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[potatoinperil]

My entry for Hetabang! It’s part of a YLIA au :D

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My part for the hetabang project! It’s still technically the 28th when I submitted this so I’m still in the clear

For my part of the project I did a short GerIta one shot that takes place in the high school AU

(Please excuse any Italian I might’ve used, I do not speak the language)

Music thumped loudly throughout the house, drowning out all other noises save for the loud cheers and boos of the other party goers. It was a typical high school party. Kids were drinking, some were dancing like they were going to die the next day, some were unconscious, and some were being wall flowers, hanging near the side, most likely dragged there by siblings or sheer boredom. The last was the case for Feliciano, except it wasn’t his sibling. It was Antonio, a friend of his fratello. He’d insisted they both come, and Feli caved pretty quickly, whereas Lovi took a little more persuasion and a bucket of tomatoes. The Spainard had wandered off to where his friend group resided the moment they arrived, telling the brothers to enjoy themselves. Lovi hid in one of the guest rooms with a few others that didn’t want to come, including Matthew, a quiet Canadian boy that had been dragged over by his brother. Feli had sat with them for a while before he grew hungry. Lovi wouldn’t share his tomatoes, so the poor Italian had to venture out into the sea of drunks and dancers. The moment he cracked the door open, the scent of alcohol and sweat hit him, and kids pushed against the door unknowingly. He frowned and squeezed his way out, shutting the door behind him.

Pushing his way through the crowd was more difficult than he once thought. They bounced and jumped and backed up, and he ended up getting tossed around quite a bit.

“Scuza!” he cried frantically everytime he tried to get by someone, only to be accidently shoved aside. After what felt like at least twenty minutes, he made it to the kitchen, where the snacks were stored. He stepped through the threshold, sighing in relief. There was a noticeable temperature change in the air around him, most likely from the lack of bodies and the heat they produced. It felt stale, almost. He shuddered mildly and walked to the numerous bowls. Chips and pretzels and other usual party snacks filled them. Feli glanced at the rest of the food and huffed. Not a single bit of pasta in sight. He didn’t know what he expected, it was a party, not a family gathering. Still, it was upsetting. He grabbed a potato chip and sighed, taking a boring bite out of it. What even is a boring bite? He pondered it while snacking on the salty food. Through the sound of the crunching of the potato chip, he heard someone step into the kitchen, the soles of their shoes softly tapping against the linoleum. Feli didn’t look at them as he leaned against the island, head resting in the palm of his hand while he munched. Whoever it was opened the fridge and grabbed something. The door to the fridge closed and something that sounded similar to a can opened. The person leaned on the counter beside the bored male. Feli glanced up at them. It was a tall blonde that he vaguely recognized as Ludwig from one of his classes.

“Ciao,” he greeted softly. Ludwig turned his head with a confused hum.

“Hallo,” he took a sip from the can. Feli sighed and grabbed another chip. “What’s wrong?”

“Hm?” He looked up at Ludwig. “Oh, there’s no pasta. I’m a little bummed about it,”

“I have some chocolate, if you want it,” He offered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a German chocolate bar. Feli smiled and took it.

“Grazie,” he unwrapped the chocolate and took a bite. The candy melted in his mouth and he sighed.

“Is it good?”

“Italian chocolate is better,” he commented. “But this is good too,” He took another bite. Ludwig chuckled lightly. They sat in silence for a while, Feli quietly eating the chocolate and Ludwig drinking what Feli had discovered was beer.

“Did someone drag you here too?” Feli broke the silence.

“Nein, my bruder set this whole thing up,”

“So this is your house?” Ludwig nodded.

“Who made you come here?”

“Antonio,” The blonde nodded in understanding. The silence returned, this time awkward and uncomfortable. Minutes pass before angry shouting is heard through the loud music. Soon, a familiar Italian weaves his way into the kitchen, curl frazzled and bent.

“Idiota! What are you doing with the potato bastard?!”

“He gave me chocolate,” He held up the almost gone bar of chocolate.

“And?”

“It’s good chocolate,” Lovi grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“I doubt it,” Feli huffed and broke off a piece, handing it to Lovi. Lovi took it and eyed it, as if it were poisoned.

“Just try it,” Lovi popped the tiny piece of chocolate into his mouth. He ate it slowly before swallowing. “So, how was it?”

“...It was good,”

“So I can stay here with Ludwig?”

“...Fine,” Feli grinned.

“Grazie!” He leapt at his brother, glomping him in a hug.

“Yeah Yeah, get off!” Lovi whined, pushing his younger brother away. Feli backed off and smiled slightly at his brother as Lovi walked away. Feli then leaned back on the counter, popping the last small piece of chocolate into his mouth with a happy sigh. Feli glanced at Ludwig, sensing that the silence was getting a bit uncomfortable. In short, he needed to talk, the silence was killing him. So he struck up a conversation in the hopes that it would break the fragile quiet between the tall German and himself.

“They all seem to be enjoying themselves,” he motioned to the crowd of dancing. Ludwig nodded.

“Ja, good thing it’s almost over so I can actually sleep,”

“The party is almost over?!” Feli’s eyes widened. Ludwig nodded.

“I gave Gilbert a time limit. He may be older, but he’s not very responsible,” Feli nodded. He did know that Gilbert tended to not understand when a party should end. Ludwig glanced at his watch before placing his drink down.

“I’ll be back,” He disappeared into the crowd. Minutes pass before Gilbert’s loud voice called to the crowd as the music went dead.

“I’m sorry everyone! Mein bruder is a party pooper and he has told me it is time for everyone to go!” Ludwig reappeared shortly after the announcement. He smiled lightly.

“I think you have to go now,” Feli nodded.

“I think you’re right,” He stood up fully. “My fratello is going to be looking for me,”

“I’ll see you later, at school?”

“Si! Definitely!” Feliciano grinned at Ludwig, waving goodbye to the German before running to find his fratello.

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Made of Thunder and Dependencies

Pairing: Germany/North Italy

Summary: The eighties in America come in with rock music, with big names and bigger dreams. Gilbert wants to be a rockstar, Feliciano wants to become an artist, and Ludwig just wants to make his brother proud, no matter what it takes.

1980s rockstar AU. Multi chapter.

On AO3 as: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23370421

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/23739895                        just sending in my part! Kiwi has the art but this is the fanfic :) I also sent an email with the completed work