"He looks like me?" Ludwig asked
"Looked," Japan corrected "Yes, slick bronde hair under a hat, and big brue eyes."
Now Germany couldn't organize his thoughts. If this Holy Roman Empire meant something to Feliciano, did looking at him hurt the country? He never meant to hurt him. Maybe he should dye his hair maybe go lighter. Like his older brother, Prussia, but what would he say?
"Oh did mein little bruder vant to replicate the awesome me?"
Ludwig shuddered at the thought. Maybe darker instead.
"Herro Germany! Nippon to Doitsu are you there?" Kiku was running his hand in front of Ludwig's face.
"Vhat," Germany shook his head "Oh sorry Japan."
Japan waved it off "You seem rike something else is on your mind. Are you sure you don't wish to discuss it with me?"
"No, it's fine. So vhile Feliciano is busy let's get down to business."
-mid way through the "meeting"-
"Germany! Germany!" Italy came running over "Look at what I drew."
He shoved his picture in Germany's face. It was a picture of a rabbit.
"Italy this isn't new I've seen this one before. Try again." Ludwig said.
Italy tilted his head "Germany I've never painted this before."
A memory of drawing with Holy Roman Empire came creeping up on him. Him, and the Empire had drawn rabbits together, but that wasn't Germany. Why did he think the rabbit looked familiar? Feliciano was quick on his feet
"Oh haha silly me. I have drawn this before, with you Germany. I'm so sorry I'll go paint something new!"
He left the two countries rather quickly, before a pounding headache came along.
"That was weird, ne?" Kiku said. He looked over at Germany who was off in lala land "Doitsu I think we should concrude todays meeting. You don't seem really into it today."
Germany nodded. Kiku was right, until he got things squared away with Italy, his heart wouldn't be into anything.
Later on Japan left to take care of some work, and Germany decided to let Italy pick a place to eat.
"Is there somewhere we could get some pizza, or maybe a really nice pasta? I'm not picky about sauce, clam sauce, marinara, alfredo it's all delicious!" Feliciano was a big ball of energy.
Ludwig shook his head. How in the world could he fall in love with such a nitwit? An adorable nitwit, with the cutest curl on his head, and big vibrant eyes. Who was he kidding? It was easy for Germany to fall in love with his surrender happy companion. Speaking of surrendering
"what's that? In the distance. Oh pasta, it's the British Army!" Italy took of at a break neck speed.
"Italy you idiot! It's just und dog! Italy!" Germany ran after him, but when Italy was surrendering absolutely nothing could match his speed. Except for the rest of the Italian army.
Ludwig bent over and put his hands to his bent knees, his chest heaving in exertion. Why couldn't Italy show this kind of focus and dedication during training?
Italy came out from behind a tree, white flag in hand.
"Are they gone?" even in surrender mode, Ludwig was struck breathless at how beautiful the country looked with his shy smile, and the toes of his shoe drawing circles in the ground.
"Ja, Italy. It's okay." Ludwig offered what he hoped was a nice smile.
Italy ran into Germany hugging his chest. He dropped his makeshift flag on the ground.
"Good, I was so scared!"
Germany was shocked but held on to the nation, patting his back "Don't vorry. As long as I'm around no one vill ever hurt you I promise."
"Germany..you're such a good friend. Grazie."
"Bitte. Now come on let's see if we can find a nice place to eat, ja?"
They found a nice little Italian place.
"I don't remember this ever being here." Germany mused
"Oh, Lovino! Ciao!" Italy waved at his brother who was wearing a very nice, obviously Armani, suit.
"Oh hey. You guys need a table or something?" Lovino asked.
"Sí. Why?"
"Because this is my restaurant. I found out these potato loving bastards actually like wine and pasta. So Antonio, and I opened this place together. Makes me laugh when I ask them how my meatballs taste." Lovino laughed harshly. "Let me get you guys a table."
He walked them over to a nice booth in the corner. "So for appearances sake I'm Lovino and I'll be your waiter. What would you like to drink?" He set their menus on the table.
