Welcome to my Hetalia blog. Here I go and post stuff with Germany, GerIta, Holy Rome and Chibitalia, and my Hetalia fics. I also post some other Hetalia related things on here as well. The only thing that's not completely Hetalia related are posts that contain Hetastuck/Fandomstuck. Otherwise the majority of this blog is Hetalia. Also, since not all pictures with Germany and Italy can be classified as romantic, I have created a friend tag called APH Steel Pact Duo. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It’s been forever since I’ve posted anything and if anyone on here is actually following my writing, I do have an announcement. Forget Me Not is getting a full reboot due to my muse not doing anything with the current plot. I’ve tried for so long to continue with the current story line with no avail so I decided that instead of keeping it unfinished, I’d reboot it. I’ve actually gotten pretty far with the new plot (up to 10 chapters right now) and I’m just focusing on plotting the story before actually writing it. I’m not sure if I should keep up the old story or not, but we’ll see.
“Italy,” Germany whispered as he gently shook Italy’s shoulder, “I’m going to take the dogs out, do you want to come?”
Every morning Germany would ask this, even though the majority of the time Italy would say no and turn over to go back to sleep, but there was always the odd time he would say yes. Today was one of them.
Italy sat up and stretched. “Sure, can I get some breakfast first though?”
“Of course.”
After Italy had his pastry and cappuccino he was much more awake and ready to face the cold autumn wind.
He tossed his scarf over his shoulder and said, “Hurry up Ludwig! I want to see the pretty leaves!”
“You saw them yesterday.”
“Ya but I didn’t see them in the park in the morning. Different atmosphere, different feeling.”
Ludwig shook his head and smiled fondly as he finished harnessing his dogs.
They left, making sure they had their keys and wallets in case they decided to stop at the cute little coffee shop near the park. Feliciano happily skipping alongside Ludwig, pausing when one of the dogs decided to sniff at something before continuing on.
Entering the almost empty park Feliciano paused to look at the playground.
“It’s sad that you don’t see as many kids out playing anymore.”
Ludwig bent down to clean up after one of his dogs. “Well it is only six in the morning,” he pointed out.
“Yeah,” Feliciano sighed as they made their way to the garbage, “but even during the day there aren’t as many as there used to be.”
Germany nodded. “Children still play outdoors, they just also play indoors more often.”
“True.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Italy smiled. “I was just being nostalgic is all.”
They left the entrance and continued deeper into the park, where more trees were planted and the path got thinner. Not enough to feel suffocating, just enough to feel cushioned and protected by the growth.
As Germany once again stopped as his dogs were sniffing a tree, Italy went off and started kicking up the pile of leaves off the side of the path.
He bent down and picked up a bunch and threw them in the air, letting them rain down around him.
“Ew,” he complained, nose crinkling in disgust as he wiped his hands off on his coat, “they’re wet.”
“That’s normal in the morning. It’s dew.”
Italy then quickly bent down to grab another handful of leaves before throwing them at Germany’s face.
“Ha!”
Ludwig grinned. “Oh you shouldn’t have done that.”
Feliciano squeaked, pretending to be scared.
Ludwig retaliated, picking up the leaves by is feet and threw them at Feliciano, missing his face and hitting his chest and his chin instead.
“Your aim sucks!”
“I threw with my none dominant hand of course my aim sucks.”
Feliciano laughed.
Ludwig let go of the leashes and commanded his dogs to stay. He picked up a huge pile of leaves with both hands and walked over to Feliciano. When he was close enough he dumped them on his head. A few sticking to his head.
“Unfair!”
“How was that unfair?”
“You crossed the line!”
“What line?”
Feliciano gestured to the path. “That line.”
They both laughed before Feliciano leaned close and rested his head on Ludwig’s chest.
“I like your laugh. I also really like it when I’m pressing my ear to your chest.”
“Yes I noticed.”
“Can we go?” Feliciano asked, not moving from his position against Ludwig. “My feet are getting cold.”
“Alright.” He grabbed the dogs leashes and they went on.
Walks are always much more lively when Feliciano is with me, Ludwig thought.
Summary: Rodreich is a deaf musician and his closest supporter is Elizabeta. Gilbert is a loud mouth flutist who likes to play air guitar and his favorite activity is to annoy his best friend Elizabeta. When Elizabeth introduces the two, Gilbert can’t help but be captured by the man and has made it his goal to be heard by the other.
A/N: I’m officially taking a break from Forget Me Not. I haven’t been getting anywhere with it so I decided to move on to other story ideas that have been waiting for me to work on them. So for inspiration for a new tatic of writing, I decided to revisit an old prompt and used it for a PruAus idea that I’ve been thinking about for a while. Hope you guys enjoy!
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Gilbert stalked back and forth on the stage, unable to keep still. A few eyes watched him, people who he called in for a favor. It was already bad enough he needed to ask Elizabeta for help but for his plan to work, he needed other people. The German’s gaze moved from the floor up to the only other two people on stage with him.
The first was Emil. His tousled hair almost looked silver with the current lighting and his eyes flashed between blue and purple when his gaze jumped from the pacing man back down to his violin case. He sat on the floor, busying himself with his bow but still took occasional glances at Gilbert when he thought the other wasn’t looking. Ivan, the other, laughed at this causing Gilbert’s gaze to fall on him. The German simply frowned, giving an annoyed huff as the beige-blond fixed his pink scarf more securely around himself and shifted in his seat on a piano bench. Out of all the people he asked for help, Gilbert regretted asking him. The Russian was amused by the whole situation, annoying Gilbert to no end.
