Second chapter, ve~! And it's Germany/Italy! X3

Italy: Ve~! I like tire swings!

Germany: Just don't kill yourself on one, ok?

And here. We. Go. *snaps fingers and music starts* Oops. Wrong one.

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Tire Swing Romance

Chapter 2: Live, Laugh, Love

Outside the usual hotel that the nations stayed at whenever a World Meeting would occur, there was a playground. The only thing that was of particular interest to the countries was a lone tire swing in the far corner of the playground. This tire swing had seen more than anyone else..

Feliciano hummed a little tune under his breath, and sometimes, he sang a little song to go along with it. The song was made up, though, and he was singing about the random things he saw. The Italian couldn't help it, though. He was walking back from the grocery store with Ludwig, and whenever he was around the German, he felt...happier. More alive. You know, than usual.

Ludwig was carrying a few of the groceries that they'd bought at a nearby supermarket, all the while trying to remain the casual, cool, and composed man he was supposed to be in front of the Italian next to him.

Suddenly, something caught Feliciano's eye when the hotel had finally come into view. "Hey~! Ludwig!" The northern part of Italy tugged at the German's shirt sleeve, and said German looked down at him.

"What is it?"

"There's, um!" Feliciano momentarily forgot what he was going to tell Ludwig. Instead, he grinned cutely. "Just follow me! Come on!" The Italian grabbed Germany's free hand (the one that wasn't carrying the groceries) and dragged him to the far corner of the playground. Germany's ears turned pink and he began looking anywhere but at the smaller hand that was embedded in his.

"Ve~! I found it!" Italy pointed at his discovery. A single tire swing attached to a tree by a mere rope. Germany was about to point out that it wasn't exactly very safe-looking, but the pasta-lover had climbed on top of the tire swing, placing his legs around the rope and laughing. He then looked back at his German boyfriend and uttered one word.

"Push!"

"What!" Germany dropped the groceries then, and covered his mouth with his hand. God, I need to stay in composure...Just, relax. Impress Italy. Come on, Ludwig, goddammit!

Feliciano blinked a couple times before saying timidly, "Did I say something wrong?" His eyes grew large and wet.

Ludwig panicked. "No, no, Feliciano, you said nothing wrong! I just...I overreacted. About something. I was thinking. About something. And then I just screamed. For no reason. O-okay?" Oh my God; that was so lame! I really do have a dirty mind...how could I think about that with just that one word? He looked over at the brunette. Said brunette blinked a bit more, then beamed.

"Okay, Ludwig!" He sighed, clearly relieved that he had not angered the other nation. "Uh...can you push me?" Ludwig, trying not to blush (and epically failing, too), nodded meekly.

Then, he made sure the groceries were sitting on a nearby bench. The German placed one hand on the rope and the other on Italy's back.

"Hold on tight, okay?" Ludwig ordered. The Italian craned his neck to look at him, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before returning to holding on to the rope.

"Don't worry; I will!" Ludwig's face was practically on fire. He then proceeded to push his boyfriend's back to set the swing into motion.

"Weee! You should try this, Ludwig!" Feliciano hollered joyously, and Ludwig couldn't help but smile with him.

The two sat there for a while, Ludwig constantly pushing against Italy's back to keep the swing going and to hear his laughs and shouts of "Pastaaaa!", and Italy enjoying the feel of Ludwig's hands against his back and the German's laughs and simply being with the German he loved so, so much.

Later, the Italian commanded the German laughingly to stop the swing, and as soon as it was stopped, he jumped and gave Ludwig a hug. Germany stuttered a bit, before wrapping his arms around Italy's waist and pulling him closer.

"Ve~!" Italy chirped. "Guess what, Germany?" He pulled away slightly, but Germany's hands were still wrapped around Italy's small form.

"What?" asked Ludwig, smiling. Feliciano grinned.

"Guess to where I love you!"

The German chuckled for a brief moment. "I don't know."

"Guess, ve~!"

"Um, to..." He looked around. "The hotel." The German said, pointing. Feliciano shook his head.

"Nope!" The brunette then leaned in and gave the German a kiss.

"I love you all the way to infinity and beyond beyond and back, Germany! Oh, and..." He wriggled out of the blushing German's grasp and sat down inside the hole of the tire. "I've decided that I love tire swings. Know why?"

Germany shrugged. "Because they're fun?"

"Well, that, and," Italy suddenly looked down, fumbling with his fingers and blushing slightly. "I like how you laugh. You don't laugh often, and..and I enjoy the sound of it. It makes me happy, ve..." Italy was...blushing?

The German blinked a few times before giggling, then snickering, and eventually, laughing so hard his stomach hurt. Feliciano looked at his boyfriend, wondering what the heck happened. "Eh?"

Ludwig wiped a stray tear from his eye and placed his hands on top of the tire swing and knelt down so his face was level with Feliciano's and his hands were trapping him in the tire swing. "Guess to where I love you, Feliciano." Ludwig smirked. The Italian blinked at the sudden boldness before squeaking,

"Er...to Germany?" he guessed. Germany smiled.

"Not quite." Then he placed a soft kiss on Italy's forehead and said, "I love you all the way to infinity and beyond beyond beyond and back, and so much that I would give my life if it meant protecting yours." Feliciano looked into Ludwig's eyes, and his began to water, but he refused to let them fall, not now.

"B-beyond beyond beyond doesn't exist!" The pasta-lover declared, huffing.

"Now it does," The German grinned. "And you know what?"

"What?" Feliciano asked excitedly.

"You ever want to get me to laugh, you start laughing yourself."

The Italian blinked a couple times, before breaking out into a smile so radiant that it would make you want to puke rainbows. "Okay! Okay!" Then he laughed. The two had no idea how long they stood there just laughing with each other, but they didn't care.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Feliciano checked off 'Ride On A Tire Swing With Ludwig' as something he should totally do more often.

Ah, young love! :D It's done! Next chapter is France/Canada! *dies of cute* BUT IT WAS SO SAPPY! I'VE NEVER WRITTEN THIS LEVEL OF SAPPY, AAAAH-*explodes from stress*

Italy: Ludwig, let's get a tire swing!

Germany: What? Er, um...

Me: Please review kindly (no flames, please! ;D) and thank you for reading!

France: Yes, I'm next! *does happy dance*