the two lovers went about their day (after taking showers of course).
**Two weeks later-Thursday**
5:30 A.M.
Feliciano lies cuddled up next to Ludwig. A bright smile plastered on his soft pale face. Peacefully sleeping and dreaming with his one and only love. The reddish-brunette (I guess that's how it's explained?) was breathing softly and smoothly. Until he shot up and ran out of the room like a rocket. Feliciano headed towards the bathroom, banging the door closed tight.
Everything he ate the day before was now in the toilet. 'Maybe the wurst Ludwig made was exp-' His thoughts were interrupted by another wave of nausea. He emptied his stomach's contents in the toilet for the second time in only three minuets. Feliciano's retching was loud. Loud enough for a blue eyed blond German to hear.
Ludwig got up from his spot in bed, a worried look painted on his face. Ludwig approached the washroom door, and knocked.
"Feli. Are you okay in there?" He called though the door. No response. He asked again, but got a vomiting sound instead. "Feli, I'm coming in. Okay?" Not a sound. Not even a "ve" from the small nation. As Ludwig opened up, another nausea trip overcame Feliciano. Ludwig's expression changed from worried to panic.
"F-Feliciano! Are you okay? Vhats vrong?" Feliciano flushed the commode and looked up. He hadn't said a word. Feliciano's beautiful brown eyes said all the words for him. He was in panic, worried, and most of all, scared. "D-Doitsu. What if...what if I'm sick. Doitsu? Or what if..." Tears were streaming down from the boy's cheeks, fearing for the worst.
"Feli. When did this start?" Ludwig simply asked. "A few minuets a-" feliciano was cut off by what feels like the thousandth time leaning over the toilet, spilling his guts out.
"Okay. Ich nehme dich an die Ärzte, wenn Sie sich besser fühlen." Ludwig was rubbing circles in Feliciano's back, trying to comfort the Italian. There was no arguing from the small man.
After about twenty or so minuets, Feliciano stopped puking. He was back to his happy, hyper, and positive self. But something was off. Ludwig was making two plates of breakfast while Feliciano lay on the couch. The Italian was occupying himself with the ca that seemed to follow him around a lot. He was holding the cat up in the chanting, "Ve! Gattino carino. Ve! Ve! Gattino carino." Feliciano laughed as if he never got sick earlier. He put the cat down on his chest. "Ve. Doitsu. Is breakfast ready? I'm starving."
"I wouldn't blame you for being so hungry. You just emptied out your stomach of all the food you ate last night. Here you go." Ludwig handed the plate of eggs, bacon, toast, and wurst to the starving Italian. Said Italian happily took the plate and stuffed every piece in his mouth.
"Slow down or you might end up in the bathroom again later."
"Ve. But I'm really hungry, Doitsu. Can I have some more?" Feliciano held out his empty plate to his German lover. The blond man sighed.
"Fine, but after this plate, that is it. No more for you. And then ve're going to doctors." Feliciano nodded in agreement. Ludwig got up and fixed another plate for his love. 'Since a few days ago, Feli has had an increased appetite. Vhat's vrong vith him?'
Feliciano and Ludwig finished their breakfast and got ready for the doctors. Feliciano was wearing a white polo and some blue denim jeans. Ludwig was wearing his usual. A boring old uniform. They got into Ludwig's car and set off to the doctors.
**AT THE DOCS MOTHER FRICKER**
Feliciano and Ludwig were at he reception desk, getting checked in. A female brunette nurse asked for Feliciano's name and birthdate. He told her his name and quickly made up a date. The nurse told them to wait in the waiting room. To keep Feliciano busy, Ludwig gave him his iPhone to play on, while he "read" a parenting 101 magazine. In reality, he was watching Feliciano play "Nyan Cat lost in space." After a bit of crying and fusing (because Feliciano kept messing up and couldn't make Nyan pasta cat), a tall male nurse called his name. He got up from his seat, and looked back at Ludwig.
"Doitsu. Can...can you come with me? Ve?" Feliciano pleaded Ludwig.
