"Don't faint, u beautiful, beautiful piece of European meat, you.." HAHAHA, OMG, BEST REVIEW EVER. c: This chapter is dedicated to Raikimluva22 annnd Gatto-Italia~
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The little girl whined softly, burrowing her face into her knees as she leaned up against the fridge. Tears prickled at her eyes and she sniffed, trying to wipe away the listless tears before anyone noticed. Sadly though, someone did. The boy, who had been hiding behind the door, observing the girls actions, couldn't handle seeing her like this. His chest tightened up as she refused to meet his line of sight.
"What's wrong?" He asked nimbly, running his fingers across her dampened cheeks. The girl grimaced somewhat, sniffing again and keeping her eyes glued to the floor. Sighing, the boy pulled the girl up from the floor and, daintily, twisted her hands until they were entrapped by his. "Why are you crying?" He asked again, using their intertwined hands to brush a hesitant curl out her eyes. Frowning the girl finally met his gaze.
"We're out of food!"
The boy deadpanned. Keeping a clever poker face, he gently pushed the girl away and checked the fridge.
"...There is food here, you know."
"I know that, but it's all complete crap!"
Shocked at the girl, the boy remained quiet, allowing a thick silence to fill the small room. The girl sniffed again, toying with the hem of her usual green dress. "See, I knew you'd react like this." She pouted, puffing out her cheeks while a rosy blush dusted her cheeks. The boy sighed again. There really wasn't anything he could do about the food; he would have to wait for his cousin to come home. Until then, all he could do was entertain the girl. So far he was failing at that. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, making him give a small smirk as he turned back to his friend.
"W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?" The girl whimpered, hugging herself as the boy began to saunter toward her.
"Feli~" He called out, raising his hands as to appear as claws. The girl squeaked as the boy eventually caught up to her. He lifted the girl up into the air, what with little muscle he had managed to build, and begun to spin her around the room, careful as to not accidentally hit her against something. The girl erupted into giggles, smacking his back cheerfully and screaming with every turn. In the end the boy tripped over his own feet and landed on the floor with a painful thud. The girl leaned up against him, letting out small giggles every now and then. The boy grinned to himself; yes, he succeeded!
"Feeling better?" He finally asked as the girl cuddled up against him. Blinking, the girl slowly looked up at him, her grin growing bigger and wider as she did.
"Yeah, I guess so~" She breathed out, flipping over onto her stomach so she could fully face him. She beamed so wide it looked as if her eyes were closed. The boy returned the smile, blushing brightly with pride.
"Do I get an award then?" He teased, obviously not thinking of what he had said. He was more tuned into the fact that every time the girl looked at him his heart would begin to scream, his stomach being tickled as butterfly's erupted. Was this love? The boy liked to think it was.
"Hmm~ I don't see why not." The girl laughed. With a peachy red cheeks, the girl closed what little distance was between them and gave a loud kiss to the boys nose.
The boy felt so happy he thought he would've fainted right then and there.
Ludwig grumbled as he slammed his fist against his alarm clock. Despite the fact that he and Feliciano had had a somewhat peaceful sleep already, the poor German man couldn't shake off the fatigue that seemed to linger with every nap and headache he had to endure. After reassuring his roommate that no more nightmares were going to come, Ludwig left the room and made his way to his own, wanting to change into a fresh pair of clothes. He stripped off he usual work clothes and threw on pair of jeans he hardly wore, along with a fresh shirt. Sitting down on his bed, he attempted to take off his socks when a abrupt heaviness flooded over him. Feeling more than a little lethargic, Ludwig collapsed against the bed and in seconds was asleep.
And then his alarm clock went off.
Now settled in his bathroom, Ludwig splashed water on his face gingerly, trying to get his jumble up thoughts organized through the confusion. A sudden noise fell through the air and Ludwig recognized his name being called.
"Luddy~ Can you come here for a second?" Feliciano whined from the kitchen. Grimacing at the noise, Ludwig vacated the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen. Inside, he found his friend sitting somber against the fridge, his knees pulled up to his chin. Déjà vu ran through the shocked German. He gripped onto the door and held his head with his other hand.
