Hehe. Romance.
Disclaimer: I no own APH.
One thing that Ludwig knew—you were not supposed to fall in love with the prisoners. The prisoners were supposed to get bored, start talking to the tight-lipped cold guard, and the guard would ignore him for a few days before slowly opening up. Then, the prisoner would start asking more personal questions, and the guard would ask personal questions, and then the guard would help the prisoner escape at the last minute before the prisoner got killed. Then, the guard would get caught and nearly killed, and the prisoner would come back and rescue the guard before he got tortured to death. Prisoner would get pardoned, and then they would live happily ever after. End of story. At least…that was what it said in all the books, but Gilbert had always insisted that books were bullshit.
Maybe he was right.
As soon as the guards had shoved the skinny little brown-haired Italian into the cell, Ludwig had felt his cheeks heating and his heart thumping painfully in his chest. Just one sight of the amber eyes made his tongue tie and his knees turn to jelly. At first, Ludwig had been a little confused—after all, it'd never happened before. But then he'd made the mistake of talking to Gilbert, or perhaps it was the right thing to do? Anyway, Gilbert (after laughing for about ten minutes) had finally told him that he was in love—such a foreign, strange concept that Ludwig hadn't even considered before. Gilbert had laughed even harder—and longer—when he realized that Ludwig had fallen in love with the frickin' prisoner!
So Ludwig was standing outside the cell, at least three guns on his entire body, working up the courage to talk to the beautiful amber-eyed prisoner.
"Uh…Hallo." He started, shifting uncomfortably when the amber eyes snapped onto him. "Entschuldigung." He muttered, looking back down.
"Why apologize?" Ludwig was startled when he heard the little Italian speak English—albeit weakly, but still audible. The man squeaked and huddled deeper into the corner when Ludwig's cold blue eyes found his warm, amber ones. Mein Gott, I love his eyes. Ludwig thought, unintentionally staring.
"Scusa, scusa, scusa, scusa, scusa, scusa!" The Italian squeaked, seeming to huddle deeper, deeper into himself, as though Ludwig would hurt him. He probably thought Ludwig would hurt him, judging by the way he was acting and the way he was dragged out of the cell every day at 4 o'clock for 'interrogation'.
"No, I didn't mean—" Ludwig sighed and rubbed his forehead. "There's nothing to apologize for, wenig Italienisch."
"Feliciano." Ludwig's head whipped up. "My name is Feliciano."
Ludwig came to the Feliciano's cell to the sound of sobs, accompanied by the soft whimper every once and a while. He glanced into the cell quizzically, trying to see what was going on, trying to figure out what was happening to his dear little Feliciano. "Feli…?" He asked, trying to see through the darkness. Ludwig nearly blushed at the nickname; Feliciano had told him to call him 'Feli' almost three days after they'd first met.
Glancing around to make sure no one was there, Ludwig quietly opened the cell up and slipped inside. There was no way Feliciano was going anywhere, not by the sounds he was making. Inching closer to Feliciano's corner, he noted how thin the Italian was and grimaced.
"Feli? Feliciano, what's wrong?"
The only reply was a whimper, and then Feliciano dragged himself into the light.
Ludwig had to resist the urge to puke—the poor boy was dressed in rags, and whatever skin he could see was covered in cuts, bruises, burns, and other strange markings. He was thin, much too thin, and looked like he would break at a touch. There were more scars on Feliciano's body than he had gotten in his entire life. His left leg was obviously broken, and had been broken several times in many different places. The same had happened for his right arm, and his face was half covered in horrible burns, and for an awful moment Ludwig realized that one of his beautiful amber eyes was gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone… He barely noticed when Feliciano threw his broken body into Ludwig's arms, sobbing, just wanting the human contact—well, the good kind of physical contact— he'd been starved of for so long. Ludwig was still reeling over the fact that one of Feli's beautiful amber eyes was gone.
Gone.
"What do they want so badly?" Ludwig found himself asking, wanting to find a good reason for this inhumane torture.
"M-My nonno is the h-head of the I-I-Italian resistance." Feliciano sobbed, holding onto the guard's uniform weakly. "He told me things, important things, and…they want what's in my head. I want to give up! But I can't!"
Ludwig pulled the boy in closer, trying to comfort him. "Sh, sh. It…It will be fine." Then, a glimmer of an idea entered his mind. "I'll get you out of here." Ludwig said quietly, heart breaking when he saw just one beautiful amber eye looking up at him. "I promise."
"I swear! He's stronger than that. If you let him stay with me, it will loosen his tongue. I will keep watch over him, I swear! He may be mentally strong, but physically he's quite weak."
"…"
"Please, sir, you're not going to go anywhere if you keep torturing him."
"…Alright, soldier. But only because I trust you."
"Danke, sir."
Ludwig carried his little Italian into his house and set him on the couch before turning to close the door. Glancing over to see a peaceful expression on his broken face, Ludwig walked over and placed a gentle hand on Feliciano's scarred cheek.
The amber eye fluttered open. "Wha…?"
"Sh, you're in my house. You'll be safe now."
Feliciano stared at him uncomprehendingly for a moment, before letting out a soft cry and leaping for Ludwig, catching him in an awkward hug (Feliciano's whole body was wrapped in a cast). " спасибо!" Feliciano cried, burying his head in Ludwig's strong chest.
"Just keeping my promise." Ludwig muttered gruffly, and was extremely startled when the Italian leapt up and kissed him. Turning extremely red in the face, Ludwig looked into Feliciano's one beautiful amber eye and kissed him back.
Hehehehehe. Romance. What a funny thing.
So this is set in the Second World War, and Feliciano's grandfather is the head of the Italian resistance. Feli got caught and was interrogated because he knew some important stuff, and the guard Ludwig manages to get him out.
Use your imagination to know what comes next.
German
Hallo-Hello
Entschuldigung-Sorry
Mein Gott: My God
Wenig Italienisch: Little Italian
Danke: Thank you
Italian
Scusa: Sorry
Nonno: Grandfather
Grazie: Thank you
Other
Arigato: Thank you
Спасибо: Thank you
These are all rough translations from Google translate. Tell me if I'm wrong, because I don't want to screw up anyone else's language.