Wait! This story is rated M. Yes, this means mature. Not, i think i can read adult things because i'm old enough. No, mature as in, i will respect this story and act like an adult. I only say this (honestly not to be rude, i LOVE people to read my stories) because of the people who are deleting stories because they don't like them. It's one thing to tell someone to fix something, but it's another to have a WHOLE FREAKING GROUP dedicated to being jerks. I am not the best writer, but i have a right to post here. I include the appropriate rating, i warn you. If you feel you can't handle it, step off brother. Any-who, please enjoy. KISSING IN THIS CHAPTER OH GOSH. sdjfabsk
"W-what?" Feliciano dropped a few apples out of his shirt from the sheer shock of what his muscular friend had offered.
"Hey! Be careful with those, they weren't easy to get." Ludwig huffed, already regretting his decision as the lone thought, "I'm an idiot", rang through his head. To be truthful, he hadn't thought this through at all. Somehow though, when he heard Feliciano talk about how much he wanted to find his brother, and how he had traveled all the way from Italy, alone, to look for him, his heart felt heavy for him; and that sad, lost look that briefly crossed the normally so peppy boy's face had it aching in his chest. "I need to fix it," was all he could think.
That was why, on a whim, he agreed, no, offered, to accompany this practical stranger all throughout the country of France to search for his Lovino. All he knew of the boy was that he was 19, technically a man, though Ludwig was hesitant to call him one from his behavior. He could not possibly be more perfect in embodying the Italian lifestyle. Though he claimed to not have much money, Feliciano almost always found a way to get them pasta. He was clumsy, spacey in the head, and often got himself into trouble with the locals on their excursions into town.
Ludwig couldn't count the times he had to apologize in his too hard French for something his mindless companion had done, yet he had known him hardly two weeks! Not to mention the unsightly habit of the red-head to sleep naked, it had given the German quite a shock the first day when he awoke to find a completely exposed Italian man clinging to him in his sleep. However, when he wasn't scolding Feliciano like his mother might have, there were all too noticeable good things about him.
Feliciano was gentle and was constantly finding ways to try to force a smile on the stuffy German's grim face, and often succeeded. At first, Ludwig was confused at the small piles of flowers, rocks, and twigs that appeared on his bed every night. They seemed like useless junk to him. Perplexed by this, he decided to follow the Italian one day. He watched from the shadows as Feliciano hummed a joyful tune and began to look, he would pick several objects up, study them, and shake his head as if it weren't good enough. Finally he would find something he deemed worthy, saying something like, "I hope Luddy likes this," and smiling a gentle smile.
Ludwig had felt unusual warmth spread through his body and emanating from his heart, no one had ever gone to such extremes for him before, not even for something as simple as this. This, he assumed, had been the point where he felt more open to Feliciano. Over the next week he had talked to him about his past a bit more. Feliciano had even cried and hugged him when he heard about his parents and how Ludwig had lost his memories after the fight at military school. He cried with such sorrow as if it were himself the things had happened to. If he thought about it, it should have been expected of him to have offered to help the red-head.
Said red-head, at the moment, was now hanging off of the tall German, spouting thank yous and crying happy tears. Feliciano didn't care about the fallen apples that he had worked so hard with Ludwig to pick, he was too happy. Not only did he have someone to travel with, but it was Ludwig; Ludwig, the tall, handsome man that had appeared out of nowhere to save him. Feliciano blushed after a moment, relinquishing his hold on the taller man and smiling, his deep chestnut eyes meeting Ludwig's ice blue ones.
"Those eyes, he thought, "I think I'm drowning in them."
Feliciano had noticed this odd attraction for Ludwig some days after he had met him, he learned fast that he was a serious man, not used to letting loose and having fun. When Feliciano first felt those happy butterflies in his stomach, he put it off as joy to having a friend. That changed, however, when he took Ludwig down to the creek he used for bathing. The first view he had of Ludwig's full body had amazed him and filled him with unfamiliar feeling that confused him. Every inch of the thick muscle seemed as if it were sculpted after a Greek god. The water ran over his pale skin and mussed his normally kempt hair. It took all of Feliciano's will power to look away before the German noticed his indecent gawking.