Offstage was one other person, Feliciano, a trusted friend who worked with the drama club enough to handle the curtains for the stage. He had closed the curtains not that long ago and was currently on watch for Roderich. The Italian was supposed to come back if he saw the Austrian approaching. Gilbert moved his gaze back to the ground, continuing his pacing with more vigor.
“He may be deaf, but I’m certain he’ll hear you stomping back there.” Elizabeta’s voice came from the other side of the curtain. She was smiling. Gilbert could tell just from the tone of her voice.
“Shut up! This was your idea, not mine.” Gilbert stopped pacing, choosing to sit down where he left his flute case. He had already assembled the instrument but, due to his nerves, he started taking it apart so he could put it back together again.
“We’re going to have to tune it again if you keep doing that.” Ivan commented, causing Elizabeta to laugh while the German gave him a glare. He was stating the truth, but he didn’t care. He needed to do something when trying to settle his nerves.
“You’re the one who asked me the best way to do this.” Elizabeta finally managed to say, taking a chance to peek behind the curtain to see the state of her friend, “I made a suggestion and you’re the one going all out. I’m surprised really. Never thought you had it in you to go this far.”
Gilbert was moving to get up and comment when Feliciano rushed in from the left side of the stage, “He’s coming!”
Elizabeta was quick to move away from the curtain, leaving Gilbert alone with Ivan and Emil while Feliciano moved to the controls for the curtain. He bit his lip from nerves. The German was having second thoughts. This was one of the most elaborate things he’s ever done and was on the borderline of embarrassing. Well, embarrassing to someone who openly played an air guitar with a broom as a prop with no shame.
Emil surprised Gilbert with a pat on the shoulder as he passed by, helping Ivan move the piano to position on the stage. He smiled with appreciation as he heard Elizabeta purposely greet Roderich louder than normal. As the other two got everything set up last minute, Gilbert took a moment to peek from behind the curtain.
Roderich was in the middle of the auditorium, his violin case on the floor beside him while his hands were moving to form various phrases that he couldn’t understand. Gilbert frowned and squinted to see if he could pick up on what little he learned of sign language. Unfortunately, he couldn’t quite see clearly from the stage. The German sighed, wishing he put a little more effort into learning the language.
Gilbert remembered when he first met Roderich. He didn’t know what to make of the quiet man who only stared at him whenever he greeted him. At first, the German just thought that he was prissy rich kid who held himself higher than everyone around him. But when he griped about him to Elizabeta, she told him about his hearing loss. Roderich had gotten sick almost 5 years ago and because of that, he lost his ability to hear. The Austrian did have hearing aids but, for reasons Elizabeta never elaborated on, they were mostly used so he could hear his music better.
After that, Elizabeta personally went and introduced the two. The three of them would mostly meet up after school in the band room. Roderich was always playing the violin, though there were times he would dabble with the piano, and Gilbert couldn’t help but appreciate the music the Austrian played. The two of them even did a duet together, Gilbert playing his flute and Roderich on his violin. Somewhere along the way, the German found himself in a pickle. More often than he’d like to admit, Gilbert found himself trying to catch the other’s eye. It didn’t even matter if what he did made him a nuisance or not; he just wanted those violet eyes on him.
“You always act more outrageous around Roderich than normal.” Elizabeta had commented at one point after Gilbert had done something rather stupid, “It’s almost like you’re trying to get his attention.”
Gilbert had denied of course but when his brother started pointing it out, he started to become self-conscious. It wasn’t until two months ago he had actually realized his true feelings for the deaf man. The first thing he did was get Elizabeta to teach him how to sign. She had seemed suspicious at first before suddenly agreeing. He learned that she had caught on when she started teaching him how to say I love you and various romantic gestures after a couple of lessons. Gilbert almost immediately dropped the lessons right then but the girl egged him on. Unfortunately, the German got impatient and asked for a faster way to confess. That was when Elizabeta suggested playing Roderich a romantic song.
Gilbert decided right away that he was going to play it himself. He spent days looking up songs, trying to find the perfect one. After nearly a week of searching, he found one that sent out the right message. He just hoped it would impress Roderich. Elizabeta was thrown into the plan almost immediately. It was going to be easier for her to sign out the lyrics rather than having someone create a presentation to show them off. But while practicing, there was something missing.
Gilbert realized that the song he chose needed an accompanist in which he spent three days searching for someone to duet with. He was surprised to learn that Ivan was rather good at playing the piano, stumbling in on the man when meeting up with Roderich after school. The German was very hesitant in involving the Russian, but asked when he couldn’t find anyone else. Gilbert immediately liked the way the song sounded after that. Emil was actually a last minute add-on with him showing up out of the blue and joining in an impromptu moment on his violin. Liking the sound of the additional instrument, Gilbert had Emil join in on future practice sessions.
Gilbert’s mind was pulled back in the present from a cough from Feliciano and he shook his head to make him focus. The action caused the curtain to ripple and Roderich craned his head to look past Elizabeta. The German quickly jumped back, his face turning red since it looked like he was staring.
“Hm? Oh, no! Don’t be ridiculous.” Elizabeta said loudly with and equally loud laugh, “We’re the only ones here!”
“Feli, better get ready. He’s onto us.” Gilbert said, moving to pick up his flute from his case.