"W-What is it?"
"We're out of food!" Okay, now it was just getting creepy. Ludwig swore that he'd been here before, in this situation. It just seemed too familiar.
"Are you sure? There has to be some food here for us..." He drawled on, pushing his roommate aside and peering into the fridge. For once, Feliciano was right. There was barely anything left in there. Ludwig heard a whimper behind him and turned around to see Feliciano try and shake off a few stray tears.
"Feli, there's no need to cry. I'll just go and get some groceries while I'm at work today." Feliciano continued to fall apart; biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. What was wrong with the boy? "Feliciano! Are you that hungry?"
"N-No! That's not it at all!" He sniffed, looking defeated and just plain disappointed.. "I just wanted to make you some breakfast...since you've been working so hard lately. I t-thought you deserved a break." Ludwig felt his heart throb. Smiling, he reached out and ruffled the boy's head. His hair felt so good; almost silk like. Although the brown mop of hair was already messy from bed head, it looked good on him. It played with his eyes, his droopy little smile, his-
Wait.
WHAT?
'Why the hell am I doing this? What is wrong with me!' Ludwig felt his face become flamed as he retracted his arm so fast it was as if Feliciano's hair had burned him. Something was wrong with Ludwig, something terribly wrong. How long has he been doing this? Randomly showing affection to his roommate- no, his best friend? How long has the small, annoying actions that Feliciano constantly did begin to affect him? He needed to get out of there. He needed to clear his head!
"T-Thanks for thinking of me Feliciano, but I really need to go, I'm already late for work." Ludwig rushed through, already walking past his confused friend and to the door.
"Wait! What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"
Ludwig looked up from putting on his shoes. Honestly, he wasn't even looking at what he was doing; he was merely shoving his feet in without properly untying the laces and slipping it through. Why was he so fucking nervous all of a sudden?
"Ja, get better. Take some medicine, have a bath, sleep. Just get better, okay Feli? I'll be back soon with some food and some money and we'll plan our trip, okay? Okay, auf wiedersehen."
"Wait! What are you going to do for breakfast?" Feliciano was becoming scared. ' What's wrong with Luddy? Was it something I said~?'
"I-I'll stop by at a cafe or something."
"But I thought you said you were late for-"
"Goodbye Feliciano!"
Ludwig slammed the door in the Italian's face, wheezing slightly as his imagination reeled with untold betrayal. Why was he feeling like this?
Back inside the house, Feliciano stared dully at the door, feeling his heart grow heavy with reality. He was alone. Again. And it seemed as if Ludwig was mad at him for some reason. Wrapping his arms around himself tightly, Feliciano shuffled back into bed, locking his door on the way.
Blood. It was everywhere. Sirens screeched out into the dark sky, as dark rain clouds loomed over the city. It wouldn't rain though. It never rained on that day. Everything seemed as if it was on mute; Feliciano watched as people rushed passed him, blurring out and becoming simply part of the scene. Many tried to move him- oh, they tried. He refused to budge though. It was those eyes. Those bitter blue eyes that held him down.
They stared out at him, hard as stone as the life in them was slowly draining away. Feliciano wanted to get up, to run over, to be the one that woke him up. It would've been useless though.
The only thing that he could hear was the ever echoing sound of one of the paramedics.
"No pulse."
"Ludwig." Feliciano cried out, jerking and kicking his legs out. Hot, familiar tears streamed down his face. He couldn't move; he was pinned down by those eyes, by the scene, by the guilt that seemed to embrace him in a deathly grip. He couldn't move. He just could not move on.
Okay, auf wiedersehen. - Okay, good bye.
AN: SEE, I DID PROMISE YOU GUYS A PREVIEW INTO ITALY'S DREAM! :D Ugh, I hope Ludwig wasn't too OOC; I have this theory that he'd be the first to freak out over relationships and feelings before actaully comitting to them. I tried to make him appear nervous and rushed, did I do a good job? D:
Next chapter we will meet a few more characters~ Please welcome Ms. Hungary and Mr. Austria to the stage!