Later that night he had stayed awake with that image burned in his brain, trying to sort through the conflicting feeling s in his body. He was reluctant to admit he was attracted to Ludwig; he was a man, wasn't he? It just didn't seem normal to him. Though, when he had thought about how kind the man was in the weeks following, he had little trouble admitting to himself that he was indeed physically attracted to him, even the stirrings of love were present in his innocent heart.
After all, Ludwig was nice, smart, and funny when he was flustered. He was a big help with getting food and getting the Italian out of messes. It didn't seem so unusual after he thought about it. His brother, Lovino, had fallen in love with a man too; the Spaniard, Antonio, even though Lovino refused to admit it out loud, he loved him. So this was normal, no one picked who they loved, and Feliciano couldn't make himself feel guilty or ashamed of the feelings.
That didn't stop him from hiding them, though. He couldn't count the times he had wanted to feel those strong, powerful arms around him or touch those lips with his own. They looked so warm and soft, he often lost himself in fantasies of his own molding together with Ludwig's. Luckily, he was careful he didn't actually stare at him when he had these fantasies. Ludwig returning his feelings didn't cross his mind as an option, and the last thing he wanted was to scare him off and lose him. "So," Feliciano decided, "it will be a secret."
The walk home was filled with Feliciano bouncing around, smiling, singing, and babbling about how he and the German were going to have adventures and so much fun traveling together. Every few moments, he would look back at the German, just for the sake of doing so. The setting sun would create shadows that gently filled the crevices of his the wide collar bones and muscles that were visible through his snug shirt. The sun made his fine, blond hair sparkle almost, his eyes standing out even more as cool blue pools.
Feliciano hadn't realized he had stopped walking to gawk, causing Ludwig to bump lightly into him.
"Hey! Watc-" Ludwig paused at the sudden embarrassed look on the shorter male's face. Feliciano muttered a quiet apology and moved to turn, when the blond caught him by the arm. Feliciano's heart jumped into his throat, it wasn't often that he touched him of his own accord.
"Is something wrong? You've been acting stranger than usual. You're more-" Ludwig paused to think, searching the younger's face, "quiet. It worries me."
The red-head bit his lip and looked up at him, he looked uncertain, and he was. Every part of him wanted to tell Ludwig how he felt, but the thought of rejection stopped him again. It hung dark and menacing, like a black widow spider, over him. Threatening to bite. It wasn't normal for men to like each other, he had to remind himself. Wouldn't Ludwig like women?
Sighing, Feliciano forced a smile and tried to remove the German's grip. "I'm fine, just a bit tired," he lied. He was surprised when the grip tightened rather than loosened.
"I don't believe you." Ludwig stated, placing his bundle down to hold the other securely in place. He hadn't known Feliciano long, but he knew when he was being lied to. "Tell me, please." For some reason, Ludwig seemed very determined to fix whatever was wrong and Feliciano was momentarily stunned. The thought that he cared about him so much made him smile softly before he could answer.
"Well i-," Thunder cracked high above their heads, cutting off his words. Thank you God, Feliciano quietly thought.
"Come on Luddy! We're going to get wet if we stay here!" He even went as far as to gather the heavy bundle and carry it himself, forcing Ludwig to run to catch up with him. The overcast sky looked dangerous, only accentuated by the sudden lightning and cold, heavy rain that began to pour, turning the quiet day into a storm in an instant. Feliciano ran harder, wanting to get back to the barn before it got any worse.
Swiftly, however, He was grabbed by Ludwig who crammed the both of them into a small overhang caused by a few rock slates jutting out of the mountainside, forming a small cave. The two men panted lightly over the sound of the falling rain. Inside, the cave was shadowed and moist, but not altogether unpleasant.
"How did you see this, Luddy? It was raining so hard!" Feliciano exclaimed, peering out to confirm the rain was pouring just as hard.