Ivan was in the middle of setting up some mics when the German ushered him to the piano. Emil finished it up with the help of Feliciano who ran onto the stage after noticing they weren’t fully ready. The moment the Italian turned on the mics was when Ivan and Emil started playing the song ‘Rather Be’ by Clean Bandit. Feliciano drew the curtain’s open, and once the auditorium was revealed, Gilbert was able to see Roderich sitting front row while Elizabeta stood in front of the stage. The Austrian’s gaze jumped between his two friends, surprise and confusion flashing behind his glasses.
Gilbert started playing when the lyrics were supposed to start. His focus stayed on the sitting musician as the confusion melted into pure surprise. Elizabeta signed the lyrics in time with the music, though Roderich didn’t spare her a glance. The two’s attention was only on each other and Gilbert let the music be his voice, wanting the deaf man to hear him for once. He didn’t let the music falter, even when he saw the brunet stand up half way through the performance. By the time the performance ended, Roderich was already edging towards the stairs leading up to the stage and nearly darted up them when the last note was played.
“W-Whoa, Rod!” Gilbert barely had time to put his instrument down before the Austrian reached him, signing at lightning speed, “Slow down! I don’t think Liz can translate that fast.”
Elizabeta simply laughed, leaning forward and resting her arms on the stage. “I told you he’d like it.”
“Well, what’s he saying?” The German asked, glancing at her. Roderich did the same and immediately started signing at her at the same speed.
“He said he didn’t know you could be so sophisticated.” She laughed. Roderich glanced at Gilbert and upon seeing his annoyed expression, he started signing again and gave her a frown of his own. “Hey! I only translated what you said.” Elizabeta spoke while she signed, a teasing smile on her face. “Don’t worry, I’m getting to the rest.”
She looked at Gilbert, her teasing smile turning into a smirk. “Take it as a compliment, okay? He’s surprised considering you’ve been acting more like a hooligan than normal.” The German gave her a sarcastic laugh and Roderich started signing again. Elizabeta waved a hand at him, rolling her eyes, “He wanted to know if you’re serious. He’s seen the lyrics before and wants to make sure you know the significance of those words you played for him.”
“Yes?” Gilbert raised an eyebrow and his eyes met the brunet’s questioning gaze. For some reason, it looked like the other didn’t quite believe him. “Yes, I’m serious.”
He didn’t even turn for a translation. Roderich wrapped his arms around the German and leaned up to peck his lips. Gilbert’s face flushed pink in surprise and only grew darker at the cheering and applause from the other three people on stage. The brunet’s eyes widened for a moment, almost as if he was surprised with his own actions as well, but gave the German a satisfied smile with his own cheeks brightening. He signed something and the platinum blonde looked over to Elizabeta.
“He said that he’s happy that you played for him, but you’re going to have to learn sign language. That is, unless you want to memorize more songs. He’s very willing to help me teach you.”
Gilbert looked back at Roderich, putting on a goofy half smile for him, “Challenge accepted, little master.”
A/N: Took me 7 months to write and around a week to finish editing, but it’s finally here! My muse may hate this story, but I’m not going to have these past 6 years go to waste. I’m going to finish this, even if it’s he last thing I do. Again, sorry for the short chapter. They may stay short until I get to chapter 16 or so (also, I need to start plotting out more chapters so this may go on hiatus after I get all my planned chapters out).
His breath came out in heavy pants as the sound of the second explosion erupted. He could feel the force of it wash over him as he used his body to shield the only thing that mattered. The world around him exploded into a thousand screams before becoming instantly silent a few seconds later. He slowly sat up, looking around the smoky darkness as a low ringing came to his ears. The air still irritated his throat, but he couldn’t help but sigh in relief before looking down at the man he protected from the blast.
“Italy.” He moved to cradle the Italian in his arms.
He did it. He got to his old friend before the second explosion took him. He was so happy; he couldn’t help but crack a smile as he brushed Italy’s hair to the side. The Italian didn’t react. Emotionless amber eyes stared back and his hand froze. He could feel his body become rigid and it felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“I-Italy?”
The brunet didn’t even blink. Despite the slight rise and fall of his chest, Italy looked dead and he didn’t know why. He felt his blood run cold and his body began to shake. He couldn’t have been too late, right? Just a moment ago, Italy was calling out his name. There had to be a reason why his friend wasn’t responding.
“Italy!” He called out, shaking the man in his arms.
Italy’s body stayed limp, his head lolling to the side with little effort. Panic was quick to set in. He called out the Italian’s name louder and louder, shaking him even harder than before. The brunet didn’t respond, his body acting almost as if it was just a simple rag doll.
“Italy, please!” He cried, his voice ringing throughout the darkness, “Please! Say something. Anything!” He cupped his friend’s cheek and turned his head as if seeing his distressed face would get the Italian to respond. “Please…” He whispered, feeling something trickle down his cheek.
With that same dead look, Italy spoke as clear as day, “Germany?”
Italy peered around the busy square, almost turning around in full circles as he searched for Germany. He pulled out his phone, looking at the address the blond had sent him the day before. There was no mistake that they were supposed to meet here. So where could the German be? Italy sighed as he put his phone away and looked that the shops and restaurants in the square. Germany never did specify where they were going to eat. The Italian just assumed they’d meet up and then choose a place at random.
After looking around once again, the brunet’s eyes spotted the German’s figure in front of a café. Happy to have finally found him, Italy went over to him. Germany seemed to have already ordered some coffee for himself when he took a seat across from the blond. A spare menu was sitting there and the Italian began to look through it.