"Vater vill be fine for me." Germany said not looking at Romano.
"I'll start with a water. Can I see a wine list?" Feliciano said looking at his brother.
Lovino handed him a wine list "I'll go get those waters." he walked off.
Italy sat looking through the list "There is a lot of nice wines here. Germany what will you be having?"
"Hmm? Vhy?" Ludwig eyed Feliciano curiously.
"Well if you are getting a spaghetti like me then a Chianti would be best, but if you get a fish I'll change my order to how you get yours prepared if I should get a Chardonnay, Cabernet, or a Pinot Noir."
Germany was astounded at Italy and his knowledge. Why couldn't he be this knowledgeable and smart all the time?
"Mein Gott Italy! Vell you are the expert. I'll just get vhatever you get"
"Oh Germany, " Italy blushed. "Well ok let's see"
Lovino set the waters on the table "You guys find something?"
"Sí we both want the angel hair pasta with marinara sauce. Also bring us a bottle of Chianti Campani from Certaldo."
"Excellent choice. I'll be back with your wine." Lovino walked away. He was honestly happy his brother came in ordering the right drink with the right dinner. These gauche Germans pairing red wines with fish made him sick.
"Vow Italy. I had no idea you were smart when it came to vine."
Italy blushed and giggled "I am pretty sure being knowledgeable in thing like that is a requirement of being Italian."
"Color me impressed." Germany said.
He swallowed hard, realizing how beautiful Feliciano looked in the soft candle light in this somewhat romantic atmosphere.
"Feli." Germany started hesitantly, and went to grab his hands.
Italy nearly jumped. Ludwig hardly called him Feli. His heart started threatening to pound out of his chest as the German grabbed his hands
"Y-yes G-Germany?" He asked stuttering.
"Can I ask you something?" Ludwig wasn't looking at him now.
"Of course. You're by amico for life."
"Did you really tell Kiku that I looked like Holy Roman Empire?"
Feliciano looked away from Germany completely embarrassed and nodded.
"Vell do I really?" He squeezed the Italian's hands harder.
"Sí. You look so much like him. I was even hoping, when we first met, that you might be him. I lied to you. He was my first love."
Germany felt like someone shoved a knife into his heart. It was true the man he loved was using him as a replacement for his first love. Then again, Germany had a cloudy past, and couldn't remember everything. Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn't.
"Italy..." He reached across the table and grabbed the Italian's chin and forced him to look into his eyes.
"I'm going to find out. I vant to know, if maybe I am him."
Italy felt tears sting his eyes
"Maybe a kiss. It might spark something."
Both boys blushed, and were thankful for the low lighting. They leaned forward, table crushing into there stomachs. They hovered, breathing heavily, lips barely touching.
A wine bottle in an ice bucket was thrust onto the table.
"How clumsy of me. Here's your wine. Chigigi. Oh I'm sorry did I interrupt something?" Lovino asked angrily putting the wine glasses on the table.
Both boys ricocheted back into there seats, backs against the booth. Lovino had a sly smile on his face. No way that potato bastard was going to woo his brother. Feliciano may not be his favorite person, but he didn't like Germany even more.
No way this was going to happen. Feliciano deserved better. Maybe he'd introduce his brother to Prussia. He was much better than that macho potato.
A/N) ok I hope some are obvious like mein-mine and bruder-brother.
Nippon-Japan and Doitsu-Germany.
Ne is an expression like yeah or huh
Ja-yes
Grazie-thank you, bitte-your welcome
Ciao-how I used it, is an informal greeting.
Mein gott-my God
Amico-friend
Commit this to memory! Thanks to my friend HylianShadow86 for his multiple language knowing self!
You guys stoked by my wine knowledge? I'm no wine tester or nothing I just try not to be gauche.
Anyways and the plot thickens! Romano is so desperate he'll use Prussia! How's this going to affect things?
Hopefully HS86, And I won't get too hung up on Mario Kart 8 to forget updating our fics! Seriously guys this game is too much!