"I just happened to see it," he murmured, sitting on the wet ground and shaking the water out of his hair. Even though they had been interrupted, Ludwig was not going to easily let how Feliciano was acting go, he needed to figure out the problem. Truth be told, he did have a sweet spot for him, always letting him get away with things and letting him snuggle with him after dinner. Though, there were strange feelings that coursed through him whenever the Italian was too close. For now it seemed better to ignore them, they didn't pose much of a threat to him at the moment. It was probably just the foreign feeling of having a kind friend, or least, he told himself that. Anything else would be too…strange.
Sighing, Feliciano moved to sit next to Germany, gently leaning his head on his shoulder. He truly did cherish such simple contact. Feliciano could almost just imagine being enveloped in the warm heat that Ludwig's body provided. The simple connection from his cheek to the German's shoulder sent sparks through him like a livewire. An indescribable ache developed in his gut and Feliciano could hardly keep his voice down. It felt like his chest would explode and he curled his toes from the pressure. He wasn't sure his small body could take such a feeling or contain such a growing thing as his love for the other man.
Ludwig moved suddenly, causing the Italian to be jolted from his thoughts, the weight in his chest lessening slightly.
"Now, you are going to finish what you were saying," Ludwig commanded. He crossed his arms and waited, knowing Feliciano would comply.
Chewing his lip, the younger looked down and wrung his hands. He wasn't sure he had the confidence to say something that embarrassing. He had never made a love confession, so the little Italian wasn't sure how to go about it.
Ludwig raised his brow and placed a gentle hand on the smaller man's shoulder. His face showed true discomfort and Feliciano appeared to be fighting a battle with himself.
"Feliciano?" He asked, leaning down to catch his eye. Feliciano started and widened his eyes, the closeness of the German to him giving his heart a start.
"You…you don't have to tell me, just," Ludwig fumbled, not used to giving assuring words or comforting anyone, "just tell me when you can, ok?"
Feliciano felt weight leave his shoulders and sighed, his smile returning. He leaned forward, pressing his face into Ludwig's chest and inhaling, savoring the scent of him.
"Thank you," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around the firm chest in front of him. Ludwig had the feeling he was missing something but ignored it, right now was more important. He sighed and cracked a small smile, wrapping his own arms around the red-head.
"This man, he thought, leaning back to get comfortable, "is really going to drive me crazy."
Ludwig smirked as he noticed that Feliciano had fallen into a dead sleep, snoring softly and mumbling. Hesitantly, the he reached out his hand to gently stroke the fine, russet locks on his chest. Feliciano really did have soft hair, in fact, everything about this peppy man seemed soft and warm, especially those eyes. Ludwig had an odd suspicion that Feliciano could see through him when he caught him looking at him.
Soon, the storm's constant rain and Feliciano's breathing created a sort of lullaby, making him feel drowsy. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, the night bathing them in moonlight as the storm settled to a light drizzle, the two lay quietly and undisturbed throughout the night.
Feliciano woke up to the sound of panting and mumbling, the surface he laid against moving frantically up and down. Grumbling, he looked out of the small enclosure to see the shades of purple of a rising sun, it was early morning, but how did he get outside… Remembering he fell asleep on Ludwig, he quickly moved up to look at the man. Ludwig's face was covered in sweat, as was the rest of his body, and his brow was deeply furrowed. His broad chest moved up and down frantically and he mumbled angrily, like he was fighting with someone. He was having a nightmare, and a horrible one at that.
Carefully, Feliciano put his hand on the man's forehead. He had never seen Ludwig like this, in so much distress. It scared him but he knew he needed to be calm, he had learned that you have to be gentle when waking people from nightmares. He had been rough with Lovino once and had been punched right in the face. Though he forgave him, it had still been very painful. He also knew the German had been in the military, and was extremely muscular. No doubt a punch from him would be much worse.
Taking a deep breath, Feliciano gently moved his hand to the side of Ludwig's face, using the other to make gentle circle on his shoulder.
"Luddy, come on now," he coaxed, speaking softly, "it's time to get up now." Feliciano watched as Ludwig's eyelids twitched, encouraging him to try harder. After a few more gentle words, the German gasped and tried to sit up, only to be forced down by Feliciano. He didn't need to get up quite yet, Ludwig seemed a little feverish.