“Sorry for making you wait! Did you order anything else yet?” Silence. Italy peered over the menu, wondering if Germany heard him. “Er… Germany?”
Still no response. Germany was just staring down into his coffee with a distant look in his eyes. He did look a bit tired too, but Italy assumed the blond was daydreaming. That happened to him too, though some of those daydreams were actually dreams… Getting out of his seat, Italy walked to the German’s side and waved a hand in front of his face with no reaction.
“Germany?” Italy called out with the same results.
He then decided to shake his arm lightly. Germany jumped in response and turned to look at the Italian when the brunet started laughing.
“S-Sorry.” The blond said, rubbing his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it. Must have been an interesting daydream!” Germany only hummed in response, though it didn’t sound too happy. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just had a lot of work and stayed up late to finish it.”
The blond suppressed a yawn while Italy went back to the menu, oblivious to the German’s lie. He didn’t want to tell his best friend about his reoccurring dream, or the fact that it had a new installment. Poor Germany woke up in the middle of the night after seeing how unresponsive the Italian was and couldn’t fall back asleep. He attempted to finish up his work to take his mind off the dream, but he couldn’t shake the bad feeling it gave him.
“Maybe you should take a siesta after lunch!” Italy said, giving Germany a warm smile, “That’s usually the best time to take one.” Germany chuckled, looking over at the brunet with amusement before drinking his coffee. The Italian simply tilted his head in confusion. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s nothing. You just reminded me of something.”
“Tell me!” Italy leaned forward, eyes shining with childlike curiosity.
“Well, it was common for you to try to convince me to take nap after lunch.”
“Really?”
Germany nodded, recounting the many times the Italian would try to get him to sleep whether it be on his own or together when Italy wanted to get out of something. He had to pause a few times when their waiter came along to take the brunet’s order and when their food was delivered. Italy’s attention never faltered, looking surprised yet amused with each story told.
“You then had me lay down beside you and, despite you saying you were going to stay awake, you fell asleep.” Germany watched as his friend put down his drink, trying to not spit it out with his contained laughter, “It may have been a failed attempt, but you at least had me taking a break which must have been your intention.”
“S-Sounds like something I would do.” He admitted after swallowing his drink.
The blond joined in the laughter with a chuckle and then it became quiet between the two friends. Italy went back to finishing off his sandwich while Germany stared into his coffee cup. He trailed his index finger along the rim, unsure of how to continue. Sure they were in a comfortable silence but as the two finished their lunch, the German noticed that the other would glance at him before looking to the sky or the busy square. He really wasn’t used to this.
“S-Sorry.” Germany finally voiced, gaining Italy’s attention, “I’m… not much of a conversationalist.”
The Italian gave him an understanding smile, “It’s okay. I’m going to guess that I was the talkative one when we hung out?” From the blond’s slow nod, Italy’s smile became sad. “Sorry.”
Germany shook his head, “Don’t be. It’s going to take some time to get back into the swing of things. I’m just going to have to be more vocal whenever we hang out for the time being.” The brunet gave him a appreciative smile. “You know; you can always call me if you need help with anything right? No matter how small it may be, I’ll be there to help in any way I can.”
“Mhmh. I know. I’ll be sure to call as soon as Romano is out of ear shot.”
The two laughed, and Germany couldn’t help but imagine the eldest Italian glaring at two of them and saying anything to prove that he didn’t care. Once their laughter subsided, the blond was about to say something when he suddenly closed his mouth shut. Italy took notice, watching the German look to the café next to them as he started drinking his coffee once again. He was about to ask what was wrong when he heard a familiar voice.
“Ah, there you two are!” France came up to their table, giving the Italian a friendly smile. Germany’s attention stayed on the café when the Frenchman’s gaze drifted between the two friends. “I have been trying to call you.” He continued, giving his attention fully to Italy though his voice lost its previous cheerfulness.
The brunet looked rather surprised and went to grab his phone from his pocket. “Oh, sorry. I forgot to raise the volume of my phone…” As Italy messed with his phone, Germany managed to wave down their waiter and asked for the check. “Why were you looking for us?”
“Romano was trying to call you before, but you never picked up. I came to visit and he asked me to come get you since he was working on some paper work.”
“Oh, well, can you give me some more time? Germany was just about to-“
“Don’t worry about it.” Germany piped up, taking the check from the waiter and paying it in full, “You shouldn’t keep Romano waiting. It must be important if he’s calling you back so early.”
“Mmm. I suppose… Can I call you later?”
The blond shook his head, getting out of his seat. “I have some things to finish up. I’ll be sure to call and we can schedule a training date.”
“Alright. See you later, Germany.”
The German waved in response and Italy noted how fast he left after stiffly walking around France. Glancing back at said Frenchman, the Italian saw the blond glance to where Germany went. He looked sad, but why? France sighed after a moment and motioned for Italy to follow. He did and he promised himself he’d figure out why those two were acting so weird around each other.
Summary: Both Feliciano and Ludwig haven’t been acting like themselves. Kiku decides that it’s up to him to figure out what’s going on. Three part story
Pairings: Eventual (?) GerIta
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
A/N: It’s finally finished! I was going to update Forget Me Not first, but I got stuck. But I can finally say that I finished a multi chapter fic. I just need to kick my muse into action so I can finish a major multi chapter fic. Until then, I got one-shots to help keep my muse happy and a possible n s f w thing that might come to life if I ever get the courage to write it. I also definitely need to rework how I write my multi chapter stuff. That way what’s going on with Forget Me Not doesn’t happen again. Though I’ll figure something out. Enjoy and see you guys in the next post.
