A/N: waaaaaahhh~~ School's going to start in precisely 3 days! I feel so wrecked! TTATT …Ah….well, It's been a hell loooong time since I haven't updated this fic ^^" Well let's just say I ran out of ideas on what to write next = = (why yes, even if I had only started with two chapters), and lucky me! Today's the day that my little idea decided to knock and drop by to have some tea~ So please enjoy the third chapter, The "M" rating might be a little….postponed as I am not that ready to write smut for this cute and cuddly couple yet. ^^" ah well! what are you doing reading this Author's note? Shoo shoo!

P.S: Oh…and do notice that there will be mentions of names starting now on.

Disclaimer: Me don't own Hetalia :3 nor pasta….nor beer…AUGH I FEEL MISERABLE!

Ja, please enjoy the third chapter: *Ludwig opens curtain*

The Italian smiled. "Va bene, Il mio amore." as he stood from the counter and walked over to where said gaping blonde is standing.

"J-Ja, what does that mean?" The german stuttered as the Italian leaned even closer towards him.

"It's okay, my liebe."

Ludwig blinked.

Liebe?Love? Amore? Feliciano loved him? Ludwig pondered in his head. Is this some sort of drunk confession? Sure Feliciano have constantly said the word 'te amo ludwig~' a few times., but the german was sure he didn't mean it THAT way.

"...uhm...Ita-Feliciano?" The german backed away from the hovering Italian. Raising a calloused hand to stop the Italian from his tracks.

"Ve? Ludwig?" There was something oddly wrong with how the little Italian spoke to him today. It was the tone, the lustful stare, breathy accent- Then it occured to him. What was he thinking! The Italian's drunk! The wine must have took more time to take effect to Feliciano!

"Ah...well...I've been wondering..." Ludwig stepped back.

"Ve? What is it Ludwig~?" Feliciano trudged a step closer.

"Ah...well...danke...for the spaghetti...bolo...uhm...anyways," Ludwig looked around the room nervously, Wondering if his kuchen had gotten a little more crampier than usual. Carefully inching towards the back, Ludwig quickly noted that in a few more steps, his back would be completely against the wall. He gulped. That was NOT a good sign.

The Italian moved all but closer to the fazed German, ignoring his constant stutters, inhaling the sweet cologne the german always used before he goes to work. "Ve, Ludwig, you always smell so nice~" The Italian started roaming his hands onto the blonde's clothed, broad chest.

Though on the exterior Ludwig may seem all cool, and calm, and totally knows what he's doing, Ludwig is actually a man of many emotions.

"AAAAAAGH! THIS IS NOT GOING WHERE I WANT THIS TO GO! MEIN GOTT! STOP TOUCHING MY CHEST! AAAH!" is what he wanted to say, though it came out as a weak stutter of poor self defense.

"Vee~ Ludwig's chest is so warm~ and so muscly~" Feliciano started unbuttoning the german's olive tinted uniform, though was stopped by hestitant slap from the german.

"V-ve?" Feliciano looked up with glassy eyes, hands printed red where he had just been slapped.

"I-I'm sorry, Italien. I have to tell you. You're drunk." Ludwig stated with a stern expression.

That was until Mr Silence decided to drop by for another visit.

"HAHAHA! Ludwig is so funny! I am not drunk Ludwig!" Feliciano stumbled forwards, causing Germany to jolt backwards. Though unfortunately for Germany, Lady Luck ain't on his side today. The blonde's eyes flew wide as his foot got caught against a certain soup ladle. Ludwig kept his eyes shut and waited for the pain to hit his body, Though was a little surprised when his spinal column was protected by a set of soft arms, cascading along with his figure as they plummet down together..on to the kitchen floor. With a horribly comprimising position.

Ludwig flushed a deep shade of red, observing their current situation, The Italian (drunk, Italian may I add.) perched ever so happily on top of a certain flustered german Anyone who came and saw the situation would have thought what they would.

Ludwig snapped back to reality.

"ah, Feliciano." Ludwig stood as he pushed the Italian gently off him. The gesture causing Feliciano to lose balance and stumble backwards himself. Ludwig not wanting to get his little Italian hurt, reflexively jolted forwards to shield Feliciano as he fell, inverting their previous position, allowing the german to hover over the Italian, whilst the latter's back, supported by the german, hovered by at least a foot off the ground, in a 75 degree angle.

This position was clearly not any better.

"Ludwig?" Feliciano whispered, mind still hazy

Ludwig gulped. If he were to let go of the Italian, the Italian would lose his balance and stumble back, along with the possibility of getting the Italian's head injured. While on the other hand, if he decides to pull the Italian back, he might as well lose his own balance and let the Italian topple him just as before. Leaving both of them in the same position as how it was before. Those are the only two choices he had.

Though, he can try one more thing.

Ludwig gently, slowly, tried to lay Feliciano to the kitchen floor; toned and muscular arms shook as they strived to deliver a certain Italian's figure to the floor, precisely a foot above.

The position was that awkward, the type where when you look at both of the nations from afar, you might think they were attempting to dance a fail waltz,

in an extremely slow motion.

Ludwig, who was still trying to support the Italian's figure, was now about half a foot off the ground. Hah, well! A drastic improvement!

"Ludwig…um…let me go. " Feliciano tried to pry off the German's hold.

"No, I won't let you fall! I will always keep you safe! Feliciano!" Ludwig boldly replied, despite his flushed face, shaking arms, knitted brows, and other 'bold' symptoms.