Ludwig sighed and smiled up at his Italian lover. "Ja, Feli." With that, they both followed the man to their room to further wait for the doctor. The room was silent. You could hear a pin drop.
"Doitsu?" Feliciano broke the silence.
"Yes? What is it?" Ludwig asked softly.
"Is everything going to be okay? What if I'm sick because of economy problems in my country or I'm going to dis-"
"Feli. That's not happening. I'm sure it's just the stomach flu, or you ate something bad. Okay?"
"Va bene."
After another few minuets of silence, a knock at the door was heard. Then it opened. A grading-blond haired man in a white coat, maybe around his forties or fifties. "Hallo und guten tag. My name is Doctor Bachmeier. So who here is the patient?" Doctor Bachmeier walked over to his rolling chair and sat down. "Io sono, Mr. Doctor. Feliciano Vargas."
"Alright then, Mr. Vargas. What seems to be the problem?"
"Ve. I threw up a lot this morning for no reason." The doctor looked at his clip board.
"Mm. Any other problems?"
"Feli has had a bigger appetite." Ludwig added.
"When did that start? The increased diet." Doctor Bachmeier scribbled something down, not looking up.
"Monday morning."
"Alright. Mm. I need you take a few tests for me, Mr. Vargas."
"W-what kind of tests? Ve?"
"I need a urine sample and blood s-"
N-no! Nessun ago! Ti prego, signor dottore! Nessun ago!" Feliciano jumped into Ludwig's lap, screaming like someone was trying to kill him.
*Hetalia*
"Sorry, Mr. Doctor. I didn't mean to kick you i-"
"It's...it's okay Mr. Vargas. I'm...I'm fine." Doctor Bachmeier was limping over to his chair, a few tears on his cheek due to the pain. The urine sample wasn't tough to get. It was really easy. But not the blood sample. To get the blood sample, Ludwig had to bribe him with pasta and a visit to the pet store to see the kittens. But, there were a few complications.
"A-alright. I will call you to let you know I have the results. And by the way, I know it's not a economical problem of any sort. You don't have to worry about that." He didn't look up from his clip board, it's like he's glued to it.
"Vhat! Ho-" Ludwig started but was interrupted.
"Mr. Beilschmidt, I know that the both of you are nations. There is at least five doctors in each hospital in every country who know your identity. Even some nurses know. We were sent by the government to make sure no one learned who you are, and to make sure your healthy. Okay. I have another appointment on a few, so auf weidersehen. Sehe dich morgen."
*Hetalia*
A/N: that is all I'm writing for this chapter. Sorry if you don't like the ending, but I couldn't think of how to end it. Unless I say "And that is how this pair of underwear became significant!" then that'd be an AWESOME ending! Anyway, I might not update for a while due to bringing my grades up, Color guard, all that stuff. Well, review and do all the good stuff! And again, thanks for those wonderful reviews! }:)
TRANSLATIONS:
Bitte.- Please
Fahren sei l-wir wieder nach hause. T-ans bett. Ja. Feli, komm.- L-let's go back home. T-to the bed. Yeah. Feli, come on.
Per vavore. Luddy, sei ubriacn. Non sai che cosa il vostro parlare.- Please. Luddy, you are drunk. You don't know what your talking about.
Ich leibe dich, Feli. Ich leibe sehr. Tu mir doch einen gefallen.- I love you, Feli. I love you a lot. Do me a favor.
Sì. Cos'è...- Yes. What is it...
Guten morgen.- Good morning.
Ich nehme an die Ärzte, wenn Sie sich besser fühlen.- I'm taking you to the doctors when you feel better.
Ve! Gattino carino. Ve! Ve! Gattino carino.- Ve! Cute kitty. Ve! Ve! Cute kitty.
Nessun ago! Ti prego, signor dottore! Nessun ago!- No needle! Please, Mr. Doctor! No needle!
Auf weidersehen. Sehe dich morgen.- Goodbye. See you tomorrow.