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Feliciano moved through the ocean of students, occasionally looking at the room numbers to make sure he was going the right way. The Italian always wondered why the halls always seemed to be busier after school on Wednesdays. It was terrible, especially when you had to make it to club meetings or meetings in general. As Feliciano moved further down the hall, there became less and less students which the brunet breathed a sigh of relief to. He looked at the classroom numbers once again and opened the door to room 254. After making sure the room was empty, the Italian made sure to put the room’s doorstop between the door and its frame before dumping his backpack on one of the desks and sat down.
Feliciano pulled his cellphone out and texted Kiku with nervous fingers. He didn’t like being in this room alone. Last time he was alone in here, the door closed and got stuck causing the poor Italian to be trapped for almost three hours. As the brunet waited for his friend’s response, he wondered why the Japanese man chose this room out of all the other available ones in the school. Everyone knew that the door to this classroom loved to get stuck. The only way to get out was for someone outside to open the door which was why the door was either left open or use the doorstop kept it cracked during class.
To calm his nerves, Feliciano began taking out his Chemistry book and notes. The brunet was happy that Kiku finally found some time to help him study, even if it was the day before his big exam. He would have been there with the Italian, but Elizabeta needed the darker haired man for a favor, causing Feliciano to go on alone. But it was okay! Once Kiku showed up, he would help the brunet. The Japanese man knew many ways to make his work sound simpler, just like Ludwig did!
Feliciano blinked at the sudden thought of the German and did his best to push it aside. Unfortunately, the thought of Ludwig was a hard one to pass up and his thoughts immediately went to their disastrous study session. Sadness was quick to settle in and the Italian couldn’t help but internally yell at himself. Why couldn’t he pay attention? He just had to zone out and let that kiss happen, didn’t he? Ugh. Nothing was ever going to be the same between the two of them again!
A loud squeak broke Feliciano out of his thoughts and he looked up to see the door opening up. The brunet sighed with relief. Kiku showed up at the most opportune moment. The Italian could really use a distraction. But as Feliciano stood up to greet the Japanese man, he came to see that it was Ludwig at the door. The German was just checking the doorstop when his blue eyes met with surprised amber ones.
The calm air became tense as the two friends stared at one another. Feliciano could just feel his blood run cold and his head seemed to feel lighter than it did just a second ago. Ludwig looked equally tense, his hand still on the door’s handle and his backpack hanging off one arm. The two of them just stared. Neither of them seemed to know what to do. In an attempt to break the unsettling silence, Feliciano moved his stiff arm to give the blond a small wave.
“Hi, Ludwig.” His voice was quiet. It seemed almost unnatural to him.
“Hello.” The German’s was equally quiet, though he cleared his throat and continued a bit louder, “I-I’m sorry for disturbing you.”
“Oh, you don’t need to apologize.” Feliciano laughed, “I’m just waiting for Kiku. He’s going to help me study.”
The brunet bit his lip at the word study while Ludwig flinched. The blond recovered after a few seconds and gave the other a silent nod while pulling his backpack back onto his shoulder. He had moved away from the door, but it looked like he wanted to leave.
“I-I was going to meet up with Elizabeta here. She said she had an idea for a club but we can talk about that outside since you need the room.”
“Wait!” Feliciano called out, seeing Ludwig move to head outside. The blond paused, giving Feliciano some courage to continue. “W-Why don’t you stay? You can sit at a desk and be comfortable that way instead of standing outside.”
Ludwig stared at the brunet. He could see those begging eyes and Feliciano even motioned to all the available desks in the room for emphasis. It was…tempting. As much as he wanted to sit and enjoy his friend’s presence once again, he didn’t want to deal with anymore awkward silence than he had to.
“No, it’s okay.” The blond shook his head, giving the Italian an apologetic look, “Thanks anyway.”
It hurt to see Feliciano looking sad at his rejection, but the brunet just nodded and offered him a smile in return. “Alright. I’ll see you later then?”
He nodded and turned to leave the classroom once again. As he approached the door, it sounded like students were arguing outside and only proceeded to get louder. Just as Ludwig moved to push the door open, two people slammed against the door causing the German to jump back. Through the window, he was able to see Alfred, the school’s Quarterback, being pushed by Ivan, a Wide receiver. The two teammates yelled at each other and nearly started wrestling in the middle of the hall when a teacher came along and broke them up before leading the two away.
“What happened?” Feliciano was standing in front of his desk, trying to peek out the door window.
“Looks like Alfred and Ivan got into another argument.” Ludwig shrugged, adjusting his backpack once more, “It’s best to ignore the reasoning when it comes to those two.”
After determining that it was safe to leave, the blond pushed against the door only for it to not open. He blinked in confusion, looking to the ground to see the doorstop had been dislodged. Ludwig felt his body grow cold at the realization that Alfred and Ivan closed the door on them during the fight. In one last effort to see if he could force the door open, the German rammed his shoulder into the door. The only thing that resulted was having Feliciano inch closer to the front of the classroom with worried eyes.
“Um…” Ludwig looked over to the brunet, mirroring the Italian’s worried look, “I’m afraid we’re stuck in here.”
“W-What?” Feliciano squeaked, the color draining from his face.