"Um…well, I don't think I would fall, Ludwig." Feliciano gently laid his foot flat on the ground, leaving the blonde in a stupid attempt to embrace the Italian.

Ah, how stupid was he? Feliciano is human! He had legs! And what are legs made to do? Stand. What a genius.

"Ah," The German said dumbfounded. "I…see…you have legs."

What was he saying?

"Ve, you can let go of me now Ludwig, if you want. But I like your hugs Ludwig~ they're so warm and nice, It makes me calm." The Italian further nuzzled onto Ludwig's clothed chest.

"Ah, re-really..I….never noticed, that you like….hugging my chest." Ludwig gulped.

That was not a very smart way to start off a decent conversation. Hugging his chest? What was he thinking!

"Ve? Is Ludwig getting aroused?" The Italian bluntly asked, cutting the german of all his previous thoughts.

"VHAT? V-VHAT ARE YOU SAYING!" As mentioned previously, Ludwig has a tendency to release his accent in certain times. When he is frustrated, flustered…

"Ve? Your capezollo is all hard." The Italian pointed out by poking Ludwig's manly pectorals, perking out with delight.

"THAT DOES NOT MEAN I'M AROUSED!" Ludwig completely bluffed to himself. Struggling to think of France in a bikini, with his horrifying chest hair- ah, Italy in a bikini would be nice too….smooth skin, little nipples visible through the tight material of the bikini….ah, not to mention what that tight material does to his- that did not help at all. He gulped for the third time that day.

"Ve? Ludwig? What do you say we have penne for dinner today?" Feliciano once again broke him off his thoughts. His..indecent…indecent, thoughts.

"Ha? Vhy did you ask?" Ludwig knitted his eyebrows.

"Hehe, because your pene* is ready to be served~" Feliciano winked suggestively, gently prodding the German's little 'friend' who by now stood shamelessly, forming a little tent inside his trousers.

The fourth gulp of the day. Ludwig started breathing erratically, as Feliciano continued prodding his little 'tent'.

"Fe-Feliciano, I demand for you to stop this now!" Ludwig clenched his lips tight.

"Ve? What do you mean? Little Doitsu is very happy to see me!" Feliciano replied with a pout.

Ludwig was caught offguard as the little Italian began unzipping the 'tent' revealing the little guest who was all but too excited to meet the Italian.

"Ve! Ludwig is so big! I'll call this big doitsu then-" That was until the German decided it's enough and zipped back his trousers and pushed the Italian away from him.

"Lu-Ludwig! We haven't even started!" Feliciano rushed to catch up with the German, who now started trudging towards their bedroom.

"Lud- ah? So Ludwig wants to take this to the bedroom, ve?" Feliciano tilted his head, rushing towards the German, who by now was opening the door, leaving a little gap for the Italian to squeeze inside.

"Ve? Ludwig? Are you angry?" Feliciano followed Ludwig as he began to trudge back to the door in an attempt to lock it in place, trudged to the window, closing the curtains, Whilst Feliciano loyally followed, babbling Italian words of comfort to the (who he thinks is) angry German.

"Ve? Ludwig? Are you mad at me? Ve! Sorry~ VE~ LUDWIG~~ Don't ignore me! Ludwig~ Lud-" His rant was cut short by a strong hand, pinning him to the wall.

"Feliciano, can you keep it down? You know you have been a little noisy." Ludwig gave him a rare, sadistic smile.

"It was now Feliciano's turn to gulp.

"Do-Doitsu is so scary! Is he that angry?" Feliciano started sobbing, bringing Ludwig back to his own conscience.

"Ah, Feliciano…Don't cry.." Ludwig cooed in his baritone voice.

"Ve…Ludwig…is angry…" Feliciano sobbed, and hiccupped, and whimpered.

Ludwig previously had planned to take revenge on the Italian, who made him lose control and such and such, by having to settle the matters on the bed.

But seeing him all helpless and teary like this…well,….that plan can be further be damned.

"Ah, Feliciano. It's okay, I'm not angry…" Ludwig rubbed the Italian's shoulders, trying to comfort the weeping Italian.

"V-ve….*hic*I'm sorry Ludwig~" Feliciano rubbed his teary eyes.

Ludwig sighed.

"Why are you sorry? You useless fool." Ludwig choked a smile.

"Ve?" Ludwig leaned closer to the Italian.

"I should be sorry." Ludwig's face was now less than an inch closer to the Italian's

"V-Ve? Why? Ludwig didn't do anything wrong?"

Such cute innocence; his tear stained face; pouty pink lips, chestnut colored hair, flawless skin; He is perfect.

"I should be sorry, Feliciano."

Ludwig leaned closer, face now about a centimeter close towards the Italian, breath mixing, noses touching.

"For not telling you, for so long..…that I love you."

A/N :Ufufufufufufufufufufu~ and that ends the third chapter! I just HAD to tease you a little with some lime~ but you're not gonna get it that easily~! I need some fluff here as well. So I present you that sap. *shields self from the blinding light of sap*…So then! Here are what the stars about:

Penne a type of pasta, a long- pipe ish kind of structure you poke around with your fork when you eat it.

Pene Penis is Italian

Weee~ I made a pun~~~:D

So, thank you for your support for Of Bolognise and Beer! I shall probably get to work on Tomato Ketchup seeing as Spain won the World Cup, (Congrats Spaiin~~~)

Ok then, see you all in the next chapter~~

Bai beeee~~~