"Fe-feliciano?" he stuttered, eyes wide in an unknown fright. The Italian didn't know what he had been dreaming about, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. It surprised him, however, when Ludwig began to shake and he tried to sit up again. This time he let him, moving to hold Ludwig's head against his chest. Worry filled his eyes and he gently rocked the larger man as the trembling got worse.
"Hush now, it was just a dream, alright?" he cooed, "you're here with me, Luddy." It seemed odd that he would be offering Ludwig strength, but he didn't mind. Feliciano was much too worried about the man to give it much thought. Ludwig surprised him again by grabbing ahold of the smaller man and burying his head down deeper against his chest.
Normally Ludwig would hate to show this kind of weakness, but he couldn't handle this now. This dream had been different. "So much blood…," he shuddered at the thought. This was also the first time he had had someone to comfort him. The warmth was unfamiliar but he accepted it gladly. Feliciano began to sing a soft song, something in Italian, and stroked his hair. Though he didn't know the language, he felt he understood what they meant. Don't worry, I'm here for you.
Feliciano's soft voice was probably the most peaceful and beautiful thing he had ever heard. It wasn't long before tears he hadn't known he was shedding dried up and only his hands were shaking. Hesitantly, he looked up at the Italian, feeling embarrassed at the way he acted. He was greeted with a warm smile and gentle eyes.
"Are you feeling okay now?" Feliciano asked, brushing some stray golden locks out of Ludwig's face, causing an unfamiliar feeling to sweep through him. Just looking at this kind man was giving Ludwig a longing he was nervous to recognize. Feliciano's lips were close, and they looked so soft and warm. Could those lips make everything alright, make him forget his past sins? Would they tell him they loved him and never wanted to leave, that it wasn't his fault? His heart beat fast as he leaned forward, eyelids closing as he prepared for the worst.
Surprisingly, he felt the soft petals of Feliciano's lips meet him halfway, pressing gently against his own. He pressed back, trying his best to cope with the feelings rushing through him. His body heated uncomfortably, but he felt he needed to get closer to Feliciano. Slowly, he sat upwards and pulled the smaller male towards, never breaking contact with their lips. Experimentally, he moved his lips over the Italians and pushed his tongue out to lightly taste him as he pushed inside the other's mouth.
Feliciano tasted like apples and basil and everything calm and gentle. He tasted like a lazy summer day where he had all the time to relax in a warm embrace. He tasted like everything Ludwig never knew he wanted bit decided he couldn't live without. He felt like he could understand those looks couples gave each other that were so in love. They thought about these feelings, this foreign feeling that Ludwig wanted to drink for the lips in front of him.
All too soon, they parted for air, both breathing hard and clinging to the other. Feliciano was sure his heart was loud enough for the other to hear, as wildly as it beat. Hiccupping, he wiped his eyes and buried his face in Ludwig's chest. Gentle sobs wracked his body and the German panicked. Had he forced Feliciano into something?
"Feliciano?" it came out ad a whisper, "What's wrong?" After a few moments, the Italian lifted his head and laughed a bright smile on his face.
"I'm sorry Luddy, I was just so happy I couldn't hold it in," he laughed and pressed a quick peck to Ludwig's lips before burying his head into his neck. This was too surreal, the way it has just happened. The kiss and the feelings that coursed through him were starting to overwhelm hi m again. He felt tired, a yawn making him realize it.
Taking notice of this, Ludwig laid back, taking his littleItalian down with him. The weight was comfortable and he gently rubbed the other's back, feeling him relax completely.
"Go back to sleep, we'll head back in the morning." The smile seeped into his voice, making Feliciano grin.
"One more kiss?" he turned his head and pouted up at the German, who in turned huffed and bent down to press their lips together quickly.
"There, now sleep," he mumbled, though his bright blush revealed his true feelings. They both soon dozed off, tired from their day and the emotional strain.