The poor Italian thought back to when he was last stuck in this classroom and had to lean against a desk to steady himself. Those three hours came back. Nobody was around to hear him banging on the door. What if the same thing happened, except he was stuck there for the whole night?! Feliciano nearly ran to the door, banging on it and rattling the handle in desperation while he called for help. There couldn’t of only been Alfred and Ivan in the hall. Someone else must be out there!
“Give it up, Feliciano.” Ludwig sighed, “There’s no one else out there now. You’re just wasting energy.”
The Italian stopped, standing there in silence before moving to sit at a desk. He was shaking like a leaf and could only internally panic. His heart seemed to be trying to beat out of his chest and his eyes began to sting. Ludwig immediately took Feliciano’s place and the Italian watched as the blond leaned up against the wall to stare out the window with crossed arms. The German was stuck in here with him. He wasn’t alone. That thought alone calmed the Italian. Ludwig was with him and keeping watch. Feliciano’s heart slowed to a steady beat and he took a deep breath. He didn’t need to panic. Everything was going to be okay.
Feliciano jumped when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly got it out and saw he had a message from Kiku.
I apologize for taking so long. After helping Elizabeta, Mr. Aden asked for some help.
Feliciano felt his hope fall then rise again. Kiku was their key out!
Please hurry! The door closed and now I’m stuck in here with Ludwig.
After a few seconds passed by, Kiku sent another response. I’ll try to hurry. I’m already in the middle of helping him. Why don’t you talk to Ludwig about what happened?
He felt the blood run from his face and his heart nearly stopped. No! I can’t talk to him about that now. I don’t know what to say. What if he shuts me out?
He wants to talk. Trust me on this. You just need to give him the push to do so.
Feliciano stared at Kiku’s last message, feeling his heart beat racing again. He was right, but he was scared. Their friendship was hanging by a thread. The Italian didn’t want to be the one to make it snap. With a deep breath, the brunet pocketed his phone and turned his attention to his best friend.
“H-Hey, Ludwig?” Feliciano spoke up, causing Ludwig to glance at him for a moment before looking back out the window, “We need to talk.”
“About what?”
“About…what happened…”
Ludwig’s body seemed to become rigid, face brightening up before the blond began fidgeting. He refused to look back at the other man, reaching out to try the doorknob once again as if the door would magically become unstuck despite knowing otherwise. The silence that was somewhat comfortable before became tense, even more so under the Italian’s eye.
“…There’s nothing to talk about.” he finally stated, continuing to stare out the window.
Feliciano was quiet, staring at the one person who became his first best friend. Was that accidental kiss really going to tear apart their friendship? The brunette’s eyes began to sting at the possibility, but he blinked away the tears that wanted to form.
“Yes there is!” Feliciano almost shouted, standing up quickly.
Ludwig’s head snapped towards the smaller boy, surprised by the brunette’s actions. His body stiffened up upon seeing Feliciano in distress. Those amber eyes shining with forming tears, body shaking from pent up emotion… Ludwig never liked seeing Feliciano so upset, but even with his instinct to step forward and comfort him came; the blond couldn’t move.
“…You probably already felt it.” Feliciano continued, his voice quieter as his gaze fell to the floor, “Every time we see each other… it’s just been one awkward encounter after another. It’s like we have begun to build a wall between each other and…” A sniffle was heard and when he finally brought his head up to look Ludwig in the eye, the tears he had been trying to keep back began rolling down his cheeks. “Are we going to be able to stay friends? I don’t want to think about not being around you…” Wiping the tears with the back of his hand, Feliciano lowered his gaze once again. “We… we could pretend it never happened. I just want us to be back to where we were before…”
Ludwig stared at Feliciano, unsure of what to say… unsure of what to do. He really had a strong urge to just go and embrace the Italian, to say that everything was going to be okay. But would everything really be okay? Releasing a frustrated sigh, Ludwig pushed a hand through his hair and walked to the other side of the classroom, very aware of the amber eyes that followed his every move.
“This… this isn’t something we can just ignore!” Ludwig voiced, throwing his hands in the air and covering his face, “We can’t just… pretend that kiss didn’t happen. This isn’t some problem that we can word differently just because we don’t like it. If anything, that’s just going to make things more awkward!”
“Then what?” Feliciano asked, moving towards Ludwig, afraid of what the blond would say, “I don’t want to stop being friends. I… I didn’t mean to ruin our friendship!”
“You ruin our friendship?” Ludwig lowered his arms, staring at the other, “Why are you taking the blame for all of this?”
“Because I-” Feliciano paused, staring back at Ludwig with confusion, “You… don’t blame me for the kiss?”
Ludwig opened his mouth to speak, but nothing coherent came out. He quickly shut his mouth, cheeks reddening. Feliciano’s face wasn’t paler in comparison as the whole thing donned on the two of them. The silence seemed suffocating, but neither could figure out what to say. Despite what was being implied, it had to be too good to be true. They couldn’t both be at fault.
“Ludwig…” Feliciano was the first to break the silence. The Italian seemed to have recovered, eyes looking hopeful as he stepped closer to the blond. “I do like you. Like… really like you.”
The German’s face only got redder, though he did manage to find his voice this time, “I… really like you too.”
A big smile formed on Feliciano’s lips as he rushed over to Ludwig and hugged him. Laughter filled the room, at first only the brunet’s but the blond followed suit before hugging the other back. The room soon became silent as Feliciano pulled away, a few stray tears from before escaping but were quickly wiped away.
