First fanfic about Hetalia!
I need to thanks with all my heart the beta Nanachan413 that helped me with this work :D I'm not used to write stories in English (Italian grammar is really different), I do a lot of mistakes, and she did an awesome work! So, thank you for everything 3
ps. when you see the «», is because Feliciano's thinking and not talking.
Enjooooy ~
Even If I Don't Understand
«Feliciano's diary, first day of detention...»
In an empty and cold room lit by a little barred window, a boy stared blankly at the wall, lost in his thoughts. Since he had been thrown in there he'd counted the few drops of water that flowed from the wet ceiling, until boredom consumed him and his mind began to wander. «... I'm in this desolate room from hours, waiting for who knows what other torture...»
He stared darkly at the door, remembering the horrid, rotten food they gave him, then began again to listen to the sound of the dripping leaks that kept him company. His lips lifted slightly in a saddened smile.
"Neither do I have a diary in which I can write..." In sign of protest, his stomach began to grumble. "I want pasta!" he complained, sobbing slightly.
It was not boredom, but the thought of his lack of use, that racked his helpless mind. He had been caught for the umpteenth time, and he had neither the strength nor the ability to escape; he only hoped that Germany would rescue him from this dire situation. The only thing that Feliciano could do was to find something to think about to keep the depression away. Pulling his knees in, the Italian studied the view outside his small window.
The sky was colored a sodden grey; bright, to be sure, but a dampening shade. The vision brought back memories of the Italian sky he loved, a very light blue that filled the heart and inspired a smile, lit by a warm sun that rebirthed one's soul under its rays.
Even if he did nothing to earn that sky and that sun, they were always there to color his days .
Slowly a smile began to reappear on Feliciano's lips-in his mind the comparison was instantaneous.
He'd always find that thought, one way or another.
Suddenly he heard heavy blows on the door and instinctively Feliciano drew himself back. It didn't take long for the wood to break and display his fate of joy or hell. The only things that in the end he could see were a bright sun and a clear sky concentrated in a single entity.
"Ita-" The man who was on the other side of the doorway hadn't even finished his sentence before Feliciano jumped on him, lost in tears.
"Germany!" Feliciano mumbled with his head nestled against Ludwig's broad chest. The larger country's face had almost instantaneously bloomed crimson.
"Not now, let's go." he said in a firm tone, resting a hand upon the small Italian head. The German moved his fingers towards the small of the other's back in an intimate gesture.
Feliciano had been saved yet again. The little country hadn't yet comprehended why Germany came back for him, but all was well. Ludwig was there for him, Ludwig would always be there for him.