"Feliciano! Come on, we need to head out!" Ludwig called from outside the barn. It was early morning and two days after the two's unspoken love confession. After that they had decided to leave on their journey to look for the Italian's older brother. At the moment, Feliciano was dragging himself sleepily out the barn door, closing it and taking one last look at his temporary home.
Turning, he took in the sight of his new lover, who looked quite stunning. He wore his snug riding jacket, causing his chest to even broader, and black chaps. His hair was slicked back and he straddled the large bike. To put it shortly, it all looked mouthwatering to the Italian, his tired eyes not noticing Ludwig's amused smirk at catching him staring.
"I hope you're not just going to look," he purred, beckoning Feliciano by crooking his finger. His eyes were lowered and his grin made him look like wolf, a hungry one at that. The Italian blushed, still not used to this new side of Ludwig. Now that they had recognized their feelings, the German had showed him many different sides of himself that he had been guarding before. There was a new gentle side, where Ludwig would just look at him when he thought he wasn't looking. His blue eyes would be filled with a light of happiness, changing his usually stern appearance into an almost angelic countenance, causing a feeling of calm to sweep his body.
Then there was this lustful side, the side of the man that made simple kisses sear his lips and clouded his head with hot ash. Foreign feelings would awaken in Feliciano's body, ones that left him squirming in a both pleasant and unpleasant way. He felt like prey terrified of being eaten but wanting to all at the same time.
Hesitantly, he moved over to the larger man, giving him a sheepish and somewhat shy smile as he took hold of his outstretched hand. Ludwig smiled and pulled Feliciano to him, placing soft kisses on his neck and trailing up to his ear. Feliciano gasped and shuddered, pressing closer to the hot lips, loving the feeling. He didn't he would ever tire of Ludwig's kisses and touches, even if it had only been a couple of days since he had them.
The red-head brought his hands up to the German's shoulder's to feel the strength in the powerful muscles that lay there. Normally he might not be attracted to such a thing, but Ludwig made him change his mind about how people could love. It really didn't matter much about the person's body, though Feliciano wasn't complaining about Ludwig's in the least. In his string arms he felt safe, like Ludwig was invincible.
Chuckling, Ludwig pressed a kiss to Feliciano's soft lips, the leaned away. "Come on, we need to get moving," he said, Patting the seat behind him and handing the Italian his helmet.
"Why so early," Feliciano whined, slipping on the helmet and straddling the back. When he got comfortable, he let his body mold to the firm one in front of him.
"Because, if we don't leave early, it will be too dark to find somewhere to sleep later." He mumbled, double checking the side bags and revving the engine to life. The pleasant purr vibrated his body and he smiled, it was nice to get back on his bike after so long.
"Lean with the turn and stay straight the rest of time, alright?" he called over the sound. Feliciano nodded against his back, they had already practiced a few time before, yesterday. With one last look over, Ludwig kicked up the stand and sped off, trying not to go too fast despite his want for the whipping wind. Behind him, Feliciano smiled and snuggled closer to the German's back and watched the scenery fly by as they drove onto the highway. Not only did this trip mean finding his brother, but he also got to spend time with his new lover.
It might have been a little selfish, but Feliciano hope that Lovino was somewhere where it would take them weeks to find him. He wanted all the time he could get with the man, not daring to think of what might happen after they found Lovino. He couldn't imagine having to be without him.
They drove on clear through the day, only making stops for the restroom, and one, Feliciano insisted, for lunch at a diner. The whole time they received strange looks, only Ludwig seemed to notice, though. Feliciano hadn't helped it either, especially when he reached all the way over the table to lick a bit of pancake syrup from Ludwig's face. His face had lit up red like fire and he had coughed, murmuring a 'thank you'. Smiling, Feliciano looked at the German's face, knowing that this trip was going to be the best of his life.
WHEW! I'm soooooo sorry guys, i'm already one of those author's who doesn't update, but this is longer! hopefully that will make up for it. This chapter and puts an end to time lapses, so we won't be jumping around anymore. I don't own these character's, Hetalia, France, motorcycles, or diner's. And please take a look at this if you are hoping to keep good stories in tact. (i didn't write it, it was sent to me)
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