“I’m so happy.” The Italian beamed, taking Ludwig’s hand into his and squeezing it.
“Me too.” He responded squeezing back.
Feliciano went and hugged him again. The two shared the pleasant silence, enjoying the new closeness between them. The smaller man moved back slightly, staring up into the blue of the German’s eyes. As if by instinct, Feliciano moved closer as Ludwig leaned down and tilted his head. Their lips were just inches away when a loud squeak made them jump away from each other.
“Did you two get together yet?” Alfred called from the open doorway.
The new couple’s faces turned bright red seeing that along with the Quarterback, there was also Kiku, Elizabeta, and Ivan in the doorway. The two of them spluttered incoherent sentences while Kiku and Elizabeta glared at the American. Alfred noticed and gave the two a confused look.
“What?”
“Alfred, you’re too loud.” Ivan shook his head, feeling sorry for the couple.
“W-What’s the meaning of this!” Ludwig shouted, finally having a grip on words. His anger had finally taken over his embarrassment of the situation.
“I apologize, Ludwig, Feliciano.” Kiku stepped forward, “This was for your own good.”
“What do you mean?” Feliciano asked, staring at everyone in confusion.
“We came up with a plan to get you two together.” Elizabeta elaborated.
“Though, locking you guys in here wasn’t part of the plan.” Alfred offered with a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, “That was pure improv on my part. I was just being a hero and saving the day!”
“Yeah, with three days detention.” Ivan pointed out coldly.
The American laughed and slapped the Russian’s back, “It’s worth it in the end.” By the look in Ivan’s eye, he didn’t believe it.
“But why?” Ludwig demanded, “What could have possibly made you guys come up with this scheme!”
“I’m the one who talked to the two of you.” Kiku reminded, “Both of you admitted to having feelings for the other.”
“Why not just tell us then?”
“Would either of you believed me if I said so?” The silence in the room answered Kiku’s question. “You had to see it for yourselves and this was the only way.”
“Besides,” Elizabeta smiled, walking into the room and guided Feliciano back to Ludwig’s side, “The two of you look adorable together. Everyone suspected it was going to happen eventually.”
Ludwig’s face flushed with embarrassment once again and tried to make words come out of his spluttering mouth. Alfred and Elizabeta just laughed while Ivan commented on how lively everyone was getting. Feliciano just simply smiled, feeling just as embarrassed as the German, but also happier than he’s felt in a while. He locked eyes with Kiku who was smiling at his two friends, happy with the outcome. The Italian mouthed a quick thank you to him and took Ludwig’s hand into his own once again.
“Hey, since both of you are here, can you help me study for the exam tomorrow?”
Summary: Both Feliciano and Ludwig haven’t been acting like themselves. Kiku decides that it’s up to him to figure out what’s going on. Three part story
Pairings: Eventual (?) GerIta
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
A/N: My muse has some obvious hatred for one of my stories because I was able to finish writing this within 2 days (with 123 words written before I switched to focus on FMN) and took 2 days to edit. And now you guys will see why I’m laughing at the eventual GerIta part (though it should be funny either way bc this is just a 3 part story after all). So this is just as short as the first chapter and I’m hoping the third will be longer (it probably will be because I plotted part of it before starting the first part and it’s already on it’s second page so). Enjoy everyone!
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The bell rang for the last time that day and Kiku could only sigh. The Japanese man had been hoping he could talk to Ludwig about what happened with Feliciano. If he was going to help the Italian figure out how to talk to the blond, it was best that he got the German’s feelings into account. Unfortunately, Kiku couldn’t find the right time to talk to Ludwig about it. Out of all the classes they shared, they only sat next to each other in one and that class had a rather strict teacher who did write ups at a drop of a hat. The other two classes might have worked better if the majority of the school’s main gossipers weren’t in them.
Kiku gathered his things from his locker, planning on how he could approach the German the next day without Feliciano around. Just as the Japanese man shouldered his backpack and closed his locker, he noticed Ludwig walking by alone. This could be his chance!
“Ludwig!” Kiku called out to the blond and made his way through the crowd of students that were either taking their sweet time in the halls, or fighting to make it through the halls between those who just stood around.
Ludwig turned at the sound of his friend’s voice and offered a hand to pull the smaller man beside him so they could walk alongside each other. “Hello, Kiku. Is the newspaper club meeting today?”
“Not until next week. Were you about to pick up Feliciano for that?”
The German shook his head, fixing the straps of his backpack, “No… I actually have to head home now. Gilbert said he has something planned and needs my help.”
“Is Feliciano going to be walking home with us again?”
Kiku hoped not. The three of them lived within walking distance between each other and it was common for them to walk home together. If Feliciano were to walk with them, he would be with them through most of the trip and by the time the Italian got home, Ludwig would be only a couple houses away from his home. There wouldn’t be any time for Kiku to talk to him at all.
“He’s helping the drama club with something today.” Ludwig replied.
Kiku internally cheered. “I see.” He said, trying his best to sound nonchalant about it.
Ludwig just simply hummed in response and the two of them walked together in silence. As they made their way out of school, Kiku contemplated on how to approach the situation with Ludwig. He really wanted to be upfront with the German, but he also didn’t want Ludwig to weasel out of the conversation due to embarrassment.
“Did… you and Feliciano get into a fight?” Kiku asked when they were out of ear shot of any students.
