[fanfic] Axis Power Hetalia - The Best He's Ever Had - Italiano
Title: ~ The Best He's Ever Had ~
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Ludwig (Germany) \\ Feliciano (Northern Italy)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 999
Note: When night funds realized what is really important to you is what else to do but groped with all your might to protect it?
A slap in the face, and Ludwig took a moment to wake up.
His body shots before his brain, and he sat up, staring wide-eyed the dark room in front of you. A weight on the legs
warned him that what he sought was lower, and his eyes followed that thought, slipping along the white sheets, to see the outline of an arm.
Ludwig sighed heavily, and followed him up to the owner: Feliciano occupied almost the whole bed, sleeping in his arms and legs spread, and Russian languages, a string of bib corner of his mouth. As always.
"Pastaaa ..."
muttered a voice so low that Ludwig struggled to make out the words. But after all, did not need it, when Feliciano was talking in her sleep what he said is always about the dough. What were macaroni, spaghetti, or any other type appeared to be the most important thing that filled the mind of that boy.
The blond sighed, and dodged the hand of Feliciano, reverting to his body with his foot and did the same with his leg, hoping to recover some of its bed. At that thought
Ludwig sighed again, for cursing when he caved in to lobbying from Italy to stay with him. Was better not, had said, but he insisted so much that the end had become red and had yielded to frustration. As always, after all.
It was depressing to see what was weak when it came to Feliciano. In any situation of concern to him, any , Ludwig I lost control completely. It was impossible to keep himself in countenance, any attempt to restore calm within himself was perfectly useless.
was depressing, because he knew he was always strong. There was nothing that the mighty Germany could not do, win, build ... nothing. And I had always known.
yet ... yet since he was allied with that stupid guy, still with his head in the clouds, weak and naive, something in him had changed. And even to admit to himself just terrified him.
He had spent sleepless nights watching him sleep, as he was doing even now, wondering what in the disruption Feliciano so much, and never, never managed to find an answer.
Italy he lay on his side, moaning again something that sounded very much like 'lasagna', and licked the flap of the fabric of his pillow pillowcase, spent a couple of minutes, then happy smile, and Ludwig found himself smiling with him, for no apparent reason. The reality was that Germany did see the guy smiling, it was one of his best qualities, knowing how to always be cheerful ... and even if he was crazy when he started talk nonsense, when not listening, when all he could do uello when he was in trouble was the first wave of white fabric that was, he ...
The train of thought stopped abruptly. Waving the white flag ...
"Pastaaa ..."
This time the voice a little higher Scandinavian good word, and Ludwig smiled again, watching him with an eyebrow arched fret, open and close your hands, move to the other side, then back to him. When moving the sheet slipped away from the skin, revealing smooth skin. The blond sighed, and covered it again, certainly it was not cold at the time, but sleep discovered was the quickest way to peck a fever, especially considering that Feliciano was sleeping naked.
Ludwig, looked at his face again, then leaned back against the headboard of the bed, and stared at the ceiling. Now that he knew everything was even more terrified.
At least now most of the things made sense.
He understood why he had changed so much when he signed the pact with Italy and Japan. Kiku knew perfectly defend himself ... Feliciano no. He had his white flag.
He was naive, always in danger of ending up in the hands of England to France or even worse-Ludwig did not dare imagine what could happen in that case, and was afraid of everything. This was to destroy the balance of Germany so far.
Compared to the past, where he had always thought only of himself, he now had someone to protect.
And when he got angry when aprresso crazy to keep up, when I complained to him cry and then apologize, when I covered the night, why let him sleep in his bed ...
was only his clumsy attempts to protect him.
He felt the rug out from under their feet, but that was covered by a new sensation: the feeling of a body shuddered against her, and then the heat of a warm embrace. In sleep, feeling cold, Feliciano had felt the heat from his body, and came close to that source.
Ludwig opened his eyes and looked down. He wondered how many times it's happened while he slept, the boy hugs him in search of a remedy against the cold. It appeared to his mind the disappointment for not being awake, those times.
But this time, this time not rejected it, as they usually do.
cause now he understood what was going on.
Slowly, in absolute silence, put her arm around her shoulders, holding that his frail body, and slid down, letting the head Feliciano find a place on his chest. He wrinkled his forelock between his fingers, causing a moan to Italy, and some color on the cheeks, and choked a little laugh.
then brought her face close to hers, and his smile widened while the scent of the hair of the boy struck his nose. One moment, just a thought ... and his mouth fell on one of happiness for a while, a mild and chaste caress. Then he went off again, and rested her head on the pillow and closed his eyes.
We tried again.
Just another of his clumsy attempts to protect the most important thing he had ever had ...
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