Ludwig raised an eyebrow at him, surprised at the sudden question out of the blue. “No? What gave you that idea?”
“Well, you used me as a wall to separate the two of you for one thing. You guys barely had a full conversation with each other either.” The darker haired man counted the reasons with his fingers, watching the German come to realize his actions. “Something happened and neither of you looked too happy to be around each other.”
The blond blinked in surprise, staying silent as his gaze moved to the ground. His face seemed to brighten and he adjusted his backpack on his shoulders. “I didn’t realize…” Ludwig paused and sighed before looking straight ahead, “Kiku, I know you mean well but I don’t want to talk about it. It was just a simple mistake. I can sort things out myself.”
Kiku began to internally panic. He couldn’t let his friend avoid talking about what happened! “Feliciano told me!” He blurted it out so abruptly, he made Ludwig stop mid-step.
“W-What?” Ludwig stared at the smaller man wide eyed and almost looked pale.
“He told me what happened during lunch.”
The German looked shocked for a moment before frowning. Kiku could tell that Ludwig was angry and heard him mutter, “That’s exactly like Feli” under his breath before giving his attention to the Japanese man. “If you knew, why act like you didn’t know anything?”
“I apologize. I was hoping you’d openly talk about it without me asking about it.” Kiku admitted, “I only wanted to help you guys out. You’re both my friend and I would hope that you would come to me if something was bothering you. I just don’t want you two to grow apart because of this.”
“I don’t want to talk.” Ludwig stated, waving his hand in an attempt to dismiss the topic for good as he continued walking home.
“Well you have to talk about it sometime!” Kiku stressed, moving to catch up with him, “Feliciano feels like he did something wrong!”
Once again Ludwig had to stop mid-step, this time nearly tripping on his own feet. Kiku could see that the blond was both surprised and confused before his gaze fell to the ground once again. “That’s like him; taking the blame when it’s really my fault.”
“Your fault?”
He stayed silent and sighed as he continued walking at a slower pace. Kiku frowned with sadness as he followed, feeling disappointed in himself. Ludwig didn’t look like he was going to elaborate and the smaller man wasn’t sure if he should risk getting his friend mad or if he should drop the subject altogether.
“I’ve… liked Feliciano for a while now.” Ludwig spoke in a quiet voice, making Kiku turn his head in surprise, “Remember when I told you I was getting ready for a date back in freshman year?” Kiku thought for a moment before silently nodding. “Well… that was supposed to be a date with Feliciano.”
“Oh?” Kiku asked.
The German nodded, feeling his face heat up at the memory. “Emphasis on supposed. I had thought he shared the same feelings but he wasn’t treating it like a date. I’ve been doing everything I could to not ruin our friendship since, but it looks like I screwed up.”
“Ludwig, you didn’t ruin it.”
“Kiku, I used you as a wall to separate me and Feli and I made up excuses so I wouldn’t be around him alone.” Well, Kiku couldn’t deny that but that didn’t stop the Japanese man from rolling his eyes at Ludwig. “I’m sure Feli told you about our study session.”
“He did, but I’d like to hear your side of the story.”
“What’s there to say?” Ludwig asked, kicking the ground in frustration, “I was explaining the questions to him and I think we got too close. You know how he likes to kiss my cheek as a thank you sometimes? Well, I’m sure he was going to do that and I turned my head and we just…” He growled in both frustration and embarrassment, slapping a hand to his red forehead.
“I panicked after we pulled away.” He continued, sadness overtaking his embarrassment, “I made up some excuse and left as fast as I could. I have been trying to figure out how to talk to him about all of this, but as you saw it’s just been too awkward.”
Kiku nodded, “I can see that, but avoiding the topic isn’t helping. You guys need to talk as soon as possible.”
“I know, but I can’t just speak to him about it right now!”
“Ludwig, please-” Kiku tried to reason with the blond, but the German moved ahead and glanced back at the Japanese man.
“Thank you Kiku for listening and for your concern, but I just can’t deal with this right now. Just let me figure things out first and then I’ll talk to him.”
Before Kiku could say another word, Ludwig ran to his house that was just a few doors down. The smaller man could just stand there, stunned at the blond’s sudden retreat. After a moment of letting Ludwig’s words sink in, he sighed and shook his head as he continued walking home. What’s there to figure out? Everything is as clear as day! As Kiku neared his house, he glanced back at Ludwig’s house with a determined look. He was going to get those two to talk and once they did, they’d have to realize their mutual feelings for each other.
// Hey, friends, I just had someone try a fishing attempt on my blog. If it wasn’t a bot and instead a real person: back up, creep.
That being said, apparently this is a thing that has happened before to other people, and I’m grateful for my suspicion. If you get a youtube video (one by C.rosa R.osa in my case - apparently a favorite for this) randomly sent in as a submission, and you see some name with a sketchy h.otmail email address linked to it, DO NOT CLICK ON THE EMAIL ADDRESS. The video is just a link to y.outube, yes, but the email link is not. It is a fishing attempt and will lead you to a blank page. Fortunately I looked this up before I did anything, so joke’s on you asshole.
This is so incredibly random, and I’ve never had this happen before, but it weirded me tf out enough to make a post about it.
Anyway, again, for that person who submitted that - get the hell off of my blog and off of tumblr. Ridiculous.
got the same video sent to me twice by two different bots, didnt think the email wasnt bad but since it submitted twice i flagged both as spam, but now that i know it would be good anyways im reblogging to spread the word
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